But the visionary terror had scarcely gone when a real one came.

Coronado appeared--Coronado, the descendant of the great Vasquez--Coronado, whom the Moquis would destroy if they heard his name--of whom they would not leave two limbs or two fingers together.

From her dormitory she saw him walk into the main room of the house in his airiest and cheeriest manner, bowing and smiling to right, bowing and smiling to left, winning Moqui hearts in a moment, a charmer of a Coronado.

He shook hands with the chief; he shook hands with all the head men; next a hand to Thurstane and another to Glover.

Mrs.Stanley heard him addressed as Coronado; she looked to see him scattered in rags on the floor; she tried to muster courage to rush to his rescue.
There was no outcry of rage at the sound of the fatal name, and she could not perceive that a Moqui countenance smiled the less for it.
Coronado produced a pipe, filled it, lighted it, and handed it to the chief.