We came to where had been Guarico, and truly for long we had smelled the burning of it, as we had heard the crying and shouting.

It was all down, the frail houses.

I made out in the loud talking that followed the blending of Caonabo's bands what had been done and not done.

Guacanagari, wounded, was fled after fighting a while, he and his brother and the butio and all the people.

But the mighty strangers found in the village, were dead.