Then I bade her eat something herself, and when she had done so I gathered my wits together and spoke to her.
'What next ?' I said.

'Presently the priests will be on us, and we shall be dragged back to sacrifice.

There is no hope for me here, I must fly to the Spaniards and trust to their mercy.' 'To the mercy of that man with the sword?
Say, Teule, who is he ?' 'He is that Spaniard of whom I have spoken to you, Otomie; he is my mortal enemy whom I have followed across the seas.' 'And now you would put yourself into his power.

Truly, you are foolish, Teule.' 'It is better to fall into the hands of Christian men than into those of your priests,' I answered.
'Have no fear,' she said; 'the priests are harmless for you.

You have escaped them and there's an end.