The most of those who were left alive of the Spaniards and their allies had crossed the second canal upon a bridge made of the dead bodies of their fellows mixed up with a wreck of baggage, cannon, and packages of treasure.

Now the fight was raging beyond it.

A mob of Spaniards and Tlascalans were still crossing the second breach, and on these I fell with such men as were with me.

I plunged right into the heart of them, and suddenly before me I saw the face of de Garcia.

With a shout I rushed at him.