By the mouth of this chamber were placed piles of adobe bricks and mortar, much as the blocks of hewn stone had been placed in that underground vault at Seville where Isabella de Siguenza was bricked up living.
'Who dug this place ?' I asked.
'Those who knew not what they dug,' answered Guatemoc.

'But see, here is our companion.

Now, my brother, I charge you be surprised at nothing which comes to pass, and be assured I have good reason for anything that I may do.' Before I could speak again the Aztec noble was at our side.

Then those above began to lower the jars and sacks of treasure, and as they reached us one by one, Guatemoc loosed the ropes and checked them, while the Aztec and I rolled them down the passage into the chamber, as here in England men roll a cask of ale.

For two hours and more we worked, till at length all were down and the tale was complete.