Then we fled a little way, and looking back I saw that two other Tlascalans, companions of the senseless man, were following us and him.

Presently, they came up to where he lay and stared at him.

Then they started on our tracks, running hard, and very soon they must have caught us, for now you could scarcely stir, your mind was gone, and I had no more strength to carry you.

Still we stumbled on till presently, when the pursuers were within fifty paces of us, I saw armed men, eight of them, rushing at us from the bushes.

They were of my own people, the Otomies, soldiers that had served under you, who watched the Spanish camp, and seeing a Spaniard alone they came to slay him.