'Say, what will these Otomies do with us--kill us, or give us up to the Teules ?' 'I do not know; to-morrow we shall learn, but for my part I will not be surrendered living.' 'Nor I, wife.

Death is better than the tender mercies of Cortes and his minister, de Garcia.

Is there any hope ?' 'Yes, there is hope, beloved.

Now the Otomie are cast down and they remember that we led the flower of their land to death.

But they are brave and generous at heart, and if I can touch them there, all may yet be well.