I am an old soldier, and have taken many a life in my time, but never in cold blood like this.

Say nothing, lad, at any rate until you get a chance of being outside this city; or on the lake, where none can get near you--then pour it out, as much as you like." "It is like enough," Roger said, "that none of us will ever go out of the city alive; and it will serve us thoroughly right.

If this is to be a Spaniard and a Catholic, let me be a Mexican and a heathen." "There, there, that is enough," Juan interrupted.

"Now let us have our supper." "I can eat nothing," Roger said, throwing himself down on the couch, where he remained in silence until a sudden outburst of wild shouts and cries, followed instantly by the trumpet, calling every man to his allotted place on the walls, aroused him.
"The work of vengeance has begun," he said gravely, as he put on his thick padded jerkin and helmet, and took up his pike.

"I only hope I may see Alvarado, the author of this massacre, killed before I am." Juan shook his head as Roger left the room, and he followed with Pedro.
"In faith, I do not blame him.