If not, he would make their city a heap of ruins, and leave not a soul alive to mourn over it.
But Cortez learned, at once, that the spirit he had roused in the Mexicans was in no way lowered by their reverses.

One of the great chiefs answered him that it was true he had hurled down their gods, and massacred their countrymen; but they were content to lose a thousand lives for every one that they took.
"Our streets," he said, "are still thronged with warriors.

Our numbers are scarcely diminished.

Yours are lessening every day.

You are dying with hunger and sickness.