Many had already fallen beneath the missiles of the enemy.

Scarce one but had received wounds, more or less severe.
Several of the prisoners, too, had fallen.
"What is it ?" Cacama asked, as the cry of despair went up; when it became known that the bridge was immovable, and that there were no means of crossing the breaks in the causeway, ahead.
He muttered an exclamation of triumph, when Roger repeated to him the news he had just learned.
"That settles it," he said.

"Their fate is now sealed.

The gods are at last fighting again for Mexico.
"Roger, I am sorry for you, I am sorry for my wife, and for Amenche; but I rejoice for my country.

If you should escape this night, Roger--and you have more chance than most, since you speak our language--do all you can for them." "You may be sure that I shall do that, Cacama; but the chance of any escaping seems, to me, a small one.