"I am sure that Cortez will not go down to the coast; and what he wills, he does.

The others may grumble, but Cortez leads them like tame deer.

When he is well enough to speak to them, they will listen and obey him.

His thoughts, ill as he is, are all of a fresh march to Mexico." Hitherto, Roger had been as desirous as any of his comrades of a return to the coast.

It had seemed to him that there was no possibility of success, and he longed to be on his way to Europe, with his Indian bride.
But now everything was changed.