Wine and food were brought to him, and his wounds dressed.
"Roger," he said presently, "you must leave us, tonight.

Those of my followers who have escaped will soon make their way back, and my authority will be unable to save you.

The priests would head the movement against you.

You would be bound and carried to Mexico, at once.
"The whites, in their march tomorrow, will pass along the road four miles to the north of this.

Conceal yourself in a wood until morning, and join them as they come along.
"As to the future, you can make no plans, now.