Indeed, the column around Alderete had been almost entirely destroyed, and two guns and seven horses had been lost.
Cortez explained to his follower the cause of the disaster, and told Sandoval that, as he should be unable to take the field for a few days, he must take his place, and watch over the safety of the camps.
Roger Hawkshaw had borne his full share in the desperate conflicts that had taken place.

In the previous combats he had fought only to preserve his own life, but now he was eager for the fray.

His friend Cuitcatl and his promised bride were prisoners in Mexico, and he fought now to deliver them.

It was nearly a year from the time when he had first retreated along the fatal causeway; and in that time his frame had broadened out, and his strength increased; and so terrible were the blows he dealt that Cortez, himself, had several times spoken to him in terms of approval of his valor, and had appointed him to be one of his own bodyguard.

He had stood beside him at the edge of the breach, and had done good service there.
"You fight like a paladin," Cortez said, as Roger cut down three natives who had rushed upon him; "but see, Sancho, put up your sword for a minute, and take up that pike.