Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
History
Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
"The treasure!" he gasped. "The treasure for which I have longed! Bar
the door, dogs! Hold the priest, and let none enter while I am within.
Remember! Let no one follow. If a question is asked, say that no
Spaniard is here. Wait, and I will return in a few minutes."
He stepped to the opening and clambered through. Then the native guards
closed about the doorway, so cutting off escape for the priest. But they
kept no watch on the terrace outside. They failed to see the creeping
giant who had emerged from behind the vase, while Roger himself, intent
on treasure also and on the payment of his debt, kept no watch on the
stairs by which he had ascended. He did not see the crafty figure which
had tracked him to the terrace, the figure of a Spaniard to whom some
inkling of the plot had come from Alvarez when in his cups, the figure
of a Spaniard determined to share the treasure at the very least, and,
if possible, if his hand could strike the blow, to take all for
himself.
CHAPTER XX
A Race for the Ocean
Alvarez de Logas was spellbound. The highest flight of his imagination
had never conjured up such a scene, such vast wealth as was displayed in
the treasure chamber. He stood aghast, more perturbed by the sight of so
much gold and so many jewels, than he had been at the thought of losing
even a portion of the riches to be gained by coming to Mexico. He stood
rooted to the spot, now inclined to fling himself upon the gems which
sparkled in the light which came through the apertures in the walls, and
a moment later scarcely resisting the inclination to rush upon the
massive golden vessels with the shining orbs set into their sides. His
hand went to his head, and he lifted his steel cap, while the fingers of
his other hand passed through the wisp of hair which clung to his scalp.
"The treasure! At last the treasure!" he gasped. "Riches enough to make
me the highest noble in all Spain, wealthier even than the king. Here is
comfort for my old age, and honour, honour such as comes not even to men
like Fernando Cortes, for wealth brings everything in its train. I will
take the gems alone, for those I can carry. But no! I cannot leave the
gold. To do so would be a sin. I have bearers in plenty. All shall be
mine!"
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