Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
"Remember that an early warning of danger is valuable," Sir Thomas cried
down to them from the poop. "Send us news that Spaniards are here and
threaten our safety, and we shall be prepared. On the other hand, if you
tell us that none are to be found we shall be grateful. Now push off.
May success follow you."
Ten minutes later Roger and his friend had gained the fringe of the
trees, and turned ere they dived into the undergrowth.
"'Twould be a bad day for us if these enemies came from the seaward side
and the brigantine were forced to sail away," said Philip, suddenly,
taking a lingering look at the ship. "We should be in sorry case, Roger,
and should have to decide whether to starve or to become Spaniards."
"In which case we should need to become Catholics and change our
religion, or suffer the tortures given by their Inquisition. That was
something of which I heard tales when in Spain. But never fear! Our
commander would not desert us; and if he were so inclined your father
would prevent the action. Now, there is the point above us, and we will
make for it."
They plunged into the undergrowth, plucking the leaves from the trees
and briars as they passed, for it was delicious to feel the soft
material, still wet with the dew. Above their heads rose a network of
branches, at first of moderate height, though as they progressed the
height increased till it made them marvel.
"No need to stay here for more than a week, I should say," said Roger,
suddenly. "If the ship were careened and the shot rents 'tween wind and
water mended, we could put to sea again with one of these trees in tow.
Then we could cut planks from it at our leisure, and mend the deck. But
we shall see. Perhaps there will be no need to hasten."
By now they had begun to ascend towards the elevated part for which they
aimed, and presently were on the summit. But trees surrounded them
thickly on every side.
"We must climb, or search for some higher spot free of trees," said
Philip. "Give me a leg up, Roger, and I will make an attempt to get to
the top of one of these giants. Once I am up to the first branch there
should be no difficulty."
He threw his sword to the ground, and his blanket also. Then he leaned
against the tree, stiffening his frame. Roger stepped towards him
easily, and, stooping, grasped his ankles.
"This to show my weakness," he laughed. "Keep rigid, and grasp the trunk
as I lift you."
He put out all his power, and slowly and steadily lifted his friend, his
grasp never relaxing from the ankles. Higher and higher went Philip,
till Roger's arms were full above his head.
"Now stand on one of my hands as I release the ankle," he called out;
"then do the same with the other foot."
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