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
"He is venturesome to rashness," he said angrily. "He will be seen.
Presently I shall hear a shout, and back he will come, and an arquebus
bullet racing after him."
However, when Roger next appeared it was from the very opposite quarter,
so stealthily that Philip was dumfounded. He would have questioned him,
but Roger would not answer. He silenced him with a finger, and then led
the way into the forest.
"Can you find your way to the ship alone?" he demanded. "Then do so, and
with this report. There are fifteen Spaniards here, and I make out that
they are engaged in mining for the Government. I heard them say as much,
for I stood outside one of the houses and listened to the talk. They do
not suspect our arrival, though they were speaking of the battle, the
noise of the cannon having reached their ears. Also they know that an
English ship may appear, a golden plaque of vast value, because of the
plan it contains, having been taken by our countrymen. But there is more
yet," he suddenly added, seeing that Philip was about to interrupt.
"This mine gives a rich store of gold, which is kept partly in bars and
partly as dust. I saw the bags, and the pure metal. Tell Sir Thomas
this, and say that a guard posted here might watch to make sure that no
one suspected our arrival, and against surprise; and that if the work of
repair were hastened, it might be possible to make a raid upon the
mine."
"And recoup ourselves for the injury these Spaniards have done us. I
follow the reasoning, Roger, and I will return at once. Here is the bow.
I promise to lead the way back here at the first opportunity."
He rose to his feet from the position which he had taken, and turned on
his heel. There was no protest, no argument, no attempt to alter his
friend's decision, or to shake his determination to stay. For Philip was
beginning to find out that this huge friend of his, who played and
laughed like a boy, was a clever fellow at times, skilled in stratagems,
and fertile in resource.
"I suppose he has been thinking it over as he went round," he said to
himself as he plunged into the trees. "Anyway, I fancy he is in the
right."
He left Roger comfortably seated on the trunk of a tree within sight of
the edge of the clearing, and in such a position that he could watch
without danger of being seen.
CHAPTER V
A Valuable Capture
Three hours passed after Philip's departure before Roger saw anything of
the Spaniards and their slaves. For the noonday heat was great, and all
were indulging in a siesta, the slaves even being allowed this luxury,
simply because without their masters to watch over them and to flog them
no work was to be expected.
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