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 was a man who had spent many years in the Indies, and was well
accustomed to the forests. Indeed, his comrades said of him that he
could track out a native as well even as the best of native trackers
could have done, and that bloodhounds were hardly necessary if Sebastian
were with the party. He plunged, therefore, into the thick of the
underwood, thrusting the brambles and twigs aside savagely, and leaping
over obstacles such as the fallen trunks of trees. Then he burst into a
glade, and swinging to the left, led the party straight ahead, till his
eye caught a mark on one of the trees.
"Halt!" he said, holding his pike in the air. "We are ahead of them, I
think. Listen! There is the sound of broken sticks as they run, and it
is behind us."
"Are you certain? I thought that I heard sounds ahead," exclaimed one of
his comrades, standing beside him and breathing deeply, for the sudden
call for exertion, their indolent lives, and the weight of their weapons
and clothing had told upon them. "There! Listen you, Sebastian! Those
sounds are ahead, I wager anything upon it!"
"And I swear that they are behind," burst in another, hotly. "Listen,
there is the noise."
"Hush! You will give them the warning. There are men in advance, I
think," admitted Sebastian, "but I am sure that these fugitives, this
slave and the Englishman, are behind us. Perhaps there are others near
at hand, and they will have had no warning. Silence, I say! Let us line
the path which is here. You can see the blaze marks on the trees. Then,
when we have cut down the fugitives, we will teach the others a lesson."
"A lesson to leave the Indies alone; to meddle with nothing which
belongs to his Most Catholic Majesty, Ferdinand."
"Silence, fool!" Sebastian turned upon the man with a snarl which caused
the offender to close his lips. Then he crept forward on to the track
left by Roger and Philip, and disposed his men so as to catch them in a
trap.
"Let there be no hesitation. If the man is armed cut him down, but do
not give a mortal blow if it can be helped. We may get information from
him. Now, to your places."
Meanwhile Roger and the native had been hurrying along through the
forest, their eyes picking out the trees which were marked. So occupied
were they with this that they hardly noted the progress made by the
enemy, and they would undoubtedly have plunged into the trap set for
them had not the acuteness of the native suddenly arrested their flight.
"Lie down," he said abruptly, catching Roger by the sleeve and drawing
him to the ground. "There, you can hear their voices. We have been going
in a circle, while they have cut straight through. They are on the path
before us."
"Then we must cut our way through them. How many were there?"
The native counted the enemy off on the fingers of his two hands, giving
the number in the broken Spanish which he spoke.
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