Simultaneously, the main column under Yermah wheeled toward the Observatory, driving their enemies before them with great slaughter. The Dorado’s guard swept over the rising ground between the center of the city and the Observatory in a solid phalanx nine deep. Behind them came detachments from the fleet at the head of the canal, who harassed the stragglers and completed the general rout. Archers and swordsmen, cutlass and javelin wielders excelled each other in feats of generous daring, while shield clanked against shield, and spearsmen tilted against spearsmen, in the shock and clamor of fratricidal warfare. Underneath all their apparent fury was a fraternal, conciliatory spirit, causing the insurgents to make only a half-hearted fight against their hereditary leader. The revolted troops were oppressed by a secret fear that Yermah’s soul was perjured; but this did not overcome their inherent sense of loyalty to him. “Down with the Mazaleels!” urged Setos, now in the thick of the fight. “Spare not a single apostate! If thou art true-hearted Turghatis, stand by the old beliefs.” He spurred his horse into the fray, shouting: “Mazaleel! Mazaleel! Mazaleel! Who loves a Mazaleel?” “Kill! Slay! Burn! Fire every building! Do duty with torch and sword!” hoarsely commanded Imos, seeing that the lines about the Observatory trenches were wavering. “Who will help me cut a way through to the canal?” Urged forward by his example and words, a body of warrior-priests threw themselves against Hanabusa’s flank, and succeeded in driving him to the water’s edge. Many of the oarsmen tried to re-embark, but the fleet was on fire and a swift and terrible conflict ensued. In the meantime, Yermah had stormed the eastern entrance to the Observatory, which finally yielded, and he rode in under the mocking inscription: “_Peace and Good Will Abide With Thee._” “The victory is ours!” he cried, sheathing his sword, and surveying the Temple of Venus on his left, apparently deserted. “Take a dozen horsemen,” said he to an aide, “and ascertain if the vestals are safe. If so, we will send a strong guard to prevent further disorder and then retreat; for it is not seemly to fight our brethren.” As rapidly as possible, reconnoitering parties were dispatched to discover the damage done and to provide suitable care for the killed and wounded. To this day the native American races make strenuous efforts to prevent their dead from falling into the hands of an enemy. The defeated troops were ordered back to quarters and Setos was seized and brought before Yermah. “Back into thy houses under penalty of arrest!” shouted the mounted patrol, as they galloped through the streets, and rode down the turbulent mob. Soon the cry went up: