He knew that it was the great and ancient Castle of San Juan de Ulua.

In the night, with only the moon's rays falling upon its walls, it looked massive and forbidding beyond all description.

That cold shiver again appeared at the roots of the boy's hair.

He knew now the meaning of all this talk of Santa Anna and Cos about their hospitality.

He was to be buried in the gloomiest fortress of the New World.