What was wanted were three men, one to carry each bust back to Chilchota, where we planned to spend the night.

Finally, after loss of time and temper, each of us shouldered a bust and rode back on horseback with our trophies.
We soon discovered that the eleven towns were in a ferment of excitement.

Most dreadful tales were rife with regard to us and our work.

Some asserted that we cut off heads and hung them up to dry; that in drying, they turned white.

Others reported that with knives, made for the purpose, we sliced off the ears of unfortunate indians, close to their heads.