The Indian, after a pause, made a gesture of gloomy resignation.

"It shall be as you say, then, Semitzin; and upon your head be it! Henceforth, Miriam is no more.

But do you beware of the vengeance of the gods, whose laws you have defied." "Let the gods deal with me as they will," replied the Aztecan.

"A day of happiness with the man I love is worth an age of punishment." Kamaiakan made no answer, and the two rode forward in silence.
It was midnight, and a bright star, nearly in the zenith, seemed to hang precisely above the summit of the great white pyramid at the mouth of the gorge.
"It was here that we stopped," observed Semitzin.

"We tied our horses among the shrubbery round yonder point.