Roger is not like other men.

Were he so, I would tell him when night falls to fly, and Cuitcatl would risk the consequences, I am sure, and act as his guide; but being as he is, where could he go, or where could he hide?
Were it known in the morning that he was missing, a hundred messengers from Mexico would carry the news to every town and village in the country.

Even if we colored his skin and his hair, his height would attract attention; for he is taller by half a head, and broader, by far, than any Mexican.

But even did he, by traveling by night and hiding by day, get at last beyond the boundary of our kingdoms, what would then be his fate ?--To die of hunger or thirst, or to be slain by wild tribes.
"What say you, Roger Hawkshaw?
Will you risk these unknown dangers, or will you go to Montezuma tomorrow ?" "Were I sure that the priests would decide against me, and that I should be sacrificed to their great idol, I would risk death in any other form, rather than that," Roger replied.

"But it may be that, when they see I have no evil intentions, and neither thought nor power of injuring Mexico, they may lay aside their animosity against me." "They do not believe that you will injure Mexico," Amenche said, passionately.