I have the canoe hidden among the rocks, with the arms and some food.

It is but a few hundred yards away." "Let us be off then, at once," Cuitcatl said.
The man led the way down to the lake, and then along the shore for some little distance.
"There is the canoe," he said.
Cuitcatl embraced Roger.
"I wish that I could go with you, my white brother, and share your dangers down to the coast," he said; "but I could aid you but little, and my life would be forfeited on my return.

May the gods of Mexico, and the God you worship, protect you.
"It may be--who knows ?--that some day you may return hither.
Cuitcatl's heart will be rejoiced to see you." "Thank you for all your kindness," Roger said.

"Whatever befalls me, I shall never forget it.

Thank Cacama for all he has done in my favor, and say goodbye for me to the princess.