CHAPTER XIL

A SON OF THE HOUSE OF TITCALA,

URING the progress of this fierce and sanguinary
battle Huetzin slept peacefully as a child, and
not until after the return of the weary but victorious
Spaniards to their camp did he wake. In the earlier
hours of the day Marina, from the roof of the temple
in which he lay, watched the progress of the fight
with a fearful interest, that was yet divided in its
loyalty. She had cast her lot with these strangers,
who had rescued her from slavery, and treated her
with courtesy. But for the shelter of their camps she
was homeless, and but for their strong arms she was
without a protector in the world. And yet, those
with whom they now fought were of her own race.
The defeat of either side would fill her with sadness.
Would that they might be friends rather than ene-
mies! Then, indeed, would she rejoice! How might
such a happy result be brought about? What could
she do to further it ?