heart held no treachery toward me, thy life and limbs are safe. But have a care! A lie in thy heart will surely undo thee. Drink!”

A splitting thunder-crash filled the place with uproar; a gust of the tempest from the outer entrance sent the wind swirling in. It was as if the breath of the storm snatched Sancho’s senses back from the terror-land they had fled to; he ceased his howling, glared defiantly up at the dead chief, and cried in desperation: “Give me the drink! I fear neither gods nor devils; why should I fear you, dead man?”

“Wait!” Dolores laid a hand on his arm, and stayed the flagon at his lips. “Wait, till I tell thee more. Then, if thou art guiltless, and go from here with the treasure I gave thee, thou’lt know thy friends and thy foes.