They have the brains of the white kings of the earth; they have the cunning which makes of all other races slaves and dependents. Leave them here, living, and in a day they will rule these rabble and together they will hunt us down. Come, haste. Put thy fire to the train.”

“Not yet! Tell me what deviltry is to be worked upon my companions.”

“Hah! Then thou’rt but lukewarm in thy love. Am I not Dolores? Am I not worth thy two friends? Listen, I’ll tell thee my price, friend. If thy friends are to live, then destroy this trash ere we go, so that they get it not. If thy heart is bent upon saving this treasure, then thy hand must first put thy friends into their long sleep. Nay, peace! There is no alternative. The man who mates with me shall be a man