One thing remained; to invite their Indian friends to join them. And that was done in due form the next day.
Ayacanora was consulted, of course, and by the Piache, too, who was glad enough to be rid of the rival preacher, and his unpleasantly good news that men need not worship the devil, because there was a good God above them. The maiden sang most melodious assent; the whole tribe echoed it; and all went smoothly enough till the old cacique observed that before starting a compact should be made between the allies as to their share of the booty.
Nothing could be more reasonable; and Amyas asked him to name his terms.
“You take the gold, and we will take the prisoners.”
“And what will you do with them?” asked Amyas, who recollected poor John Oxenham's hapless compact made in like case.
“Eat them,” quoth the cacique, innocently enough.
Amyas whistled.
“Humph!” said Cary. “The old proverb comes true—'the more the merrier: but the fewer the better fare.' I think we will do without our red friends for this time.”
Ayacanora, who had been preaching war like a very Boadicea, was much vexed.
“Do you too want to dine off roast Spaniards?” asked Amyas.