"No, Señor. Still, it is wiser to risk nothing."
"You are quite right, Cocom. I place myself entirely in your hands. Save me, and I promise you I shall not forget you."
"Cocom will save you, for the sake of Don Miguel," said the old man, proudly; "and for the sake of the lady Dolores."
"Dolores!" repeated Jack, eagerly. "Do you know where she is?"
"I know nothing at present," replied Cocom, with a meaning glance. "Possess your soul in patience, Don Juan; all will yet be well. Don Hypolito desires to kill you, and wed Doña Dolores. He shall do neither. Santissima Virgen, I swear it. Be silent! No words, my lord. Rest now, and sleep. You will need all your strength."
"For the sacrifice?"
"Nay, Señor, for escape!"
CHAPTER VI.
THE SHRINE OF THE OPAL.
Lord of the humming-bird's foot!
Behold thy worshippers rising and falling in adoration before thee, as rise and fall the restless waves of the far-reaching ocean.