"Luis protect Ozema. So promise Mattinao—so promise Ozema—so promise heart."
"Dear girl, so will I, to the extent of my means. But what can I do against this tempest?"
"What Luis do against Caonabo?—Kill him—cut Indians—make him run away!"
"This was easy to a Christian knight, who carried a good sword and buckler, but it is impossible against a tempest. We have only one hope, and that is to trust in the Spaniard's God."
"Spaniards great—have great God."
"There is but one God, Ozema, and he ruleth all, whether in Hayti or in Spain. Thou rememberest what I have told thee of his love, and of the manner of his death, that we might all be saved, and thou didst then promise to worship him, and to be baptized when we should reach my country."
"God!—Ozema do, what Ozema say. Love Luis' God already."
"Thou hast seen the holy cross, Ozema, and hast promised me to kiss it, and bless it."
"Where cross? See no cross—up in heaven?—or where? Show Ozema cross, now—Luis' cross—cross Luis love."
The young man wore the parting gift of Mercedes near his heart, and raising a hand he withdrew the small jewel, pressed it to his own lips with pious fervor, and then offered it to the Indian girl.