“I am hungry.”
“I will feed you to bursting when we get back. Come on.”
As they left the portico, people were hastening to the centre of the square, where the outcry was now continuous and growing.
“Room for the Chalcan!” said a citizen, already on the ground. “Let him see what is here fallen from the clouds.”
Great was the astonishment of the broker when his eyes first rested on the stately figure of the horse, and the terrible head on the lance above it. Hualpa affected the same feeling, but, having a part to play, shouted, as in alarm,—
“It is one of the fighting beasts of Malinche! Beware, O citizens! Your lives may be in danger.”
The crowd, easily persuaded, fell back.
“Let us get arms!” shouted one.
“Arms! Get arms!” then rose, in full chorus.
Hualpa ventured nearer, and cried out, “The beast is dead!”