ht of several small apertures, through which yellow light
came dimly, and, almost without thinking, applied his eyes to the one
most convenient, peering forth upon the broad sacrificial stone, with
its foul, blood-stained surface, the little channels intended to drain
off the superfluous hemorrhage, together with the gloomy, repulsive
surroundings. And, too, a most abominable stench appeared to rise from
the altar of death, and Bruno shrunk back with a shiver of disgust.

"No talk loud!" softly breathed Ixtli, gripping an arm with force. "Dey
kill, if find now. Look, dat one Tlacopa; big priest, you call. DEM help
paba fool all people; so!"

Although his meaning was not fully apparent, Bruno caught renewed
interest, and once more peered forth upon the scene, weird and
impressive enough, even from a Christian point of view.

Headed by Tlacopa, a ceremony of some description was taking place,
lesser priests and other acolytes performing their various parts, the
incantations rising now loudly, now sinking to a hollow monotone, the
whole affair being none the less absorbing when Bruno remembered that,
perhaps, it might have some connection with the vile plots against the
Sun Children, if not endangering life itself.

Gillespie likewise took note of various other graven images; among them
one of the not less hideous war-goddess, Teoyaomiqui, or "divine war
death," fitting consort for the mighty "humming-bird" himself.

Meanwhile, Ixtli, who appeared to look upon the whole affair as a more
or less jolly good jest at the expense of his superstitious people, took
occasion to give his white brother a few pointers, letting him see how
easy it was for false oracles to be manufactured to order; how certain
the lightest wishes of the head priest were to find speedy fulfilment at
all times.

While thus divulging part of the mysteries of the temple, that ceremony
reached a finale, and the little crowd slowly melted away, leaving but
Tlacopa and a select few of his trusted henchman. And Ixtli certainly
caught enough of their talk to alter his manner most materially.

"Come, quick!" he fiercely whispered in Bruno's ear, gripping an arm,
and fairly forcing the young man to accompany his retreat.

Not another word was spoken before the lower level was reached, and then
Gillespie broke the ice, asking what was the matter.

Dark though it was all around them, Bruno could tell by sense of touch
that his guide was powerfully agitated