yes, it seemed to me, but
for that bell. A curious, sardonic look of recognition, appraisal,
relinquishment, sat in the Indian's face. From wrist to wrist of Caonabo
went a bright, short chain. The sun glittered upon the bracelets and the
links. I do not know--there was for a moment--something in the sound of
the bell, something in the gleam of the manacles, that sent out faint
pity and horror and choking laughter.

All to the Viceroy's house, and Don Alonso sitting with Christopherus
Columbus, and Caonabo brought to stand before them. Indians make much of
indifferent behavior, taunting calm, when taken. It is a point of honor,
meeting death so, even when, as often befalls, their death is a slow and
hard one. Among themselves, in their wars, it is either death or quick
adoption into the victor's tribe. They have no gaols nor herds of
slaves. Caonabo expected death. He stood, a strong, contemptuous figure.
But the Viceroy meant to send him to Spain--trophy and show, and to be
made, if it could be, Christian.

CHAPTER XXXIII

IT did not end the war. For a fortnight we thought that it had done
so. Then came loud tidings. Caonabo's wife, Anacaona, had put on the
lioness. With her was Caonabo's brother Manicoatex and her own brother
Behechio, cacique of Xaragua. There was a new confederacy, Gwarionex
again was with it. Only Guacanagari remained. Don Alonso marched, and
the Adelantado marched.

At dawn one morning, four sails. We all poured forth to watch them
grow bigger and yet bigger. Four ships from Cadiz, Antonio de Torres
commanding, and with him colonists of the right kind, mechanics and
husbandmen.

Many proposals, much of order, came with Torres. The Admiral had
gracious letters from the Queen, letters somewhat cooler from King
Ferdinand, a dry, dry letter from Fonseca. Moreover Torres brought a
general letter to all colonists in Hispaniola. The moral of which was,
Trust and Obey the Viceroy of the Indies, the Admiral of the Ocean-Sea!

"Excellent good!" said Luis Torres. "Don Pedro Margarite and the
Apostolic Vicar had not reached Cadiz when Don Antonio sailed!"

The Admiral talked with me that night. Gout again crippled him. He lay
helpless, now and then in much pain. "I should go home with Antonio de
Torres, but I cannot!"

"You are not very fit to go."

"I do not mean my body. My will could drag that on ship. But I cannot
leave Hispaniola while goes on formal war. But see you, Doctor, what a
great