the action to the word, he landed, and began to loose his clothing for the ceremony.  But scarcely had he uncovered his breast, when suddenly an Indian pierced him with a lance, and he fell to the earth dead.  This unlooked for event caused our men great grief.  It confirmed their fears, and showed them how little they could trust to that faithless race.  Our commander was likewise mocked by the Indians, who seeing that they had enjoyed his presents, and that the Spaniards were still mild and discussed only the question of concluding the temporal affairs, now came no longer to the ships, and not one single Indian appeared.  This made the commander somewhat anxious, and his anxiety was increased by the non-return of the small-boat, and he feared greatly that some ill-fortune had befallen it.  On this account, he determined to weigh anchor with all the fleet, and coast along the island in search of ports, rivers, or settlements, and not less, provisions, of which now they were in sad want.  Accordingly they set sail at nightfall, and next day sighted another bay, which they named San Pedro, as it was the eve of St. Peter’s preaching in Antioch.  At that place one of the chief Indians, nephew of Tandayag, chief of that island, came to see them.  He came, on behalf of his uncle, to draw blood with the commander.  He was received courteously, and the commander made much of him, and asked him to bring his uncle, with whom he would draw blood willingly; for it was not reasonable that the commander of the Castilians, the ambassador of so powerful a sovereign as the king of Espana, should draw blood with less than the supreme ruler of the islands.  This argument satisfied the barbarian, and be declared the commander’s remark to be very reasonable.  Accordingly he would have his uncle come, both because the request of Basal was reasonable—­Basal was the name given by them to the commander, and this name is given even now to all the governors, whom they have called and call Captain Basal (id est, “captain-general")—­and also because, as he said, he knew his uncle was very willing to make peace with the Castilians, and to live under their guardianship and protection.  The commander bestowed generous gifts upon him, and sent him away very happy.  He went away, to all appearances, making them a thousand promises that the natives would bring them very willingly all the provisions, and everything that they requested, as alliance and friendship with the Castilas [i.e., Castilians]—­as the natives called, and still call us—­was of great moment to them.  But neither they nor the many others who came fulfilled their word one whit, so that our men were made to understand that they came only to see and note what kind of men ours were, their arms, and how they could rid themselves of them.  For they immediately thought that friendship with the Castilians would be of no use to them, because those who were then the rulers of the natives would afterward behold themselves under the yoke, serving as slaves.  This they considered more than the good of the soul, offered to them, to which they paid no attention; nor did they desire it, as they were content with their anitos, wassails, and innumerable other superstitions that had been handed down from father to son since time immemorial.