“Or with one?” said Cary, with a sigh, looking up at the vast walls of wood and rock which rose range on range for miles.  “But it is strange to find you, at least, throwing cold water on a daring plot.”

“What if I had a still more daring one?  Did you ever hear of the golden city of Manoa?”

Yeo laughed a grim but joyful laugh.  “I have, sir; and so have the old hands from the Pelican and the Jesus of Lubec, I doubt not.”

“So much the better;” and Amyas began to tell Cary all which he had learned from the Spaniard, while Yeo capped every word thereof with rumors and traditions of his own gathering.  Cary sat half aghast as the huge phantasmagoria unfolded itself before his dazzled eyes; and at last—­

“So that was why you wanted to burn the ship!  Well, after all, nobody needs me at home, and one less at table won’t be missed.  So you want to play Cortez, eh?”

“We shall never need to play Cortez (who was not such a bad fellow after all, Will), because we shall have no such cannibal fiends’ tyranny to rid the earth of, as he had.  And I trust we shall fear God enough not to play Pizarro.”

So the conversation dropped for the time, but none of them forgot it.

In that mountain-nook the party spent some ten days and more.  Several of the sick men died, some from the fever superadded to their wounds; some, probably, from having been bled by the surgeon; the others mended steadily, by the help of certain herbs which Yeo administered, much to the disgust of the doctor, who, of course, wanted to bleed the poor fellows all round, and was all but mutinous when Amyas stayed his hand.  In the meanwhile, by dint of daily trips to the ship, provisions were plentiful enough,—­beside the raccoons, monkeys, and other small animals, which Yeo and the veterans of Hawkins’s crew knew how to catch, and the fruit and vegetables; above all, the delicious mountain cabbage of the Areca palm, and the fresh milk of the cow-tree, which they brought in daily, paying well thereby for the hospitality they received.

All day long a careful watch was kept among the branches of the mighty ceiba-tree.  And what a tree that was!  The hugest English oak would have seemed a stunted bush beside it.  Borne up on roots, or rather walls, of twisted board, some twelve feet high, between which the whole crew, their ammunitions, and provisions, were housed roomily, rose the enormous trunk full forty feet in girth, towering like some tall lighthouse, smooth for a hundred feet, then crowned with boughs, each of which was a stately tree, whose topmost twigs were full two hundred and fifty feet from the ground.  And yet it was easy for the sailors to ascend; so many natural ropes had kind Nature lowered for their use, in the smooth lianes which hung to the very earth, often without a knot or leaf.  Once in the tree, you were within a new world, suspended between heaven and earth, and as Cary said, no wonder