There was a rush, a shout; all faces were bent over the precipice.  The girl hung by her chained wrist:  the officer was gone.  There was a moment’s awful silence; and then Amyas heard his body crashing through the tree-tops far below.

“Haul her up!  Hew her in pieces!  Burn the witch!” and the driver, seizing the chain, pulled at it with all his might, while all springing from their chairs, stooped over the brink.

Now was the time for Amyas!  Heaven had delivered them into his hands.  Swift and sure, at ten yards off, his arrow rushed through the body of the driver, and then, with a roar as of the leaping lion, he sprang like an avenging angel into the midst of the astonished ruffians.

His first thought was for the girl.  In a moment, by sheer strength, he had jerked her safely up into the road; while the Spaniards recoiled right and left, fancying him for the moment some mountain giant or supernatural foe.  His hurrah undeceived them in an instant, and a cry of “English!  Lutheran dogs!” arose, but arose too late.  The men of Devon had followed their captain’s lead:  a storm of arrows left five Spaniards dead, and a dozen more wounded, and down leapt Salvation Yeo, his white hair streaming behind him, with twenty good swords more, and the work of death began.

The Spaniards fought like lions; but they had no time to fix their arquebuses on the crutches; no room, in that narrow path, to use their pikes.  The English had the wall of them; and to have the wall there, was to have the foe’s life at their mercy.  Five desperate minutes, and not a living Spaniard stood upon those steps; and certainly no living one lay in the green abyss below.  Two only, who were behind the rest, happening to be in full armor, escaped without mortal wound, and fled down the hill again.

“After them!  Michael Evans and Simon Heard; and catch them, if they run a league.”

The two long and lean Clovelly men, active as deer from forest training, ran two feet for the Spaniard’s one; and in ten minutes returned, having done their work; while Amyas and his men hurried past the Indians, to help Cary and the party forward, where shouts and musket shots announced a sharp affray.

Their arrival settled the matter.  All the Spaniards fell but three or four, who scrambled down the crannies of the cliff.

“Let not one of them escape!  Slay them as Israel slew Amalek!” cried Yeo, as he bent over; and ere the wretches could reach a place of shelter, an arrow was quivering in each body, as it rolled lifeless down the rocks.

“Now then!  Loose the Indians!”

They found armorers tools on one of the dead bodies, and it was done.

“We are your friends,” said Amyas.  “All we ask is, that you shall help us to carry this gold down to the Magdalena, and then you are free.”

Some few of the younger grovelled at his knees, and kissed his feet, hailing him as the child of the Sun:  but the most part kept a stolid indifference, and when freed from their fetters, sat quietly down where they stood, staring into vacancy.  The iron had entered too deeply into their soul.  They seemed past hope, enjoyment, even understanding.