"That's plenty good luck for one soup-bunch," quoth Waldo, yet adding a dubious shake of the head as he gazed upon their bronzed companion. "And if it wasn't for this gentleman in masquerade costume " "Ixtli friend. Ixtli feel like heart-brother," came in low, mellow accents from those smiling lips.
So watch him so closely that he can't play tricks even if he wishes." There was nothing better to propose, and though the job promised to be an awkward one to manage, Ixtli himself rendered it more easy. Past all doubt he could understand, as well as speak, the English language, for he took a step in evident submission, speaking gently: "Ixtli ready; heart-brother say where go, now."
"But what's the use of running, if we're to leave this fellow behind to blaze our trail? If he is our enemy " "No en'my; Ixtli friend, heart-brother," eagerly vowed the young Aztec, once again startling the lads by his strange command of a foreign tongue.