The Slave Sculptor — page 37: what you’re looking at

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RESCUED FROM THES DUNGEOS. 89 _“ Maxtla! Maxtla Ytzeoatl !” Was ita voice from the gods? Had Heaven opened to let im that Gleam of light? “ Maxtia !”? He heard the call with the rapture that the earth must have felt When the day came out of the darkness. Yet he did not respond. He exerted every nerve, yet could not pronounce a single syllable ! The perspiration stood thick upon his brow. He attempted to rise to his feet, but the muscles were powerless. Paralysis had taken upon his limbs. “Maxtla! Maxtla!’’ Oh, the horror ! the agony of that moment! Would they close down the door, and leave him to die? or would they venture in to é q i audience saloon, surrounded by a num- couuselors. Before him stood Cruzilli, The monster knew that he had nothing to for, and had firmly resolved to die without flinching. — emperor listened with deep interest to the statement of Prince Guatemozin; and when he had concluded, the monarch ord the criminal to be taken to the TJeocalli, and there offered as a sacrifice upon the Gladiatorial Stone, to appease the god whose laws he had . A fiendish smile lit up Cruzilli’s features as he turned away, and with a firm step, mayched deliberately from the saloon under a stroug guard. i 3 iy | Al comcbooks.con