OnthemorningafterhisdeaththeSpanisharrayenteredthepass。
Half-waydownitImetthemwithmyfivehundredmenandengagedthem，butsufferedthemtodriveusbackwithsomeloss。
Astheyfollowedtheygrewbolderandwefledfaster，tillatlengthweflewdownthedefilefollowedbytheSpanishhorse。
Now，somethreefurlongsfromitsmouththatleadstotheCityofPines，thispassturnsandnarrows，andherethecliffsaresosheerandhighthatatwilightreignsatthefootofthem。
Downthenarrowwayweraninseemingrout，andafteruscametheSpaniardsshoutingontheirsaintsandflushedwithvictory。