Roy Norton, The Glyphs — Chapter 8 (1919)
“ It was as if something of the Orient had been brought to this strange setting.“He has sworn to his god in his own tongue, Ixtual,” explained Wardy. “His word will never be broken.”The Maya bowed his acknowledgment and then turned upon poor Juan, who, stupid and indifferent, appearing almost bored, stood by the side of the mules.“As for you, peon,” Ixtual said with savage contempt, “if ever you betray by word, sign, or look, that you have passed through the Sacred Gates of the Maya, you shall die unshriven! Your bones shall be scattered like the manure of a traveled road. ”
