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"'Twas a lovely scrap, but I wisht I was somewheres else, now it's over. While ye was away they brought in the fists and feet o' some guy they caught in a trap " "We know," nodded Pedro. "Yeah. Wal, I s'pose we got to look pleasant. Dog eat dog, as the feller says. Long as somebody has to git et, I'm glad it ain't us." Wherewith he turned to the Raposa and changed the subject.
"But why what's the idea of their stealing the girls? For victims? If so, how are the girls still alive?" "Do you not see, senhor?" Pedro broke in, impatiently. "Did not Umanuh ask if we would pay more than the other Blackbeard for the Raposa? What other Blackbeard?" "Schwandorf!" the Americans blurted, simultaneously. "Not so loud! Schwandorf, of course! Umanuh works with the German.
The green eyes of the Raposa turned to him, rested long on his, traveled deliberately along the other faces. And then, to the utter astonishment of all, the dumb spoke. "I'll fight," said Rand. Speechless, the men around him stared. His face was inscrutable as ever, his eyes fathomless, his voice flat and toneless.
And one of them says this man, the Raposa, tried to release them a short time ago and was nearly killed by the Red Bones for it. They let him live only because he is crazy, and they fear to kill a crazy man." "What! He tried to get them clear?" "Yes. He opened the door and motioned for them to run, but before they could escape they were caught. He was badly beaten.
Yuara's sudden, quick glance at him showed that the Raposa had been mentioned for the first time. A little later his face became slightly sullen, and the watchers guessed that Lourenço was now referring in somewhat uncomplimentary terms to the treatment received in the maloca of Suba. Soon after that the Brazilian ended his speech.
Four nights its members slept in utter exhaustion. Neither by day nor by night was any sign of the Raposa seen, nor of any other human being. So tired from the constant struggle did the Americans become that their jaded brains began to picture the mysterious wild man as a mere legendary creature, which they never would find even though they searched the inscrutable forests until the end of time.
As noiselessly as they had gone the two bushmen had returned. In his usual concise phrases McKay was informing them of the capture of the Raposa. With his back to the stream and the flashlight held close to his body, he played the light for an instant on the face of the still unconscious man. Then, once more in darkness, he asserted: "Now that we have him, we must get out of here.
So the young men have thought the Raposa might be this demon and have avoided him it would do no good to try to kill a demon, and it would only make their own deaths more sure and horrible. "But the older men do not believe this. They say the wild man is of the Red Bone people, and that the reason why his bones are marked in red on his living body is that he is neither alive nor dead.
Tucu strode out four paces beyond his own men and stopped. Then both parties waited while the hunters reported what they knew to the hatchet-face. "What did you tell them, Lourenço?" asked McKay. "That we came on a friendly visit to the chief, for whom we had important words." "Nothing of the Raposa?" "No.
Hour after hour Knowlton squatted in the extreme bow, picking out the turns and snags just ahead and passing the word back to Lourenço, who, in the stern, steered in accordance with his orders and relayed the course to Tucu, just behind. Amidships, Pedro and McKay plied steady paddles and the Raposa lay all but forgotten on the baggage. There were no halts.
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