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When told of what had happened he would not believe the tale until he had gone back to look at the dead snake. "You werry lucky," he said. "Him big wonder um snake didn't kill all of yo'!" Cujo had made an important discovery.
In the northern parts of Cujo there are mines of gold and copper, but they are not worked owing to the indolence of the inhabitants. It has also rich mines of lead, sulphur, vitriol, salt, gypsum, and talc or asbestos.
They came to a halt, and through the gloom saw a solitary figure sitting on a rock. The sentinel held a gun over his knees and was smoking a cigarette. "If he sees us he will give the alarm," whispered Tom. "Can't we capture him without making a noise?" "Dat's de talk," returned Aleck. "Cujo, let us dun try dat trick." Cujo nodded. "Urn boys stay here," he said. "Cujo fix dat feller!"
"It won't be necessary for you to talk to him," answered Dick grimly. "If you'll allow me, I'll do the talking." "All right," grinned the Yale student. "Do, as you please. We are a getting tired of him." Chester and Cujo descended into the hollow to examine the lion. There was a bullet in his right foreleg which Chester proved had come from his rifle.
"He is taking his time," whispered Dick. "Perhaps something has happened to him," returned Randolph Rover. "I do not like this oppressive silence. Have your pistol ready for use. We may need our weapons." "I've had my pistol ready all along," answered the boy, exhibiting the weapon. "That encounter with the lion taught me a lesson. If Cujo What's that?"
After the meal they took it easy in a number of grass hammocks stretched beneath the wide spreading palms surrounding the wayside inn, if such it might be called. Aleck and Cujo fell to smoking and telling each other stories, while the Rovers dozed away, lulled to sleep by the warm, gentle breeze which was blowing. "I don't wonder the natives are lazy," remarked Dick, when his uncle aroused him.
"But he shan't go without that thrashing!" cried Dick, and catching up a long whip he had had Cujo cut for him he leaped upon Josiah Crabtree and brought down the lash with stinging effect across the former teacher's face, leaving a livid mark that Crabtree was doomed to wear to the day of his death. "There you are!
Now he rejoined the others with the announcement that another party was in their rear. "They are on foot, too," he said. "Cujo whar you dun t'ink da be gwine?" "To the next settlement, maybe," was Randolph Rover's comment, and Cujo nodded. They waited a bit for the other party to come up, but it did not, and, after walking back, Cujo returned with the announcement that they were nowhere in sight.
"It's queer we didn't see anything of that man and woman from the inn," remarked Dick, as they set off. "I reckon they got scared at the very start." They journeyed until long after nightfall, "To make up for lost time," as Mr. Rover expressed it, and so steadily did Cujo push on that when a halt was called the boys were glad enough to rest. They had reached a native village called Rowimu.
Here they passed a small village occupied entirely by negroes, and Cujo learned from them that King Susko had passed that way but five days before. He had had no cattle with him, the majority of his followers having taken another route. It was thought by some of the natives that King Susko was bound for a mountain known as the Hakiwaupi or Ghost-of-Gold. "The Ghost-of-Gold!" repeated Dick.
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