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He was the accomplice of the murderers of the soldiers of the escort; he is the man who escaped from execution; he is Joam Garral, whose true name is Joam Dacosta." "And so, Torres," said Joam Garral, "I shall have nothing to fear from you if I give the answer you require?" "Nothing, for neither you nor I will have any interest in talking about the matter."
Joam Garral wished to reserve for the judge himself the use of this proof, which, if the adventurer had spoken truly, would demonstrate his innocence. Manoel confined himself, then, to announcing that he was going to Padre Passanha to ask him to get things ready for the two weddings.
"Children! your father consents!" cried Yaquita. "We are going to Belem!" With a grave face, and without speaking a word, Joam Garral received the congratulations of his son and the kisses of his daughter. "And what date, father," asked Benito, "have you fixed for the wedding?" "Date?" answered Joam. "Date? We shall see. We will fix it at Belem." "I am so happy!
Bring the guns!" shouted Benito, making signs to the Indians and the blacks to get behind. "Into the house!" said Manoel; "make haste!" And in truth, as they could not attack them at once, the best thing they could do was to get into shelter without delay. It was done in an instant. The Garral family took refuge in the house, where the two young men joined them.
It would be difficult to depict what every one felt when Joam Garral and Torres disappeared. What could there be in common between the adventurer and the honest fazender of Iquitos? The menace of some frightful misfortune seemed to hang over the whole family, and they scarcely dared speak to each other.
Garral, that a barber who is also a hairdresser and I hardly like to say a doctor, out of respect to Mr. Manoel always finds customers in these Upper Amazon villages." "Particularly among the Brazilians," answered Joam. "As for the natives " "I beg pardon," replied Fragoso, "particularly among the natives.
Joam Garral was ready to throw himself on Torres, to search him, to snatch from him the proofs of his innocence. "The writing is in a safe place," replied Torres, "and you will not have it until your daughter has become my wife. Now will you still refuse me?" "Yes," replied Joam, "but in return for that paper the half of my fortune is yours."
The adventurer took a step or two backward without replying. "Torres," continued Joam, "I am sorry that we are arriving at the end of our voyage, and that in a few days we must part! I owe you " "Joam Garral!" answered Torres, "you owe me nothing! Your life is precious to me above all things! But if you will allow me I have been thinking in place of stopping at Manaos, I will go on to Belem.
Neither by horse not pirogue could he be got out of danger quickly enough, and the fazenda was no longer a safe retreat. He would not return to it as the fazender, Joam Garral, but as the convict, Joam Dacosta, continually in fear of his extradition. He could never dream of resuming his former life.
"Between compatriots, when they meet on the frontier, there can be no question of that sort." "But," replied Torres, "I want to " "Very well, we will settle that later on, on board the jangada." "But I do not know that, and I do not like to ask Joam Garral to allow me "
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