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"Yes, my mistress," said he, "it is a turtle, and a big one too. Please all keep quiet I think I can get him." How Guapo was to get the turtle was a mystery to all. The latter was about thirty paces distant, but it would be difficult, if not impossible, to hit his small snout the only part above water with the arrow of the blow-gun.
The stream narrowed as it approached the ravine, and Leon and Guapo could see each other, and hear every word distinctly. Guapo now cried out "Drop one! young master only one!" Leon heard, and, being a sharp boy, understood what was meant. Up to this moment he had not thought of parting with his "cats" in fact, it was because he had not thought of it.
Each, as soon as it felt the branch, clutched it tightly between its powerful fore-arms and held on as if for life and death. It would have taken a stronger man than Guapo to have pulled either of the branches away again. The thing was now done.
But the vaquero covered himself so adroitly with his red blanket, that even their keen eyes could scarcely have noticed him; and as Guapo afterwards left the ground with the led horses, the vultures supposed that nothing remained but the skin, which from its sanguinary colour to them appeared to be flesh. The birds had now nothing to fear from the propinquity of the hut.
Guapo knew a good deal about these curious creatures, for he had eaten many a dozen of them in his time, and as many different kinds of them too. Their feeding upon carrion had no effect on Guapo's stomach, and, indeed, white people in South America relish them as much as Indians.
Don Pablo and Leon bent over the sham carcass, and, sure enough, under where its body had been they could see a large hole in the ground. Outside the carcass, also, at the distance of several feet was another. "This is where he entered," said Guapo, pointing to the second. "He's not about here now," continued he, "no, no, ate all the meat, and gone long ago."
But this would not have served her, had not a hand interposed in her behalf. Amidst the terrified cries of the children, the voice of Guapo was heard calling to Don Pablo, "Your pistols, master! give me your pistols!" Something glided quickly among the legs of the animals. It was the lithe body of the Indian. In a second's time he appeared in front of the mule.
Then Guapo skinned him, and cut him into strips, and dried him into "charqui," and carried him on board the raft. That was the closing scene. All left the house together, carrying with them the remains of their hastily-created penates.
Even when the load is above that which they are accustomed to carry that is to say, 120 lbs. neither voice nor whip will move them. They may be goaded to death, but will not yield, and coaxing has a like effect. Both knew that they had done their day's work; and the voice, the gesticulations and blows of Guapo, were all in vain. Neither would obey him any longer.
In the morning Guapo having prepared his barbasco, proceeded to the upper end of the lake-like opening of the river, and there flung his poison into the stream. The slow current through the valley greatly favoured him, and from the large quantity of roots he had used, the whole pool was soon infected with it. This was seen from the whitish tinge which the water assumed.
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