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He mentioned for his men to bring their dugouts to the regular landing place, and when they obeyed he gave commands. Then he turned and walked toward Monitaya. "I go," stated Lourenço, rising. "You stay here until called. Yuara has told his men to leave all weapons in the canoes." He walked away after the son of Rana, and if any misgiving was in his heart it did not show in his confident step.
Around them now resounded the swiftly rising roar of the nightly outbreak of animal life. The sun vanished. At once blackness whelmed all except the little fire. "See anything while you were out?" asked McKay. "We found no trace of the Raposa," Lourenço evaded. "What do you plan to do now?" "Eat smoke talk sleep." McKay eyed the bushman keenly, feeling that he was holding something back.
I was alone, knowing too much and yet too little, and there was no chance of help under the broad sky. I cursed myself for not writing to Aitken at Lourenco Marques weeks before. He had promised to come up, and he was the kind of man who kept his word. In the late afternoon I dragged Wardlaw out for a walk.
"Esta casa e a suas ordenes this house is at your disposal." McKay, with a bow, climbed the ladder, followed by Knowlton. José, with a swaggering stare at the wide-shouldered man, who stared straight back without facial change, also went up. Tim came fourth and last, for Pedro stopped beside his countryman, who evidently was Lourenço.
The trail travelers will set the trap again and take the hands and feet to the malocas, where they will be washed, cooked, and eaten." The faces of the Americans contracted slightly. A simultaneous thought made them flash startled glances at each other. "Tim " Knowlton said, and paused. Lourenço smiled. "No, Senhor Tim will not be expected to eat man meat," he assured them.
The bridge which would enable the troops to receive their supplies from Lourenco Marques was still intact. General Pienaar and the greater part of his force, amounting to over two thousand men, had crossed the frontier and had been taken down to Delagoa Bay, where they met the respect and attention which brave men in misfortune deserve.
Then, as Tim heaved the lieutenant across his shoulders and went lunging across contorted bodies toward the malocas, he ran back to the heap where McKay lay and dug him clear. Lourenço aided him in lifting the captain, and they bore him off after Knowlton.
Thought you'd understand that. He's alive, Merry. Maybe not all here, but enough to get us." "Good!" The blond man turned his attention downstream again. Soon he suggested, "How about landing at that little open space down there at the left, Lourenço?" "Very good, senhor. It looks dry."
They dwelt steadily on McKay, then strayed past the captain to Pedro, Lourenço, and the first Mayoruna crew following a few feet behind. His face was inscrutable, and he spoke no word. "You're with friends. Understand? Friends. You're going home. These Indians are friends, too. Get that? Friends!"
John Laputa, about whom I knew one strange thing. So did Tam by the way, but he had not identified his former pursuer, and I had told him nothing. I was leaving two men behind me, Colles at Durban and Aitken at Lourenco Marques, who would help me if trouble came. Things were shaping well for some kind of adventure. The talk with Aitken had given Tam an inkling of my thoughts.
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