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Updated: June 7, 2025
The Indians recognize the places by some secret signal known only to themselves a certain kind of stick or vine or something of the kind, placed where it can be seen by those who understand. The traps are made to stop any enemies who try to sneak up on the malocas and catch these people unawares. Another kind of trap is a spring bow or a blowgun shot by a vine stretched across the path.
That message is the war call of the Mayorunas calling in the hunters from the forest to take arms against an enemy. We must race now with these madmen around us, or we go under. Paddle!" In the last light of the fast-fading day the canoes darted from the forest into the clearing where stood the Monitaya malocas.
The rooted impatience of all restraint then shows itself, and the kindest treatment will not prevent them running away from their masters; they do not return to the malocas of their tribes, but join parties who go out to collect the produce of the forests and rivers, and lead a wandering semi-savage kind of life. We remained under the Serra dos Parentins all night.
Monitaya's outguards had failed and the malocas were surrounded. Loping from the bush fringing the stream came a score of yellow-faced, shirtless, barefooted brutes crisscrossed with cartridge belts and gripping rifles. At their head loomed a burly black-whiskered creature with a revolver in each hand the malignant Schwandorf himself.
But of late they have come about also in the day, at times when almost all the men of the small malocas were far out in the forest hunting meat and the women had little protection. Several chiefs have been killed by the raiders, who seemed to be acting according to an agreed plan, to be organized for this work, and to know when to strike and how to get away quickly.
The latter carefully opened his poison pouch, redipped the point of the dart, held it a moment to dry in a shaft of sunlight, and slipped it into his dart case among a score of unused missiles. "No waste of ammunition here," was McKay's dry comment. "What happens to this corpse now?" Through Lourenço's mouth Tucu answered. "It will be left here until police warriors come from the malocas.
A stealthy kick from McKay halted him an instant. Then, deftly shifting the sentence, he concluded, " in a number of places." "So." Another pause. "Then I should explain about tribes. Tribes here generally consist of from fifty to five hundred or more persons living in big houses called 'malocas. Unless the tribe is very big, one house holds them all.
Once more on the waters of their home creek, the Mayorunas quickened their strokes and howled merrily on toward their malocas. Lourenço took his nap and resumed his place. Hour after hour the fleet sped on. Noon passed without a halt, the paddlers munching at whatever fragments remained from breakfast.
Straight away along a vague path beginning at the rear of the malocas marched the twenty-four, the two northerners bending under the weight of their packs, the pair of Brazilians sweeping the jungle with practiced eyes, the score of Mayorunas striding velvet footed, resplendent in brilliant new paint and headdresses, armed with the most powerful weapons of their tribe, and loftily conscious of the fact that they were chosen as Monitaya's best.
He is in this country for the express purpose of getting girls, and with Monitaya's men away from their malocas he has a wide-open chance to make the biggest slave haul of his life. So he plans to outmaneuver Monitaya, attack this place, capture all the young women, allow the Red Bones to massacre everyone else and burn the houses, and then move on without the loss of a man.
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