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Updated: June 27, 2025
If you should succeed in establishing friendly relations with the men which is not at all likely you would forfeit all friendship, and your lives as well, by the slightest dalliance with any of the women. "He told you that more than one man has risked his life to win a Mayoruna woman? That is true. But he gave you a false impression as to the way in which the risk was incurred.
Then the spur came. Even as Tucu began scanning the shores for a good camp site, he and every other Mayoruna suddenly ceased paddling and threw up his head. Faint and far, a xylophonic call of beaten wooden bars rapped across the jungle, rising and falling in swift, regular cadence a sirenical flow and ebb of sound waves. Over and over it undulated, rapid, incessant, imperative.
From the doorway near at hand, where he had been standing and peering at the small but formidable body of newcomers, an old man now stepped forth and advanced, limping a little, to the hatchet-face. The latter talked briefly to him, then to Tucu. The Mayoruna leader pointed to Lourenço. The old man spoke to the Brazilian, who answered at once.
If they decide to come part of the way in canoes they'll have to work a come-and-go transport service, bringing the fighting men down in batches to some rendezvous from which they must finish the journey on foot. Chances are that they'll disregard the canoes and all march overland by some route that would dodge the Mayoruna line of march. But in either case they're coming here.
Let Yuara breathe deeply, that the spirit of life remain in him to fight against the demon of death. Even now the poison rushes out of the arm of Yuara." "Yuara cannot live," was Yuara's cool reply. "Where once the poison has entered, there follows death." "Is Yuara then a coward, that he will die without a fight? Then he is no Mayoruna, for no Mayoruna is a coward. Let Yuara die if he will.
Mind, I speak now of the Mayorunas, not of the Red Bones. I tell you again that the Red Bone country is closed." "And where is the Mayoruna region?" "In the same general section. The Mayorunas are much more widely distributed. They are on both banks of the Javary and extend as far west as the Ucayali.
But so long as it was made clear that the Raposa must be caught alive, if caught at all, Lourenço did not trouble about what the Mayorunas might surmise. Now, as the end of the long, pathless trail approached, arose a question of which McKay had previously thought but had not spoken how he was to converse with the Red Bone chief. Lourenço asked Tucu whether the Red Bones spoke the Mayoruna tongue.
He told you they were shapely of body and tried to put into your minds the thought of making them your paramours? The snake! "He did not tell you, then, that the Mayoruna men allow no trifling with their women; that any alien man attempting to embrace one of them would be killed. But it is true.
Yet he noticed that as soon as he stepped out the Red Bones all focused their gaze on him. More than that, the spokesman of the three hunters pointed at him and said something to the sharp-featured leader. Now that leader came forward alone. Six feet from Tucu he halted again and talked in a growling tone. The Mayoruna leader, cool and dignified, made answer.
This is the Raposa. These girls are Mayoruna women held prisoners by the Red Bones. We got them last night and lit out in the middle of a general engagement. Now open up with your news." "Right, Cap. We got a visitor to-day old friend of ourn li'l' old Hozy, the only white guy in that Peruvian crew we had. He's all dolled up like an Injun shaved face, tribe paint, and so on.
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