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Updated: June 29, 2025
Thereupon Monitaya, with a smiling nod to his guests, squatted within the arc. Forthwith the visitors advanced in a body, disposed themselves comfortably on the furs, and assailed the viands with a vigor that brought a delighted grin to the face of their barbaric host.
McKay, after glancing around, compromised with his dignity by leaning on one elbow. The subchiefs and Yuara, with slight smiles, relaxed in various postures. Monitaya alone arose not without some difficulty and got into his hammock, where he beamed down at them. "Suppose this is a compliment to the chief," smiled McKay. "He thinks he has eaten us helpless."
This run which we have just heard is always used first, and no message is sent until a reply is received." "Bush telegraph," nodded McKay. "First call your operator and then shoot the message in code. Pretty ingenious for a bunch of absolute savages." Lourenço turned to Yuara and asked a question. Yuara curtly replied. "He says, Capitao, that this is to tell Monitaya we come.
For some time he sat gazing out over the heads of all, evidently weighing matters in his mind. When he responded, however, it was without hesitation. "There is neither friendliness nor enmity between the two peoples, as has been said," Lourenço stated. "Our business among the Red Bones is our own affair, not that of Monitaya, and Monitaya will make no requests for us.
"Them two are enough," growled Tim. "And he 'ain't got no soul." "No soul," echoed Pedro. "You have said it, Senhor Tim. And if ever these people capture him he soon will have no body." In the maloca of Monitaya a feast was in the making. Fires glowed all about the great room. Hunters came in, bearing birds or beasts which were placed before the tribal ruler for inspection and approval.
Monitaya, until now a field general who strode up and down roaring commands and encouragement, suddenly cast away his regal role and, seizing a club from one of his bodyguard, hurled himself on the nearest Red Bones a raving, ravening demon of destructiveness whose glaring eyes smote terror into those fronting him and whose weapon swung like the club of Hercules.
But these are the words of the chief: "'The white man with the black beard tries a trick, but it does not deceive the free men of the forest. The thing which he thinks to be hidden in his own heart is known to Suba and his chiefs. It is known also to the chief Monitaya, and to his chiefs, and to his men also. The white man is bold. And now his own boldness shall be his death.
Closely hemmed in by the men of Suba, the white men's boat surged onward at a brisk pace. Around a bend in the creek it went, and at once the domain of Monitaya leaped into view. Two big tribal houses, each considerably larger than the one of Suba, rose pompously in a wide cleared space beside the stream.
"They tell me Monitaya has grown great since last I saw him. Another tribe which lost its chief and subchiefs by a swift sickness has joined his own, and he now rules two big malocas together. He is a powerful fighter, and if he is friendly to us we have a good chance of success. Ah! here is Yuara."
Those behind the Mayoruna leader craned their necks and scanned the Red Bone men, who continued to eye with evident misgiving the tall-bonneted cannibals and the broad-hatted pair of whites. Man for man, these Red Bones were in every way inferior to the emissaries of Monitaya.
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