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All the others had scattered Tucu and his band to their own family triangles, and the four Monitaya girls to become the nuclei of feminine groups which demanded intimate accounts of their capture and treatment by the captors. To the strange women at his feet the chief paid scant attention now, though he meant to interrogate them after their hunger was satisfied.
A sweeping gesture and the cordial timbre of the chief's voice told the Americans plainly what Lourenço translated a moment later. "We are welcome, comrades. We shall sleep in the maloca of Monitaya himself and a feast shall be made for us. Our lives have just hung on one word, but now that the word is spoken we are safe.
Don't ye s'pose he wants a crack at them Red Bones, after the way they used him?" "I think, comrades, that the man has settled the matter for us," Pedro seconded. "None of us wants to run away; and, as Tim says, we are expected to help Monitaya. We should be considered cowards, worse than dogs, if we refused.
That is I guess mebbe I did wave me piece around while I was arguin' I can always convince a guy better if I got somethin' in me hand. But I didn't git real rough." "You are lucky to be still alive, Senhor Tim," said Lourenço. "If Monitaya were not the man he is you would not be alive. I am glad we have returned." "Meanin' I need a guardeen? Say, lookit here now " "As you were!" clipped McKay.
Even this tribe of Monitaya, which never has been attacked by night raiders because it is too strong, has not been safe from these stealthy woman stealings by daylight. Three girls have been taken from here within the past two moons, and others have disappeared from other malocas." "Hm! And Schwandorf hasn't been here recently," said Knowlton. "No.
More vividly than ever before they realized that these men and Monitaya himself were relentless creatures of the jungle, and that, despite the present existent friendliness, there yawned between them and their barbarous allies an impassable gulf. For the moment the jungle itself seemed a poisonous green abyss of creeping, crawling, sneaking death.
But both caught a glimpse of the leader's face and saw that he was the black-bearded man himself. "So you see, Capitao, why we have been near death. Suba and Monitaya both thought you were the man. We were lucky to escape alive from Suba, and still more lucky that hero were two men who knew the face of the blackbeard." "Schwandorf!" barked McKay. "Yes, Capitao, it must be the German "
After a while he turned to McKay. "The Red Bones and the Mayorunas are neither friendly nor hostile toward each other, and there is little communication between them," he reported. "From those malocas to the town of the Red Bones is a journey of five long days, so the men of Monitaya hardly ever go there.
This feller Renzo can talk cannibal so good he makes Monitaya hunt for the dictionary, and he'll tell the chief in ten seconds what I tried half an hour to say this afternoon that ye belong. I 'ain't been here long enough to learn much o' their lingo, ye understand. If I could spout it like French, now, there wouldn't been no trouble." McKay and Knowlton snickered.
For the first time since leaving the Monitaya region a path lay under their feet. And for the first time Tucu and his fellow Mayorunas, glancing along that faint track, showed hesitation. "Why the delay?" snapped McKay. "They suspect traps. I will go ahead and feel out the way. I have done it before on other paths." After a few words to Tucu, Lourenço cut a long, slim pole.
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