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Updated: June 29, 2025
It must be that he has agents who work when he is not here, or else this is done without his knowledge. I have told Monitaya what I know of Schwandorf, and he agrees that the women are taken as slaves. I have also told him that when we return down the river we shall see that Schwandorf troubles the Mayorunas no more." "Excellent," McKay approved. "Have you asked him about the Raposa?" "Not yet.
Yuara himself turned toward the second canoe and talked a minute. A signal to his men, and his boat proceeded. All the others remained where they were. "He goes to Monitaya to speak of us," said Lourenço. "He will return. We have only to wait." "Yeah," grunted Tim, disgustedly. "We'll wait till night if he takes as long to go through his rigmarole as he done yesterday.
Newly healed scars showed on the skins of the rest. "Injuns are a funny lot," declared the red-haired one. "There's Monitaya, now. Keeps us a couple weeks, doctors us half to death, feeds us till we gag, gives us new canoes, sends a platoon o' hard guys with us to see that we git to the river safe and don't even say good-by.
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.
But if Señor Tim had not befriended me I should have died too soon to tell my tale. That is all, señores. Now can you spare a little more tobacco?" They could and they promptly did. With a new cigarette glowing he lay back and looked quizzically at the women lined up before Monitaya. "How many men has Schwandorf?" asked McKay. "About twenty in all, Capitan.
"Well, you're going to eat now, or we'll know why not!" vowed Knowlton. "We understand that you brought a warning to Monitaya. Is this his way of treating men who risk their lives to befriend him?" José shrugged. "Once an enemy, always an enemy. That is their rule. And do not think that I traveled the bush and threw myself into this snake heap from love of Monitaya.
Very carefully he explained it all to Monitaya, dwelling on the fact that McKay himself was a warrior chieftain and familiar with the fighting methods of such men as the atrocious Blackbeard, and depicting graphically the horror of an attack by the barbarous Red Bones on the defenseless women.
For the first time in their lives the cannibals found themselves digging in and also digging out. After a survey of the terrain and a catechism of Lourenço and Monitaya as to the usual methods of attack and defense, the two officers broached an idea born of the exigencies of the situation.
Monitaya, sitting in regal dignity, looked down upon two parties of seven feasting with famished speed the rescued women who were not members of his own tribe, and the four Americans, two Brazilians, and one Peruvian.
And while he talked, behind his back the wives of Monitaya completed their task and dropped into the great chief's stewpot the flesh of the black-bearded slaver and slayer who would menace them no more. Seven men squatted around a camp fire on the river bank. Beyond them, half revealed by the flickering light of the flames, rose the poles of a tambo wherein empty hammocks hung waiting.
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