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Updated: June 16, 2025
The raposa is a kind of wild dog, with very long tapering muzzle, and black and white speckled hair. Daniel could distinguish all kinds of animals in the dark by their footsteps. It now began to thunder, and our position was getting very uncomfortable.
"'After he had gone my Indian urged that we leave the place at once. The man, he said, was "The Raposa" a word which denotes a species of wild dog sometimes found on the upper Amazon.
Best for them and everybody else. Hate to have sick people in the place." The Americans said nothing. They lit new cigarettes and waited for the other to become "human." And when his substantial breakfast was down, his gin-flavored coffee had disappeared, and his big cigar was aglow, he did. "Well, gentlemen, have you decided to take good advice and let your Raposa alone?" he asked, affably.
When it was finished McKay, who never smoked in the morning until he had eaten, filled a pipe and suggested: "Guess we'd better plan our campaign. We didn't take time yesterday. In case we find no trace of the Raposa at the place where you fellows saw him, what's your idea?" Lourenço, puffing thoughtfully, stared into the fire.
Perhaps José also is a bit hazy about our expedition he looked rather surprised just now. So here is the situation." Briefly then he outlined the object of the search, stating that the identity of the mysterious Raposa was a matter of some concern to certain persons in the United States and that the expedition had been formed with the view of settling the question.
Up in the town the yelling swiftly grew into a roar, and running figures came pelting toward the creek. The canoes struck the bank. Some were partly filled, some empty and in tow. Into Pedro's canoe the whites bundled the Raposa, while the Mayorunas got into anything within reach. Lourenço appeared from nowhere and urged the Americans to open fire.
Listen as they might, the Americans could hear no sound to indicate that three men now were traversing the black tangle beyond. McKay took up his rifle and assumed the sentry work. Knowlton sat in his hammock, grateful for the chance to rest his weary legs. From the hammock where the Raposa lay no sound came. With a worried frown the lieutenant leaned over him and laid hand on his heart.
All shook their heads. "Laurenco's idea is excellent," said McKay. "I was thinking along the same line, though I did not know he had any such friendly relations with a chief. That makes it all the more advisable to try it, unless we find the Raposa first. We, of course, will not land at the place where Schwandorf told us to go ashore, seven days from here." "By no means," Lourenço concurred.
In this connection my Indian asserted that in the tribe to which "The Raposa" probably belonged it was the custom to preserve the bones of the dead and to paint them with this same red dye, after which the bones were hung up in the huts of the deceased instead of being given burial. Beyond this my informant knew nothing of the "Red Bone" people, except that to enter their country was death."
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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