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Updated: May 10, 2025
"But the swamps are not yours," objected the other. "No matter they are not yours. They are neutral ground, and must not be touched." "Well, we will not touch them," said the peaceful Raturan. This reply disconcerted the fiery mountaineer, for he was anxious to fight. "But that is not enough," he resumed, as a bright idea struck him, "you must promise not even to look at our mountain."
They palavered for about half-an-hour with an air of sententious sincerity, then the leading chief of the mountaineer deputation cracked the crown of the leading chief of the Raturan deputation, and the two deputations spent the remainder of that day in fighting. Reinforcements came up on both sides. The skirmish became a pitched battle.
In one of the centuries we are not sure which the Raturan savages made some advances into their swampy grounds and began to improve them.
Zeppa became submissive like a child, while the jester, taking him by the hand, ran with him at racing speed in the direction of the Raturan villages, towards which the child and her mother were being led by the party which had captured them. This was briefly explained to Zeppa by Wapoota, who had chanced to encounter the party when returning from his yelling mission, if we may so express it.
There was something of the feline spirit in these Raturan savages. As the cat plays with the mouse before killing it, so did they amuse themselves with the pirate before putting him to the final torture which was to terminate his life. And well was it for Rosco that they did so, for the delay thus caused was the means of saving his life though he did not come out of the dread ordeal scathless.
In the dead of night that darkest hour when deeds of villainy and violence are usually done the Raturan chief once more assembled his men from all quarters of the rolling plains and the dismal swamps, until the entire force of the tribe was under his command.
The discovery awoke him to the necessity of caution, but he was awakened too late, for already had one of the Raturan natives observed him advancing out of the swamp. Instantly he gave the alarm that a "white face" was approaching. Of course the appearance of one suggested a scout, and the speedy approach of a host.
The chief and jester professed themselves charmed with the proposal, although each had been roused from a pleasant slumber. In the course of the ramble they came unexpectedly on one of the Raturan scouts, whom they temporarily extinguished with a club. Ongoloo became at once alive to the situation, and took instant action. "Wapoota!" he said in an excited whisper, "run to the rear of the foe.
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