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Then, dropping his cigarette stub into it, he continued: "If I were going alone to find a man among the Red Bones, I should go first to the Mayorunas and work through them to make sure of a friendly reception by the other people. I would " "Why, that's the very thing Schwandorf suggested!" "Yes? I have not heard what he said. Tell me." McKay did so. Lourenço smiled.
Schwandorf continued shoveling food into his capacious mouth. "Know anything about the Raposa?" Knowlton asked. The Teuton's eyelashes flickered. He ground another chunk of meat between his jaws before answering. "Of course," he said then. "Wild dog. Sharp snout, gray hair, bushy tail. I've shot a couple of them." "This one is a man. Green eyes, streak of white hair over the left ear.
It was more than likely, McKay had pointed out, that the main body of the barbarous force led by Schwandorf would be preceded by a handful of scouts, and quite possible that one or more of these would slip past the outguards and spy on the tribal houses.
And softly, so softly that none could hear it but himself, sounded the ironical benediction of Schwandorf: "Sleep well, offizier americanisch! Dream on, poor fool! In time you will wake up. Ja, you will wake up!"
Under the curving roof of a rough-and-ready cabin, open at the sides to allow free play of air, Schwandorf lolled like some old-time barbarian king. Down to the landing place trudged the three Americans, and there the employers and the prospective employees looked one another over with interest. Eight men had come with Schwandorf, and a hard gang they were.
The breast pocket holding the grain-leather notebook and the photograph of David Dawson Rand was buttoned as it had been, and the notebook bulged the cloth slightly as before. But the contents of that book and the pictured face of Rand now were stamped on the brain of Schwandorf. A sneering, snarling smile curled the heavy mouth of Schwandorf.
Now that we have come seeking the wild man, Umanuh at once thinks of selling him also; and he wonders whether we or Schwandorf will pay the more for him." "By thunder! I believe you're right!" Knowlton coincided. "He's stalling for time, holding us here while Schwandorf comes up, I'll bet.
Two paces away he halted and faced the Americans, ready to speak if spoken to, equally ready to sit and ignore them if not greeted. McKay and Knowlton rose. "Herr von Schwandorf?" inquired Knowlton. "Schwandorf. Neither Herr nor von. Plain Schwandorf." The reply came in excellent English, though with a slight throaty accent. "Knowlton is my name. Mr. McKay. The third member of our party, Mr.
One laughed impudently, the other slid a poisonous glance at the bleak-faced officer. The squat Francisco scowled. So did Schwandorf. "No man who cannot look me in the eye is needed on this trip," McKay declared. "Also, six men are enough. If necessary we will bear a hand at the paddles ourselves. José, you have been told by Senhor Schwandorf what we want?" "Si." "You can start at once?" "Si."
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.
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