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"Keep out of it," was the stubborn reply. The Americans rose. "We are not going to keep out of it," Knowlton declared, coldly. "We are going straight into it. Thank you for your assistance." "Not so fast," Schwandorf protested. "If you are determined to go I will help you if I can. Shall we sit on the piazza with a small bottle to aid digestion? So! Thomaz! Bring from my stock the kümmel.
But the beastly demons over him still crushed him down on Schwandorf, smothering him under the burden of bodies dead and alive. His stabs grew weak. Exhaustion and lack of air were killing him more surely than the savages.
This time the reply came readily enough. "To take you twenty-four days up the river and put you ashore. To prevent any trouble before that time." "Ah! And after that?" "Nothing. At least, nothing to me. What may have been said to the other men I do not know. Schwandorf came to me last, after he had picked all the others." "And what do you know about Schwandorf?"
If this man should never become valuable he could live and die forgotten among savages, where he could do Schwandorf no harm. If worth something he could be found again." "Cold-blooded Prussian efficiency," nodded McKay. Then he spoke directly to Rand. "Since you're mentally sound," he went on, "we may as well tell you how you happen to be among us.
Monitaya's outguards had failed and the malocas were surrounded. Loping from the bush fringing the stream came a score of yellow-faced, shirtless, barefooted brutes crisscrossed with cartridge belts and gripping rifles. At their head loomed a burly black-whiskered creature with a revolver in each hand the malignant Schwandorf himself.
I was just thinking of turning up one of them, for I had no anxiety to visit Schwandorf, when I heard behind me the sound of a great car driven furiously. I drew in to the right side thank goodness I remembered the rule of the road and proceeded decorously, wondering what was going to happen. I could hear the brakes being clamped on and the car slowing down.
Then Lourenço remarked: "Between Schmidt and Schwandorf you have suffered much. It is possible that there was a connection of some sort between them. But neither can ever trouble you again. I do not see why Schwandorf took the trouble even to put you among the Red Bones. One more bullet would have ended you." "Any ideas on that subject, José?" asked McKay. "Only a guess, Capitan.
"I know it's Schwandorf! And I know his game! He's a slaver!" "A slaver?" "That's it. Knew I'd seen that sneak before. He worked the same game in British Guiana eight years ago on a small scale. Had a gang of tough bush niggers from over in Dutch Guiana to do his dirty work. Stole Macusi girls they're the best-looking Indians in B. G. and sold them like cattle to gold miners.
"One thing I can't understand," Knowlton said, toying with his coffee cup the next morning, "is why Schwandorf should double-cross us. We never did anything to him. Another thing I don't quite get is how he expected to have the Peruvians wiped out when he knew blamed well they were aware of the enmity of the cannibals. They'd hardly be likely to go into the bush with us under those circumstances."
Ye had every dang one o' the big chief's wives hangin' over ye and kissin' ye so hard it sounded like a machine gun. Ain't that right, fellers? Me, I'm so jealous I could bite the both of ye." "Schwandorf dead?" hoarsely queried McKay. "Huh? Oh, him? Sure. Ye fixed him right, Cap. The pretty li'l' blackbirds has flew away with him by now. Say, ye mind that feller Yuarry? Know what he done? Wal "
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