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Updated: June 18, 2025
No, José does not forget. "That is all, except if you will, in parting, take the hand of a man known as a killer and other things " Knowlton gripped that hand with swift heartiness. He would have protested against such a departure, but the other's steady gaze betokened inflexible purpose. So he merely said: "Then good luck, old chap! And if you meet Schwandorf give him our affectionate regards."
Bullets, too, slammed into their rampart bullets from the heavy revolvers of Schwandorf, who, ever keeping himself protected by the bodies of his cannibal allies, shot with both hands as the chance came. And the German could shoot.
"Lost our crew," was the laconic answer. "All gone west but José, and he's bled white. We'll have to paddle our own canoe now." For a time after his head was bandaged McKay lay quiet, staring out at the tiny battlefield and at his two mates working silently on the wounded arm of José. When they came back he spoke one word. "Schwandorf." "Yeah! He's the nigger in the woodpile, I bet my shirt.
Schwandorf last night after you went," Knowlton said, easily, drawing down one eyelid. "Very likable sort of chap. He's going to help us get started upriver." "Uh-huh. When do we go? To-day?" "If possible." "Glad of it. This big-town sportin' life would be the ruination of a simple country kid like me. Yo-hum!
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.
He said your real reason for coming here was that you were detectives trying to earn the reward. That is false, is it not, señores?" "We're no detectives. Rand's no thief." "Ah, so I thought. But Schwandorf often tells truth to conceal his lies, so that it is sometimes hard to know which is true and which untrue.
"It would be sad if this man should yet live and escape. See! What is that tall Red Bone doing over yonder?" Pedro followed his pointing finger. He saw no such Red Bone as José had mentioned. But when he looked back at Schwandorf he noticed something that made him glance quickly at José once more.
I was not here five years ago, and I knew nothing of Schwandorf then. But I know he always schemed for his own good and overlooked no chances. So perhaps, finding this man not dead, but darkened in mind by his bullet, he thought he might be able to use him in some way at some future time. A dead man is not useful to anyone.
Might be good enough if he had only Umanuh to deal with, but with Schwandorf in the game it's different. Ask him how he expects to protect his women while he's gone." "He says," Lourenço reported, "that there will be no danger to the women, because his warriors will be between the women and their enemies until those enemies are dead." "Very simple. So simple that it's foolish.
When bones and beer are rollin' high and handsome I got no time for women. Besides, I found out she was mostly Injun and fat as a hog. Nothin' like that for li'l' Timmy Ryan. Oh, say, before I forgit it I asked Joey about this Dutchman here, and he says " McKay scowled, shook his head, pointed toward the closed door of Schwandorf.
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