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Updated: June 14, 2025
"No poisoned meat gits into my stummick if I know it." "Bosh!" scoffed McKay. "It's perfectly wholesome though it's tough as a rubber boot." "And I might tell you, senhores, that among these people it is an insult to refuse any food offered you," added Lourenço. "I advise you to forget about the poison hereafter and eat what is put before you, even if it stinks."
Wherefore they were somewhat taken aback when informed that nice white nets were decidedly not the thing in this part of the world. "Up to this place, senhores, they have done no harm," Pedro said, before leaving the coronel's grounds. "But from here on they will not do at all. The weakest moonlight yes, even starlight would make them stand out in the darkness like tombstones.
"Heave this trumpery overboard, and you, Senhores priests, may be thankful that you have been deprived of the means of cheating your countrymen and deceiving the ignorant natives by your abominable impostures." The sailors, with shouts of satisfaction, forthwith hove overboard the boxes of relics, the bales of "indulgences", and the leaden charms, which quickly sank to the bottom.
There's no way but swimming, and this creek's probably inhabited by the usual 'gators and snakes and things." "When one can travel only by swimming, one swims," Pedro smiled. "Leave that to us, senhores. Now the sun sinks fast and I have hunger. Let us eat." Night was at hand.
All eyes went to the coronel, who sat languidly smoking his morning cigar. "Coronel, we are in your hands," McKay said, bluntly. "Your men, I presume, are all out at work in various parts of the bush. We want a crew and, if possible, guides. Can you help us?" The coronel flicked off an ash and spoke slowly: "I have two men, senhores, who have no peers as bushmen.
It took the shape of a cruise in a fishing boat, in which he and three companions "t'ree senhores, t'ree gentilmen" had run into weather and been blown out to sea, there to be rescued, after four days of hunger and terror, by a steamship which had carried them to Aden and put them ashore there penniless. It was here that his tale grew vague.
Soon the travelers were seated at ease in their hanging beds, their packs and rifles lying on the ground beneath them, while near at hand clustered groups of Mayorunas, staring at them in naïve curiosity. Pedro drew a long breath. "Senhores, that was a very close call," he declared. "As Lourenço says, our lives have hung on one word. What was that word, comrade?"
They are eaters of human flesh, inhabiting both sides of the Javary, deadly when angered, and very easily angered. Their country is not many days distant from here, but as they never attack us we do not attack them. It is an armed neutrality, as you senhores would say.
"I was a lieutenant." "Ah! But the war has passed, senhores. Senhor Schwandorf was not a soldier of Germany he has been in Brazil for more than six years." "War's over. That's right," McKay agreed. "But don't bother to send word. We'll find him if he's at the hotel. Going there ourselves. Glad to have met you, sir. Good luck!" "And to you also luck, Capitao and Tenente," smiled the official.
Tim lowered the gun as Pedro, grinning, came out of his concealment. "That is the tree of the Raposa," Lourenço went on. "The lightning flashing in from above showed us the man. But now, senhores, I think we must tramp the bush for some time before we find that Raposa again. There is no trace of him here." "Hm!" said Knowlton. Striding to the hollow tree, he peered about inside it.
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