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He ground another
chunk of meat between his jaws
before answering.
Seems to me I've seen
that fellow before somewhere,
but I can't place him.
I'm known, and I can
go straight about the business.
So sit down and wait.
But neither his eyes
nor his thoughts traveled beyond
the bow of the boat.
Tim and Knowlton scanned
the bronzed faces of those men
and liked them at once.
If you and the rest
have similar intentions,
now's your time to try.
Perhaps the law--" José
burst into a jeering laugh.
"Law? You speak of law?
"Did he shoot before
he was downed?" asked Knowlton. "No.
The gun is loaded.
The captain's eyes searched
the short vistas all about,
spying nothing new.
He spied our canoes,
then sought the men who had come
in them and found you.
"Above all, pay no
attention to their women.
"Now we go. I lead."
In the damp air, faint
but unmistakable, hung
the odor of death.
Following his look,
the bushman gazed critically
at the red-haired man.
Here Lourenço paused for minutes,
inspecting with extreme care
the ground and the bush.
Behind them the line
settled into easier
postures of waiting.
In other dugouts
the Red Bone men also crossed,
but they did not land.
For a few seconds
there was the silence of thought.
Then Knowlton chuckled.
Howls of baffled hate
came faintly through the tree mass
from the Red Bone town.
He settled himself
in his former place, curled up,
and began to doze.
Go easy, feller,
easy!" "I will be easy.
But it's time I talked.