Part 4 (2/2)
Knowlton filled and lit a pipe McKay slowly drank the last of his syrupy coffee and rolled a cigarette Schwandorf continued shoveling food into his capaciousabout the Raposa?” Knowlton asked
The Teuton's eyelashes flickered He ground another chunk of
”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
Paints himself like the Red Bones, as you call them, but is a white man”
”Oh! That one? Heard of hile Want to catch him and put him in a circus?”
”Maybe We'd like to see hiet hiht try a steel trap,” the Gerested, callously ”But I don't knohere you'd set it Best way to get a wild dog is to shoot hiood dead Or would this one be worth solance accompanied the question
”Not a cent!” snapped McKay
”And perhaps he'd be worth nothing alive,” added Knowlton ”But we have a healthy curiosity to look him over Guess the Red Bone country would be the likeliest place How far is it from here?”
”Keep out of it,” was the stubborn reply
The A 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 detero I will help you if I can Shall we sit on the piazza with a s froentlehballs are ht here?”
”Indeed yes At one h Thoer ale and one of North Aars also Out on the piazza”
”Si, senhores”
Schwandorf got up
”If you will pardon me, I will drink my kummel Frankly, I do not like whisky”
”And frankly, we do not like kummel All a matter of taste”
”Truly So let each of us drink his own preference I will join you in a moment”
The Americans sauntered to the door, while the German strode into his room
”Blunt sort of cuss,” Knowlton commented
”Ay, blunt But not candid Knowsthehts of the town and the jungle--the first pouring fro across the darkness where the big fire beetles of the tropics winged their way As Knowlton had predicted, the night noise of forest and streae itself rose a new discord--a babel of vocal and instru frorinding away in the stilt-poled huts