Arthur O. Friel

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Arthur O. Friel The Thirty Gang — Chapter 5 (1923)

We got away at once; for I had lost my appetite—perhaps because the black zamuros had already dropped from the sky to attend to what remained of Ramón—and the Indians, having completed the little job for which they had come there, saw no sense in lingering. There were about a dozen of them, and half entered my canoe, while the rest, with the girl, disappeared into the bush. First, though, every man bathed himself and his machete, scrubbing off the blood of Rodriguez as if it were pollution.
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Arthur O. Friel The Thirty Gang — Chapter 5 (1923)

To any man not well acquainted with their ways it would have seemed impossible that those merry young men could show such ferocity as they had vented on Rodriguez.
Sunset brought us to the paragua of Yaracuma, capitán of the Maquiritares of the Cunucunuma. As we drew up at the bank, another canoe came driving down-stream and swung in to tie beside ours. In it were several Indians, all of whom looked curiously at me but seemed undisturbed by the coming of a new white.
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Arthur O. Friel The Thirty Gang — Chapter 5 (1923)

Soon we ate, and then we talked. As the killing of Rodriguez was the most important subject, we talked first of that; and now I learned more about how Ramón had captured his woman. In their tale to the chief his men had spoken their own dialect, which is so queer that I never have learned more than a few words of it. But Yaracuma spoke fair Spanish, and he told me what he knew of the matter.
Ramón had not taken her from her people in the bold way he wanted me to believe.
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