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. ”
