Arthur O. Friel

“ She's after you hard. First thing you know she'll feed you some of that red yucut' 'sehi that turns you black. You'll be a nigger-white like me. A dead man, like me! Dead! Dead! Dead like El Blanco Negro! A dead man walking in the night! ”

“ I knew quite well—though I am sure White never thought of it—that all the blame for the Bayona matter might fall on me. The man spared by the Indians probably knew only that a band of Maquiritares, led by some man with a rifle, had done this killing on the Ventuari.
To the people of San Fernando, Black While was only a name; many believed him to be only a creature of an Indian tale, not a real man. So I, the only man with a rifle known to live on the Ventuari and likely to lead Maquiritares, might at some time have to pay Funes for Bayona's blood with my own. ”

“ And the men of San Fernando now will think twice before they visit the Ventuari again. Yet there may be more trouble because you let that one man go, White. Bayona was a friend of Funes."
A harsh laugh came out of the bush.
"To —— with Funes!" jeered White's voice. "He can come himself if he's got the guts. We take all comers."
"You had better get some guns before you say that," I told him. "He has an army of guapos, and many guns brought from Brazil. I do not see how you even managed to kill Bayona and his men, with only your one gun. ”