Johnston McCulley

Summary

Johnston McCulley The Jungle Trail — Chapter VII (1917)

A moment of watching and listening, and then Tarama stepped into the open and bent back to part the brush, and Bartolmeo Botello came into view, holding his bride in his arms.
"Here is the little cave, master," Tarama said in a low voice; and he led the way toward it.
It was scarcely a cave, little more than a hole in the side of the rocky mountain, yet so placed that a man could defend it for a long time against heavy odds had he the valor. Before it Botello put Inez down upon her tiny feet, touched her lips with his, and tried hard to smile at her.
Source: Wikisource

Johnston McCulley The Jungle Trail — Chapter VII (1917)

While Inez bound fresh leaves upon her feet, Botello and Ruiz walked aside a short distance, as if to get water to carry with them, and once more Ruiz spoke in a whisper.
"I, also, met a native, good Bartolmeo, who in the past had been friendly to me. I was forced to slay him. There are evil whisperings in the jungle, my friend, that I cannot understand. We must make all haste to the Great South Sea. We face a difficult time if we have to fight off a pursuit and the natives, too. I had thought that Tarama of yours would prove loyal."
Source: Wikisource

Johnston McCulley The Jungle Trail — Chapter VII (1917)

And then the jungle darkness came again, and once more Botello sat at the door of the cave, and it seemed that the jungle darkness entered his soul. After a time he slept; but he was awake an hour before the dawn, searching the myriad night sounds of the jungle for one that would speak of the approach of a human being.
They ate a morning meal, and then Botello was forced to confess that he felt some fear.
"Death lurks in every corner of the jungle," he said softly. "Even a native cannot escape always.
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature