Mary Elizabeth Counselman, The Smiling Face
“ In fact, a poisoned blowgun dart (presumably aimed at a silver and black iguana) had barely missed his shoulder, Mario had reported uncomfortably."And good riddance!” Harbin muttered half-aloud, glowering up at the patched roof of the tent. "Never did trust those pretty-boys where a woman’s concerned! Not one as lovely as Diana—so young and romantic and impressionable.”"Hanh? Senhor speak?” The Chavante boy startled him, waving his fern rapidly and flashing white teeth in a dark brown Mongoloid face."What? Oh! Nothing. Just talking to myself,” Harbin snapped. ”
