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Cinders twos and speeding away from that place. Presently only Indians of the sitio stood in the open space before the veranda. Of the creatures of Gabriel not one remained to take vengeance for their master who had been. Which after all, senhores, is not to be wondered at. For when a man has schooled a people to be ruled by fear, they will naturally be afraid of any other man who vanquishes the first. And why should men fight who have nothing left to gain and only their lives to lose? So, as the time passed, and with it the frenzy of Joselito’s rage, I was able to talk to him and calm him down, and presently able also to lead him away. And I got him something to eat, which he much needed; and thereafter I got him to sleep, which he needed much more. Gabriel o Angelo died two hours later in great torment. But I think, as Joselito had said, that it was not even a small portion of what he himself had suffered. So that was the end of that matter. Later Joselito told me the full tale of his wanderings in the jungle and of his many escapes from the Chima wild men p mA were: gant y gl i 5¢ 3 S P * a ot ) e p a M4 x : \ a = 2 a — re / A if .° ree , ? 4 y _— ¢ ‘ es td Ci AMES WORTHINGTON STEELE was a man of impor- tance. In the affairs of the — C. M. & G. Railroad he was E pluribus unum, XX XX, bottled in bond; which is quite some label in these Vol- steadian days. 115 who hunted him by scent. And terrible was the tale. But all that has nothing to do with the business in hand of pro- curing rifles, which are a necessity for the finding of the gold; or rather, of the getting of it. Of the finding, Joselito told me also. The place is known to him with- out any manner of doubt. The gold is easy to get, too, being free-washing sand of the river bed. All is easy, but the Indians. The Chima, who are as relentless as wolves. For de- fense against them are many men needed; and for the men, rifles. And for these rifles, senhores, will there be gold. Many fat quills for each gun. And that is the only trade for which there is a value today in all the Rio Ica. And Joselito, my good friend Joselito, has told me that he will give his trade to no other but me. And since he is now very surely the king of all the upper Icd, the trade will be good and the price very good indeed. Is it not then better to prevent those rifles from going up to make a revolution at Quito? Assuredly, senhores. + Yam, > ae bo ohe ers To Mrs. James Worthington Steele, a lady of great avoirdupois, he was a fair pinocle player. Not good—yjust fair. To Alicia Worthington, the daughter, he was something to depend upon in a financial way. Alicia might be branded a vampire. Not ti Bot Q fe: vlna a Z 7 fa Ree, > v5 : a: ar - \ Comiclhool Wh) © 5}