Miguel made no further mention of his challenge and David was careful
not to remind him of it. It was not until several weeks later that the
matter again came up, with consequences as unexpected as they were
startling.
For the present David was fully occupied with the venture in hand. There
were a hundred things he wanted to learn and the questions he asked were
many. The men, however, were reluctant to talk on most subjects and he
finally came to the conclusion that their reticence was the result
either of ignorance or of orders from higher up.
They were glad enough to help him with his study of their language--so
far as they themselves knew it; to tell him about the river or the
animals; and of the methods employed in collecting and preparing the
rubber latex. But when he asked about Rice, the ranch, or kindred things
they remained ominously silent.
After a while David did not mention these subjects again. It was too
evident that the men did not want to discuss them.
A week later they entered a river that joined the Solimoes from the
west. It was a small stream compared with the one into which it
emptied--not over a few hundred yards in width. At least, the channel
they had entered was narrow and the water was clear and swift so that
the launch made slow progress. When David looked down at the water
speeding past them it seemed that they must be moving along at a furious
rate; when he looked at the trees on the bank he knew that they were
barely making any headway. It took several hours for them to battle
their way up the turbulent stretch of rapids.
“That is an island,” said one of the men, pointing to the land on their
right. “This channel is bad enough--especially when the water is low.
But you should see the branch on the other side of the island. There is
a drop there several meters high and no boat can pass up or down it.”
David was not greatly impressed by these words. He did not recall them
even later when he found himself suddenly at the brink of that very
drop.
The country rapidly became wilder in appearance. Perhaps it only seemed
so because the stream was so narrow that they had a continuous close
view of both banks and the heavy growth that clothed them.
The launch seemed strangely out of place in the dreary, primeval waste
of jungle and hurrying water. Men had come and gone before on the river;
and Indians and beasts lived in the green fortresses on either side. But
there was no sign of them, no trace of their presence or existence. Only
once was there evidence that others besides themselves were stirring on
the now silent, undemonstrative river.
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