“The others were eaten,” he said, “and their bones were used for making
fires. I saw my friend, Giacomo, felled like a bullock, and the Indians
as well. By chance, I was the last. I had no hope of escape. I was too
downcast even to make a fight of it, when, at the eleventh hour, the
mad idea seized me that I might please and astonish my captors by
performing a few sleight-of-hand tricks. I began by throwing stones in
the air, pretending to swallow them and causing them to disappear
otherwise, but finding them again in the heel of my boot or hidden
beneath any object which happened to be near. When the Indians saw what
I was doing, they gathered in a circle. I ate some fire, and took a
small toad out of a woman’s ear. Dios! How they gaped. They had never
seen the like. All the tribe was summoned to watch me.”
Then the poor fellow began to cry.
“Holy Mother! Think of me playing the fool before those brutes! I
became their medicine man. I fought and killed my only rival, and,
since then, I have doctored a few of the chief men among them, so they
took me into the tribe, and always managed to procure me such food as I
could eat. They gave me roots and dried meat when they themselves were
living on putrid blubber, or worse, because they kill all the old women
as soon as famine threatens. The women are devoured long before the
dogs; dogs catch otters, but old women cannot. In winter, when a long
storm renders it impossible to obtain shell-fish, any woman who is
feeble will steal off and hide in the mountains. But the men track her
and bring her back. They hold her over the smoke of a fire until she is
choked. Ah! God in heaven! I have seen such sights during those five
years!”
Elsie, of course, understood all of this. When Christobal put it into
literal English, Courtenay looked at her. She smiled at his unspoken
thought.
“I am already aware of most of what he is telling us,” she said. “It is
very dreadful that such people should exist, but one does not fall in a
faint merely because they cumber the earth. Perhaps you will not send
me away next time, if they try to board the ship again. I can use a
revolver quite well enough to count as one for the defense.”
“You are henceforth enrolled as maid-at-arms, Miss Maxwell,” said the
captain, lightly. He was by no means surprised at the coolness she
displayed in the face of the new terror. She had given so many proofs
of her natural courage that it must be equal to even so affrighting a
test as the near presence of the Alaculof Indians. But he broke in on
the Spaniard’s recital with a question of direct interest.
“Ask him, Christobal, why he said those devils would come again by
daylight.”
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