“I do not know,” answered Manoel, “and everything leads me to think that your father did not know that.” “But Torres knew that Garral was the name under which Joam Dacosta was living?” “Evidently.” “And he knew that it was in Peru, at Iquitos, that for so many years my father had taken refuge?” “He knew it,” said Manoel, “but how he came to know it I do not understand.” “One more question,” continued Benito. “What was the proposition that Torres made to my father during the short interview which preceded his expulsion?” “He threatened to denounce Joam Garral as being Joam Dacosta, if he declined to purchase his silence.” “And at what price?” “At the price of his daughter’s hand!” answered Manoel unhesitatingly, but pale with anger. “The scoundrel dared to do that!” exclaimed Benito. “To this infamous request, Benito, you saw the reply that your father gave.” “Yes, Manoel, yes! The indignant reply of an honest man. He kicked Torres off the raft. But it is not enough to have kicked him out. No! That will not do for me. It was on Torres’ information that they came here and arrested my father; is not that so?” “Yes, on his denunciation.” “Very well,” continued Benito, shaking his fist toward the left bank of the river, “I must find out Torres. I must know how he became master of the secret. He must tell me if he knows the real author of this crime. He shall speak out. And if he does not speak out, I know what I shall have to do.” “What you will have to do is for me to do as well!” added Manoel, more coolly, but not less resolutely. “No! Manoel, no, to me alone!” “We are brothers, Benito,” replied Manoel. “The right of demanding an explanation belongs to us both.” Benito made no reply. Evidently on that subject his decision was irrevocable. At this moment the pilot Araujo, who had been observing the state of the river, came up to them. “Have you decided,” he asked, “if the raft is to remain at her moorings at the Isle of Muras, or to go on to the port of Manaos?” The question had to be decided before nightfall, and the sooner it was settled the better. In fact, the news of the arrest of Joam Dacosta ought already to have spread through the town. That it was of a nature to excite the interest of the population of Manaos could scarcely be doubted. But would it provoke more than curiosity against the condemned man, who was the principal author of the crime of Tijuco, which had formerly created such a sensation? Ought they not to fear that some popular movement might be directed against the prisoner? In the face of this hypothesis was it not better to leave the jangada moored near the Isle of Muras on the right bank of the river at a few miles from Manaos? The pros and cons of the question were well weighed.