"He won't. I tied his feet. He's in Pedro's hammock, still dead to the world. If he wakes up and starts to yell I'll gag him. We've got to get away now as soon as we can." "How?" "Don't know. By water, perhaps. Wish those bushman were here. Haven't heard any noise over there, have you?" "All quiet. They're safe--or dead." "Hm! Confounded foolishness, anyway. But we've no means of getting out until they're back. Couldn't desert them, besides. What time is it?" "Ten-thirty. You go on watch at midnight." "I'm on watch now, inside. They may be back any time. If they don't show up in the next couple of hours I'll send Tucu to find out why. We'll have to get those canoes over here, too. Water leaves no trail." He turned back into the hut, leaving Knowlton figuring chances. To obtain those canoes was a man-sized job. To put the Red Bone guards out of action without arousing the whole tribe was an even bigger job. But no boats could be brought over until the outpost was silenced, that was sure. Another half-hour crept past. Still no noise from the town, no suspicious move on the other shore. Then from the _tambo_ itself came a low mumble of voices. Knowlton stepped swiftly into it. As noiselessly as they had gone the two bushmen had returned. In his usual concise phrases McKay was informing them of the capture of the Raposa. With his back to the stream and the flashlight held close to his body, he played the light for an instant on the face of the still unconscious man. Then, once more in darkness, he asserted: "Now that we have him, we must get out of here. Only chance to do that is to get the canoes. With them we can at least be away from this town by sunrise, and it will take the Red Bones just so much longer to find our trail where we take to the bush. We'll get a flying start that way. Anything else to suggest?" "That is the best plan, Capitao," Lourenço agreed. For the first time since the Americans had known him his voice held a note of suppressed excitement. "It is the only plan worth while. And I do not think we shall have to take to our legs soon--if at all. I believe this creek connects with that which flows past the Monitaya _malocas_. We have learned some things. _Por Deus!_ If only we had known the Raposa was here!" "Why?" "Because then we could have brought company with us. Senhores, guess what the barred house holds." "Well?" "Women of the Mayorunas! Girls stolen from Monitaya and other settlements!" "Jumping Judas!" ejaculated Knowlton. "Are you sure?"