"Ay, I'll try," answered Stukely. And, stepping into the bows of the canoe, he ostentatiously laid down his weapons and made the usual signs of amity. The reply was a yell of anger and hatred from the Indians, who were blocking the way, while one of them, springing to his feet, shouted: "Go back, dogs of Spaniards; go back! This is the land of the Mayubuna, and we will permit no Spaniard to set foot upon its soil. We have no desire to be swallowed up, as Atahuallpa and his people were, after he had welcomed you to his country; therefore go back--or die!" "They take us for Spaniards," explained Phil to Dick; and, raising his hands, he shouted back: "People of the Mayubuna, you are mistaken; we are not Spaniards, but are the enemies of the Spaniard, and the friends of all who hate them. We are on our way up the river to fight them, now; and we beg you to give us free passage through your land, and also a little cassava." A laugh of derision greeted this statement; and the Indian who had just spoken shouted in reply: "You lie, dog and son of a dog; you are Spaniards, for your skins are light, like theirs, and one of you has a beard." And suddenly raising his bow, the speaker discharged an arrow at Phil, which whizzed past within half an inch of that gentleman's ear. "Make as though you intended to run down that canoe," ordered Phil. Then, seizing his bow and fitting an arrow to the string, he answered: "Fools! we are English, I tell you, and the deadly enemies of the Spaniard; therefore let us pass in peace, otherwise must we make a passage for ourselves by force of arms." The reply to this was another scornful laugh and a flight of arrows from every Indian in the two opposing canoes. By a miracle Phil again escaped unhurt, although no less than five arrows lodged in the puma-skin tunic which he was wearing, and the sail of the canoe was literally riddled with them. He felt that the matter was getting beyond a joke, that the time for fair speaking was past and the time for action had arrived, so, raising his bow, he drew his arrow to its head, and aimed it full at the breast of the Indian who had addressed him so abusively. For a single moment he hesitated, then he released the arrow, and the next moment, with the shaft buried so deep in his body that the point protruded nearly a foot out of his back, the savage flung up his arms, reeled backward, and fell into the water, capsizing the canoe in which he had been standing as he did so. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. HOW THEY FELL INTO THE HANDS OF THE MAYUBUNA.