The moon rode in a dark blue sky set thick with stars. The
silence, the repose, were appalling.
Roldan jumped to the ground, and accompanied by Anastacio, ran up and
down to get the cold and fatigue of night travel out of his body. In a
few moments they were joined by Adan, who came waddling up, his broad
face knit with perplexity and delight.
"I leave you now," said Anastacio, "but remember--if you attempt to
escape you carry poisoned arrows in your backs."
"Ay, Roldan!" exclaimed Adan, when their formidable host was out of
hearing. "But this was more than we bargained for. I don't know whether
I like it or not."
"I must say I don't like the idea of being in the power of savages--
Indians," said Roldan, contemptuously. "But as we started out for
adventure we must take black bread with white. I think I do rather like
this, but I shall not if we have to stay here too long and nothing
happens."
"Isn't anything likely to happen?" asked Adan, anxiously.
"How can one tell? And who could find this place? But if worst comes to
worst we'll run away--and not with poisoned arrows in our backs,
either."
"That we will," said Adan, emphatically.
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