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〃I； and I； and I；〃 and a dozen stepped out； as they did always when Amyas wanted anything done； for the simple reason； that they knew that he meant to help at the doing of it himself。
〃Very well； then； follow me。 Sir John； take the Indian lad for your interpreter； and try and comfort the souls of these poor heathens。 Tell them that they shall all be free。〃
〃Why； who is that comes up the road？〃
All eyes were turned in the direction of which he spoke。 And； wonder of wonders！ up came none other than Ayacanora herself； blow… gun in hand； bow on back； and bedecked in all her feather garments； which last were rather the worse for a fortnight's woodland travel。
All stood mute with astonishment； as； seeing Amyas； she uttered a cry of joy； quickened her pace into a run； and at last fell panting and exhausted at his feet。
〃I have found you！〃 she said； 〃you ran away from me； but you could not escape me！〃 And she fawned round Amyas； like a dog who has found his master； and then sat down on the bank； and burst into wild sobs。
〃God help us！〃 said Amyas； clutching his hair； as he looked down upon the beautiful weeper。 〃What am I to do with her； over and above all these poor heathens？〃
But there was no time to be lost； and over the cliff he scrambled； while the girl； seeing that the main body of the English remained； sat down on a point of rock to watch him。
After half…an…hour's hard work； the weapons； clothes； and armor of the fallen Spaniards were hauled up the cliff； and distributed in bundles among the men； the rest of the corpses were thrown over the precipice； and they started again upon their road toward the Magdalena； while Yeo snorted like a war…horse who smells the battle； at the delight of once more handling powder and ball。
〃We can face the world now； sir！ Why not go back and try Santa Fe； after all？〃
But Amyas thought that enough was as good as a feast； and they held on downwards； while the slaves followed； without a sign of gratitude； but meekly obedient to their new masters； and testifying now and then by a sign or a grunt； their surprise at not being beaten； or made to carry their captors。 Some； however； caught sight of the little calabashes of coca which the English carried。 That woke them from their torpor； and they began coaxing abjectly （and not in vain） for a taste of that miraculous herb； which would not only make food unnecessary； and enable their panting lungs to endure that keen mountain air； but would rid them； for awhile at least； of the fallen Indian's most unpitying foe； the malady of thought。
As the cavalcade turned the corner of the mountain； they paused for one last look at the scene of that fearful triumph。 Lines of vultures were already streaming out of infinite space； as if created suddenly for the occasion。 A few hours and there would be no trace of that fierce fray； but a few white bones amid untrodden beds of flowers。
And now Amyas had time to ask Ayacanora the meaning of this her strange appearance。 He wished her anywhere but where she was： but now that she was here； what heart could be so hard as not to take pity on the poor wild thing？ And Amyas as he spoke to her had； perhaps； a tenderness in his tone； from very fear of hurting her； which he had never used before。 Passionately she told him how she had followed on their track day and night； and had every evening made sounds； as loud as she dared； in hopes of their hearing her； and either waiting for her； or coming back to see what caused the noise。
Amyas now recollected the strange roaring which had followed them。
〃Noises？ What did you make them with？〃
Ayacanora lifted her finger with an air of most self…satisfied mystery； and then drew cautiously from under her feather cloak an object at which Amyas had hard work to keep his countenance。
〃Look！〃 whispered she； as if half afraid that the thing itself should hear her。 〃I have itthe holy trumpet！〃
There it was verily； that mysterious bone of contention； a handsome earthen tube some two feet long； neatly glazed； and painted with quaint grecques and figures of animals； a relic evidently of some civilization now extinct。
Brimblecombe rubbed his little fat hands。 〃Brave maid！ you have cheated Satan this time；〃 quoth he； while Yeo advised that the 〃idolatrous relic〃 should be forthwith 〃hove over cliff。〃
〃Let be；〃 said Amyas。 〃What is the meaning of this； Ayacanora？ And why have you followed us？〃
She told a long story； from which Amyas picked up； as far as he could understand her； that that trumpet had been for years the torment of her life； the one thing in the tribe superior to her； the one thing which she was not allowed to see； because； forsooth； she was a woman。 So she determined to show them that a woman was as good as a man； and hence her hatred of marriage； and her Amazonian exploits。 But still the Piache would not show her that trumpet； or tell her where it was； and as for going to seek it； even she feared the superstitious wrath of the tribe at such a profanation。 But the day after the English went； the Piache chose to express his joy at their departure； whereon； as was to be expected； a fresh explosion between master and pupil； which ended； she confessed； in her burning the old rogue's hut over his head； from which he escaped with loss of all his conjuring…tackle； and fled raging into the woods； vowing that he would carry off the trumpet to the neighboring tribe。 Whereon； by a sudden impulse； the young lady took plenty of coca； her weapons； and her feathers； started on his trail； and ran him to earth just as he was unveiling the precious mystery。 At which sight （she confessed） she was horribly afraid； and half inclined to run； but； gathering courage from the thought that the white men used to laugh at the whole matter； she rushed upon the hapless conjuror； and bore off her prize in triumph； and there it was！
〃I hope you have not killed him？〃 said Amyas。
〃I did beat him a little； but I thought you would not let me kill him。〃
Amyas was half amused with her confession of his authority over her； but she went on
〃And then I dare not go back to the Indians； so I was forced to come after you。〃
〃And is that； then； your only reason for coming after us？〃 asked stupid Amyas。
He had touched some secret chordthough what it was he was too busy to inquire。 The girl drew herself up proudly； blushing scarlet； and said：
〃You never tell lies。 Do you think that I would tell lies？〃
On which she fell to the rear； and followed them steadfastly； speaking to no one； but evidently determined to follow them to the world's end。
They soon left the highroad； and for several days held on downwards； hewing their path slowly and painfully through the thick underwood。 On the evening of the fourth day； they had reached the margin of a river； at a point where it seemed broad and still enough for navigation。 For those three days they had not seen a trace of human beings； and the spot seemed lonely enough for them to encamp without fear of discovery； and begin the making of their canoes。 They began to spread themselves along the stream； in search of the soft…wooded trees proper for their purpose； but hardly had their search be