Thehighgrassyspaceranupononesidetosheerprecipice,droppingcleartwohundredfeet.Buttherewascampinggroundenough——andthesunalmosttouchedthefar,violetearth.
TheIndiansthrewthemselvesdown.Whentheyhadsuppertheywouldeatit,whentheyhaditnottheywouldwaitforbreakfast.ButCaonabowithtwentyyoungmencametous.Hesaidsomething,andmyarmswerecaughtfrombehindandheld.HefacedBeltranseatedagainstapine.``Aiya!\'\'hesaid.Hisvoicewasdeepandharsh,andbemadeagestureofrepugnance.TherewasapowerfullymadeIndianbesidehim,andIsawthelastgleamofthesunstrikethelong,sharp,stoneknife.``Kill!\'\'saidthecacique.
AdozenflungthemselvesuponBeltran,buttherewasnoneed,forhesatquitestillwithasteadyface.HehadtimetocrytoJuanLepe,whocriedtohim,``That\'swhatIsay!
Goodcheerandcourageandmeetagain!\'\'
Hehadnolongsuffering.Theknifewasdrivenquicklytohisheart.Theydrewtheshelltotheedgeoftheprecipiceanddroppeditover.