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| the edge of the small sunlit space beyond he halted. You were heading for the right place, he added then. Look around. Do you see anything? Swiftly they scrutinized the gap left by the fall of a great tree whose gigantic trunk had bludgeoned weaker trees away in its crushing descent. Seeing nothing unusual, they then peered around them. Tim suddenly snapped up his rifle. Holler tree there—and a man in it Hey come out o' there Your eyes improve, Lourenço complimented. But the man is Pedro. Tim lowered the gun as Pedro, grinning, came out of his concealment. That is the tree of the Raposa, Lourenço went on. The lightning flashing in from place. It's all in the feel of it, was McKay's low-toned explanation. They find places and travel the bush as an Indian does—by a sixth sense. Take them to New York City, guide them around, then turn them loose—and they'd be hopelessly lost in ten minutes. The others nodded agreement and sat watching. In the shadows no creature moved. Afar off some bird cried mournfully like a lost soul condemned to wander forever alone in the grim green solitudes. No other sound came to the listeners save the ever-present |
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