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Our
two
traitors
had
been
destroyed
,
but
the
mischief
that
they
had
done
lived
after
them
.
By
no
possible
means
could
we
get
back
to
the
pinnacle
.
We
had
been
natives
of
the
world
;
now
we
were
natives
of
the
plateau
.
The
two
things
were
separate
and
apart
.
There
was
the
plain
which
led
to
the
canoes
.
Yonder
,
beyond
the
violet
,
hazy
horizon
,
was
the
stream
which
led
back
to
civilization
.
But
the
link
between
was
missing
.
No
human
ingenuity
could
suggest
a
means
of
bridging
the
chasm
which
yawned
between
ourselves
and
our
past
lives
.
One
instant
had
altered
the
whole
conditions
of
our
existence
.
It
was
at
such
a
moment
that
I
learned
the
stuff
of
which
my
three
comrades
were
composed
.
They
were
grave
,
it
is
true
,
and
thoughtful
,
but
of
an
invincible
serenity
.
For
the
moment
we
could
only
sit
among
the
bushes
in
patience
and
wait
the
coming
of
Zambo
.
Presently
his
honest
black
face
topped
the
rocks
and
his
Herculean
figure
emerged
upon
the
top
of
the
pinnacle
.
"
What
I
do
now
?
"
he
cried
.
"
You
tell
me
and
I
do
it
.
"
It
was
a
question
which
it
was
easier
to
ask
than
to
answer
.
One
thing
only
was
clear
.
He
was
our
one
trusty
link
with
the
outside
world
.
On
no
account
must
he
leave
us
.
"
No
no
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
not
leave
you
.
Whatever
come
,
you
always
find
me
here
.
But
no
able
to
keep
Indians
.
Already
they
say
too
much
Curupuri
live
on
this
place
,
and
they
go
home
.
Now
you
leave
them
me
no
able
to
keep
them
.
"
It
was
a
fact
that
our
Indians
had
shown
in
many
ways
of
late
that
they
were
weary
of
their
journey
and
anxious
to
return
.
We
realized
that
Zambo
spoke
the
truth
,
and
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
him
to
keep
them
.
"
Make
them
wait
till
tomorrow
,
Zambo
,
"
I
shouted
;
"
then
I
can
send
letter
back
by
them
.
"
"
Very
good
,
sarr
!
I
promise
they
wait
till
tomorrow
,
"
said
the
negro
.
"
But
what
I
do
for
you
now
?
"
There
was
plenty
for
him
to
do
,
and
admirably
the
faithful
fellow
did
it
.
First
of
all
,
under
our
directions
,
he
undid
the
rope
from
the
tree-stump
and
threw
one
end
of
it
across
to
us
.
It
was
not
thicker
than
a
clothes-line
,
but
it
was
of
great
strength
,
and
though
we
could
not
make
a
bridge
of
it
,
we
might
well
find
it
invaluable
if
we
had
any
climbing
to
do
.
He
then
fastened
his
end
of
the
rope
to
the
package
of
supplies
which
had
been
carried
up
,
and
we
were
able
to
drag
it
across
.
This
gave
us
the
means
of
life
for
at
least
a
week
,
even
if
we
found
nothing
else
.
Finally
he
descended
and
carried
up
two
other
packets
of
mixed
goods
--
a
box
of
ammunition
and
a
number
of
other
things
,
all
of
which
we
got
across
by
throwing
our
rope
to
him
and
hauling
it
back
.
It
was
evening
when
he
at
last
climbed
down
,
with
a
final
assurance
that
he
would
keep
the
Indians
till
next
morning
.
