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The
sight
of
three
red
savages
,
seated
around
the
slab
table
,
and
industriously
engaged
in
a
game
of
cards
,
had
done
more
to
restore
Phelim
to
a
state
of
sobriety
than
all
the
sleep
he
had
obtained
.
Despite
a
certain
grotesqueness
in
the
spectacle
,
he
had
not
seen
such
a
ludicrous
sight
,
as
was
proved
by
the
terrific
screech
with
which
he
saluted
them
.
There
was
nothing
laughable
in
what
followed
.
He
had
no
very
clear
comprehension
of
what
did
follow
.
He
only
remembered
that
the
trio
of
painted
warriors
suddenly
gave
up
their
game
,
flung
their
cards
upon
the
floor
,
stood
over
him
for
a
time
with
naked
blades
,
threatening
his
life
;
and
then
,
along
with
a
fourth
who
had
joined
them
,
turned
their
backs
abruptly
,
and
rushed
pellmell
out
of
the
place
!
All
this
occupied
scarce
twenty
seconds
of
time
;
and
when
he
had
recovered
from
his
terrified
surprise
,
he
found
himself
once
more
alone
in
the
jacalé
!
Was
the
sleeping
,
or
awake
?
Drunk
,
or
dreaming
?
Was
the
scene
real
?
Or
was
it
another
chapter
of
incongruous
impossibilities
,
like
that
still
fresh
before
his
mind
?
But
no
.
The
thing
was
no
fancy
.
It
could
not
be
.
He
had
seen
the
savages
too
near
to
be
mistaken
as
to
their
reality
.
He
had
heard
them
talking
in
a
tongue
unknown
to
him
.
What
could
it
be
but
Indian
jargon
?
Besides
,
there
were
the
pieces
of
pasteboard
strewn
over
the
floor
!
He
did
not
think
of
picking
one
up
to
satisfy
himself
of
their
reality
.
He
was
sober
enough
,
but
not
sufficiently
courageous
for
that
.
He
could
not
be
sure
of
their
not
burning
his
fingers
--
those
queer
cards
?
They
might
belong
to
the
devil
?
Despite
the
confusion
of
his
senses
,
it
occurred
to
him
that
the
hut
was
no
longer
a
safe
place
to
stay
in
.
The
painted
players
might
return
to
finish
their
game
.
They
had
left
behind
not
only
their
cards
,
but
everything
else
the
jacalé
contained
;
and
though
some
powerful
motive
seemed
to
have
caused
their
abrupt
departure
,
they
might
re-appear
with
equal
abruptness
.
The
thought
prompted
the
Galwegian
to
immediate
action
;
and
,
blowing
out
the
candle
,
so
as
to
conceal
his
movements
,
he
stole
softly
out
of
the
hut
.
He
did
not
go
by
the
door
.
The
moon
was
shining
on
the
grass-plat
in
front
.
The
savages
might
still
be
there
.
