"Here we are safe," said Gabriel, "and to-morrow you will discover that
my old resting-place is not deficient in comfort."
As we were very tired, we lay down and soon slept, forgetting in this
little paradise the dangers and the fatigues of the day. Our host's
repose, however, was shorter than mine, for long before morn he had gone
to fetch our saddles. Roche and I would probably have slept till his
return, had we not been awakened by the report of a rifle, which came
down to us, repeated by a thousand echoes. An hour of intense anxiety
was passed, till at last we saw Gabriel paddling towards us. The sound
of the rifle had, however, betrayed our place of concealment, and as
Gabriel neared the island, the shore opposite to us began to swarm with
our disappointed enemies, who in all probability had camped in the
neighbourhood. As my friend landed, I was beginning to scold him for his
imprudence in using his rifle under our present circumstances, when a
glance showed me at once he had met with an adventure similar to mine
near Santa Fe. In the canoe lay the skin of a large finely-spotted
jaguar, and by it a young cub, playing unconsciously with the
scalping-knife, yet reeking in its mother's blood.
"Could not help it,--self-defence!" exclaimed he, jumping on shore.
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