CHAPTER VII. 



THE CATS'-EYES POMADE. ARMADILLO. LUCIEN AND THE 



CRUEL FERN. THE FALLEN MOUNTAIN. THE WOOD- 

 PECKER.— THE BASILISK. L'ENCUERADO'S FRESH IDEA. 



RINGALET, who htid been the first to give the alarm, 



was also the first to go to sleep again. I could not 

 help waiting with some degree of anxiety for FEncuerado's 

 return. In a quarter of an hour, as the Indian did not ar- 

 rive, I began to think that, confused by the darkness, he 

 had missed finding our bivouac. After having called him 

 two or three times, without receiving any answer, I was 

 just going to fire 0$ my gun, so that the noise of the re- 

 port might-serve as a guide to hira, when I heard the sound 

 of his guttural cry. 



