CHAPTER XXIV. 



A LABORIOUS TASK. WILD LIME-TREES. PIGEONS. THE 



WEST INDIAN CHERRY. THE EARWIG. SNAKES AND 



SERPENTS. FIRST GLANCE AT THE TERRE-CHAUDE. 



" TTOW is your arm now, FEncuerado ?" I asked, find- 



■ I- ing the Indian up when I awoke. 



" Pretty well, Tatita ; but I find I mustn't move it much. 

 If I do, it feels as if the blackguard water-dog was still 

 holding me." 



I again dressed the wound, the Indian continuing to hurl 

 fresh abuse at the otter. I made him keep quiet, and pre- 

 pared the coffee. Sumichrast and Lucien then rose, and we 

 decided to start — the rainy season, which was approaching, 

 rendering haste necessary. 



