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Meantime a woman who slept in an upper room 
had heard the captain's cries — three times he called 
Ah Jesus ! " — and she shouted to the mulatto cook 
(who happened to be the only other person in the 
house, the captain having sent off all his people the 
day before up the Tapajoz in quest of produce), 
"Joaquim! Joaquim ! o patrao esta gritando ! 
Levanta-te depressa ! " Joaquim ! the patron is 
crying out — get up quickly ! "). At this moment she 
heard the noise made by the trunk and chair falling, 
and called out louder, at the same time running 
to the window, from which she saw by the dim star- 
light a man running at full speed down the sandy 
shore of the Amazon. The cook struck a light, 
and the two went together round by the street 
door to Mr. Hislop's room. They found him still 
in a sort of waking dream, and, astonished to see 
them enter by the door which he had left locked 
inside, he called out to ask them how they had 
got in. He did not even know that he was wounded 
— he had felt his hands wet, but thought it was 
with the sweat of the man he had grappled with ; 
but they told him that the blood was running from 
him profusely, and that his hammock and the mat 
underneath it were covered with blood. The cook 
immediately ran to call the surgeon and an apothe- 
cary, and on his way roused the neighbours and 
the Delegado de Policia. 
The assassin would seem to have thrown away 
the knife as soon as he had inflicted the wound, 
thinking probably that the latter (like Mercutio's) 
would serve ; for he did not repeat the blow, as he 
might easily have done, whilst Mr. Hislop was 
struggling with him. The knife was afterwards 
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