ter constructed from saplings and
giant-fern leaves. McKay rose stiffly on cramped legs.

"All right. You can move him," he consented.

Carefully Yuara was lifted to the litter and transported to the new
camp. There the Americans found not only the open shed, or _tambo_,
usually constructed by the Brazilians, but also a somewhat similar
shelter erected by the Indians. In the latter stood two stout crotched
stakes, firmly braced--the handiwork of Pedro and Lourenco. And to
these, with tough bush rope, the Indians fastened the litter of Yuara,
thus forming a rude but effective hammock.

While McKay and Knowlton continued their ministrations to the stricken
man the rest of the camp work was completed, the Mayorunas making
hanging beds for themselves from withes, leaves, and bush cord, and the
Brazilians slinging the hammocks of their own party and opening packs.

Night fell and the wounded man lived on. Supper was eaten, pipes smoked,
the regular activities of the early hours of darkness gone through--and
Yuara lived on. His deep breathing had become automatic, and his eyes
stared straight up in concentration on his battle with the death demon.

At length he was seized with violent nausea which convulsed him for a
time. But when the spasms passed he lay back more easily, and a faint
smile flitted over his face as he looked at the white men.

"Been expecting that," said McKay. "Might loosen that ligature now--just
a few seconds.... Tighten it! All right." Alter watching the sick man a
little longer he added: "Now I'm going to eat and smoke. Feel like
taking a drink, too, but guess I won't. The Indian will pull through
now, I think."

When he had returned to the Indian hut with pipe aglow, Knowlton asked
him, "Now tell us how you doped out this cure."

"Combination of various things. Salt is a partial antidote to venom in
the blood, and I got it into him in three ways--by mouth absorption, by
the stomach, and by the salt poultice, which drew out some of the poison
from the forearm and helped neutralize what remained. Ripping his arm of
course let out a lot of bad blood. Ligature above the elbow stopped most
of the rest--though some sneaked past that point, I'm pretty sure.

"Big thing, though, was the deep breathing. Remember I told you about
the experiments that killed mules and an ox? Another experiment was
this--opening the windpipe of a poisoned mule after the heart stopped,
inserting a pair of bellows, and star