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hey pushed her across the mud while leaves and rotting branches floated up the creek. No light pierced the forest, and the feeble beam of Kit's lantern scarcely touched the shadowy trunks that moved past until they came to an opening. Kit thought this was the spot he had been told about and turned the boat. She would not float to the bank and he and his four men got out and lifted the coffin. They sank in treacherous mud, but reached a belt of sand riddled by land-crab's holes. All was very quiet except for the ripple of the tide and the noise made by the scuttling crabs. The sand, however, was dry and warm and they sat down to wait for morning when the boat went away. CHAPTER X THE ROAD TO THE MISSION The sun was high when Kit and his tired men reached the village. He was wet with sweat and the moisture that had dripped upon him from the leaves in the early morning, and the men gasped when they put down their load. Two wore greasy engine-room overalls, and two ragged suits of duck; their soft hats were stained and battered and they looked like ruffians. Although Mayne paid good wages, respectable seamen avoided the _Rio Negro_ and her crew were, as a rule, accustomed to fight with knives and sandbags on disorderly water-fronts. Now they carried pistols, hidden as far as possible, but ready for use. Small, square mud houses occupied the hole in the forest. Where the plaster had not fallen off, their white fronts were dazzling, but they were dirty and ruinous and the narrow street was strewn with decaying rubbish. Although the _pueblo_ had once prospered under Spanish rule, it was now inhabited by languid half-breeds of strangely mixed blood, engaged in smuggling and revolutionary plots. They stood about the doorways, barefooted and ragged, watching Kit with furtive black eyes. "I want porters and a guide to the mission," he told the _patron_, who lounged against a wall smoking a cigar. "It is a long way, senor, and the road is bad. Besides, one cannot travel when the sun is high." "The road is, no doubt, safer then than in the dark." "That is true," agreed the other with a philosophic shrug. "The country is disturbed." "I must start at once," Kit said firmly. "I am willing to pay for the risk." The _patron_ spoke to the others in a harsh dialect, but none of the loafing figures moved. "They say the risk is great," he remarked. "There has been fighting and the president's soldiers are in
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