suggests,"
I said. "I am afraid we shall not be able to get up there on our raft,
and we shall therefore have to make a journey round by land. With
Duppo, however, as a guide, we shall have less difficulty than before in
making our way to it."

It was finally settled that John, Arthur, and I should set off early the
following morning to the village, guided by Duppo, while Domingos
remained at the camp to take care of Ellen and Maria.

CHAPTER TEN.

AN ENCOUNTER WITH SAVAGES.

As there was still some daylight remaining, John took his gun to kill
some parrots or other birds which might prove more palatable food than
the peccary flesh.

"Take care that you do not lose yourself again," I could not help saying
as he was starting.

"Do not mock me, Harry," he answered. "I wish to gain experience, and
depend on it I shall be careful to take the bearings of the camp, so as
easily to find my way back to it. I do not intend to go many hundred
yards off."

Arthur and I were in the meantime engaged in trying to tame Master Toby
and the umbrella-bird, which we called Niger. Both seemed tolerably
reconciled to captivity. Ellen's little pet parrot, Poll, kept casting
suspicious glances at its feathered companion, not satisfied with the
appearance of the curious-headed stranger, while Nimble watched every
movement of his cousin Toby.

After assisting Ellen to feed her pets, Arthur and I agreed to go out in
search of John, taking Duppo with us as a guide. We had not gone far
when we saw him coming limping towards us. We were afraid that he had
hurt his foot. "What is the matter?" I asked, when we met.

"That is more than I can tell," he answered. "I have been for some time
past feeling a curious itching sensation in my feet, and now I can
scarcely bear to put them to the ground."

We helped him along to the camp, when, sitting down on a log, he took
off his boots. We examined his feet, and found a few small blue spots
about them.

"I suspect, Senor John, I know what it is," said Maria, who saw us.
"Some chegoes have got into your feet, and if they are not taken out
quickly they will cause you a great deal of suffering."

"But I can see nothing to take out," said John, looking at his feet.

"To be sure not," answered Maria, "because they have hidden themselves
away under the skin. Let me see what I can do. My mother was famous
for taking out chegoes, and she showed me the way she managed."

Maria, ru