half-suppressed
giggle.

"Yes--leetil," replied Manuela, without attempting further to restrain
her mirth.

Quite pleased that his remarks should afford amusement, Quashy was about
to launch out extensively on the "great-gran'moder" theme, when an
exclamation from the guide checked him.

"Look, Senhor Armstrong," he said, arresting the progress of the canoe
by a slight turn of his paddle. "Yonder is a mode of fishing which no
doubt is new to you."

Pedro pointed as he spoke to a canoe which a sharp bend of the stream
had just revealed to them. Its occupants were Indians. They were
almost naked, and so intent on their occupation that the arrival of our
travellers had not been observed. One of the Indians, a splendid
specimen of muscular strength, stood up in the canoe with a bow and
arrow in his hands and one foot on the gunwale, quite motionless.
Suddenly he drew the bow, the arrow pierced the water without causing a
ripple, and next moment a transfixed fish was struggling on the surface.

The fish was barely secured when the presence of strangers was
discovered. An exclamation followed. Instantly the dark savage bent
his bow, with the arrow pointed this time full at the breast of Pedro.

That worthy did not, however, seem much alarmed. He at once pushed out
into the stream, and gave a shout which induced the savage not only to
lower his bow, but to fling it into his canoe and throw up his arms with
exclamations of surprise and joy.

"He knows you?" said Lawrence, looking back at Pedro, who sat in the
stern of their canoe.

"Yes, he knows me. I am pretty well-known to most people in these
regions. This is the tiger-hunter of whom I have spoken. His dwelling
is not far-off."

The meeting of the two friends was remarkably cordial, and it was
evident to both Lawrence and Quashy that the white man and the brown
were not only old friends, but more than usually fond of each other.

After the first salutations, both canoes were run to the bank of the
stream, and when they had all landed, Pedro presented his friend to
Lawrence, who shook hands with him in the English fashion.

"You have not mentioned your friend's name," said Lawrence.

"His name!" replied Pedro, with a laugh, "well, it is almost
unpronounceable. Perhaps you had better call him by the name he goes by
among his friends--Spotted Tiger, or, more briefly--Tiger."

"Tell Spotted Tiger, then," said Lawrence, "that I am happy to make his
a