25/39 We hear queer sounds when there are no sounds at all. The air is full of spirits, and now and then they have sport with us." A second groan burst from Garay, now more wretched than ever. "'Tis surely the growl of a bear in the bush! The sound was like that of an angry wild animal! But, we'll let it go. The sun tells meet's half past eight o'clock and I go to ask our guest the usual question." "Enough!" exclaimed Garay. "I yield! I cannot bear this any longer!" "Your papers, please!" "Unbind me and give me food!" "Your papers first, our fish next." As he spoke the hunter leaned over, and with his keen hunting knife severed Garay's bonds. |