CHAPTER XXV.
THE MAN-KILLER.
I was as helpless as a man in a strait waistcoat.

When I tried to rise, my captors tautened the rope and dragged me along the ground.

Resistance being futile, I resigned myself to my fate.
On seeing what had happened, the flying brave (a kinsman of Chimu's) returned, and he and the others held a palaver.

As Mamcuna's affianced husband, I was a person of importance, and they were evidently at a loss how to dispose of me.

If they treated me roughly, they might incur her displeasure.