"Call in the men from the river!" Arana ordered.
Diego Minas sent his voice down the slope.

The three below by the river also heard the commotion, distant as Guarico.

They were standing up, their eyes turned that way.

Just behind them hung the forest out of which slid, dark and smooth, the narrow river.
Out of the forest came an arrow and struck to the heart Gabriel Baraona.
Followed it a wild prolonged cry of many voices, peculiar and curdling to the blood, and fifty--a hundred--a host of naked men painted black with white and red and yellow markings.

Guarico did not use bow and arrow, but a Carib cacique knew them, and had so many, and also lances flint or bone-headed, and clubs with stones wedged in them and stone knives.