Schwandorf laughed again. "You are fresh from the woman-worshiping United States and you disapprove. But this is the jungle, and all is different. 'Cada terra com seu uso,' as these Brazilians say—each land with its own ways. Perhaps when you have met the Mayoruna women, looked on their handsome faces and shapely forms—they wear no clothing, by the way—you will change your ideas. More than one man along this border has risked his life to win one of those women. But that rests with you. And now if you will excuse me, gentlemen, I have an engagement with a man at the other end of town."
"Certainly. We are indebted to you for your interest."
"It is nothing. Remember that I strongly advise you not to go. But if you will go, I shall gladly do whatever lies in my power to aid you in preparing for the trip. Do not hesitate to call on me."
He passed into the house, returning almost at once.
"By the way," he added, "one of you has the room next mine?"
"I have it," said Knowlton.
"Yes. Are you a good sleeper? I sometimes snore most atrociously, I am told. So perhaps—"
"Don't worry. I can sleep in the middle of a bombardment."
"You are fortunate. Good evening, gentlemen."
When he was gone they sat for a time smoking, sipping now and then at their highballs. At length McKay said, "Humph!"