“OF COURSE THE KNIFE CUT HIS FINGERS.”
“And I also,” said Juan; “but here we are, and we shall soon know what he thinks of us. I hope he will think well enough of us to do us no harm, but not well enough of us to keep us.”
Chapter XXVI.
Caonabo, Cacique of Maguana, differed so strikingly in his appearance and manner from his subjects that the boys were struck by it at their first glance at him. He was not only larger and more muscular, but he bore himself with a hauteur and dignity that any Old World monarch might have envied.
He eyed the boys with wonder, it is true, but there was something in his manner that made Diego mutter to Juan:
“I’m afraid he won’t accept the story of our descent from the skies.”
“And he looks fierce enough for a cannibal,” said Juan.