And old Paloma was squatting at the girl's feet and rubbing the girl's knees and legs like for rheumatism, which I knew the girl didn't have from the way I'd sized up the walk of her, and keeping time to the rubbing with a funny sort of gibberish chant.
Except for the excuse that she needed Vahna's help around the house (which she didn't at all), old Paloma never said why she stuck up for the girl.
She took him into the kitchen and they must have had a great palaver, for he didn't leave until after dark.
But I didn't know, then; and I prepared to pull back to God's country.
We got up in the real high mountains of the main Andes, where the snow on one pass gave us some trouble; but the girl knew the trails, and, though we didn't waste any time, we were a full week getting there.
We had to take the daylight to it, and didn't reach the top till after sunset.
It didn't take long, and I didn't catch a sight or a smell of anything that looked like gold.
And--well, anyway, that stone knife did for her, and me they didn't even do the honour of killing there on top their sacred peak.
I didn't know anything in between, and when Sarah tried to talk about it, it gave me pains in the head.
Seems she'd just found it in the torn lining of the trunk I'd brought back from Ecuador--I who for two years didn't even know I'd been to Ecuador, or Australia, or anything
They did and they didn't," was his enigmatic reply.
Well, what the Spaniards didn't get, the surviving Indians hid away in that one big chunk on top the mountain, and it's been waiting there ever since for me--and for you, if you want to go in on it.