CHAPTER XII.
A CHOICE LOT At the moment of Leonard's and Otter's introduction to his society, the Yellow Devil was about to make a speech, and all eyes were fixed on him so intently that none saw or heard the pair approach.
"Now, my friends, make a path, if you please," said Leonard in a loud voice and speaking in Portuguese.

"I wish to pay my respects to your chief." A dozen men wheeled round at once.
"Who are you ?" they cried, seeing a stranger.
"If you will be so kind as to let me pass, I shall be most happy to explain," Leonard answered, pushing his way through the throng.
"Who is that ?" cried Pereira in coarse, thick tones.

"Bring him here." "There, you hear him--let us through, friends," said Leonard, "let us through!" Thus adjured the throng opened a path, and Leonard and Otter passed down it, many suspicious eyes scanning them as they went.
"A greeting to you, senor," said Leonard when they had emerged in front of the verandah.
"Curse your greeting! Who in Satan's name are you ?" "A humble member of your honourable profession," said Leonard coolly, "come to pay his respects and do a little business." "Are you?
You don't look it.

You look like an Englishman.

And who is that abortion, pray ?" and he pointed to Otter.