Six men come in boats to Pie-wie village.
You come with boats.
When we reach Pie-wie village, you and eight men and boats go back to camp to other women and men.
Then back to Macushi country.
Understand?”
At last Rosa spoke.
“Macushi people no go with Pie-wie people.”
“I am not asking you to go with Pie-wie people.
You and men take us as far as Pie-wies, then you go back to Macushi people.
Understand?”
Rosa raised her arm in an embracing circle which covered the camp and the road they had travelled and the broad savannahs behind them.
“Macushi peoples there,” she said.
Then she raised the other arm and waved it down-stream towards the hidden country.
“Pie-wie peoples there,” she said.
“Macushi peoples no go with Pie-wie peoples.”
“Now listen, Rosa.
You are sensible woman.
You lived two years with black gentleman, Mr. Forbes.
You like cigarettes — ”
“Yes, give me cigarettes.”
“You come with men in boats, I give you plenty, plenty cigarettes.”
Rosa looked stolidly ahead of her and said nothing.
“Listen.
You will have your man and seven others to protect you.
How can we talk with men without you?”
“Men no go,” said Rosa.
“Of course the men will go.
The only question is, will you come too?”
“Macushi peoples no go with Pie-wie peoples,” said Rosa.
“Oh God,” said Dr. Messinger Wearily. “All right we'll talk about it in the morning.”
“You give me cigarette …”
“It's going to be awkward if that woman doesn't come.”
“It's going to be much more awkward if none of them come,” said Tony.
Next day the boats were ready.
By noon they were launched and tied in to the bank.
The Indians went silently about the business of preparing their dinner.
Tony and Dr. Messinger ate tongue, boiled rice and some tinned peaches.
“We're all right for stores,” said Dr. Messinger. “There's enough for three weeks at the shortest and we are bound to come across the Pie-wies in a day or two.
We will start tomorrow.”
The Indians' wages, in rifles, fish-hooks and rolls of cotton, had been left behind for them at their village.
There were still half a dozen boxes of `trade' for use during the later stages of the journey.
A leg of bushpig was worth a handful of shot or twenty gun caps in that currency; a fat game bird cost a necklace.
When dinner was over, at about one o'clock, Dr. Messinger called Rosa over to them.
“We start tomorrow,” he said.
“Yes, just now.”
“Tell the men what I told you last night.
Eight men to come in boats, others wait here.
You come in boats.
All these stores stay here. All these stores go in boats.
You tell men that.”