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Chapter 685
"Perhaps some animal that we had better approach with a little circumspection!" And Benito, c*****g his gun, motioned them to let him go on a bit, and stepped about ten paces to the front. Manoel, the two girls, and the black remained motionless where they were. Suddenly Benito raised a shout, and they saw him rush toward a tree; they all ran as well. Sight the most unforeseen, and little adapted to gratify the eyes! A man, hanging by the neck, struggled at the end of the liana, which, supple as a cord, had formed into a slipknot, and the shakings came from the jerks into which he still agitated it in the last convulsions of his agony! Benito threw himself on the unfortunate fellow, and with a cut of his hunting-knife severed the cipo. The man slipped on to the ground. Manoel leaned
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