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THERE was an interval of absolute silence. Even those who were acquainted with the expulsive power of the water had never contemplated its direct action on a human being, and the others stood as though spellbound in a petrified amazement. Then the captain hastily crossed himself with the hand unoccupied by his revolver, and shrank back, still fixing his fascinated eyes on the big form spread out above. The Indians, close behind him, broke their silence with a howl of terror, and fled helter-skelter. Bola threw one contemptuous glance at his frantic fellow-countrymen; then resumed his usual pose of stolid impassivity, with one eye, however, alert to catch any sign of offensive movement on the part of the Bolivian gendarme.
Heneky's expression was too much for the boys.