"Hola! _senor capitan_! I've forgotten to tell you, that I require
assistance. I shall not be able to raise the _puente-hamaca_ myself.
You must give me one of your men; or else one of my old _camarados_!"
"I know what he means," said the stage-driver, stepping forth as a
volunteer, and stooping to take hold of the llianas. "Thar may be
treezun in the skunk. I don't think thar is. But if there shed be,
cap'n, jest keep a look out acrosst the gulley, an' give 'em plenty o'
lead. I know enough o' your fellows, to feel sure they won't make a
meal-sieve o' my carcass. Here goes for a bit o' gymnasticks!"
Before I could make reply to this extraordinary speech, Sam Brown had
disappeared below the level of the doorstep. When I next saw him, he
was standing on the ledge below, with the froth of the cataract clouting
up around his ankles!