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The jumping at conclusions nearly cost him his life. The pilot lifted his big automatic. It banged. O’Neel
shrieked, grabbed one arm and fell down.

The aviator saw he could not overtake the girl. He whirled and, traveling in a staggering lope, vanished
into the jungle.

Amber O’Neel got up and ran in the opposite direction. He still held his arm, although he knew by now
that the bullet from the flier’s .45 had only burned it.

The patriots were also running. They had started with the shot, and were sprinting madly in all directions.
Amber O’Neel began to curse them.

He was still cursing his "army" when he caught sight of the girl.
 Chapter II. LAST TESTAMENT
THE young woman with the strange golden hair and metallic cloth garments approached with a calmness
which was somewhat unnerving. Amber O’Neel felt an impulse to run, and he could not explain it. There
was just something about the girl. She seemed to have some power.

She came close to O’Neel and lifted an arm. He half ducked, thinking she was going to strike him. But
she waved, instead, that he should pursue the fleeing aviator.

O’Neel thought of the big .45 automatic, and was not enthusiastic about the pursuit. Anyway, he had
some ideas, and wanted to ask questions.

"Look!" he said. "That aviator guy found you inland somewhere, and he wants to know where you got
the gold that queer cloth you’re wearing is made out of. Right?"

The girl said nothing. She jerked her arm, directing O’Neel to pursue the aviator.

"What tribe are you from?" O’Neel asked.

She continued to point, to say nothing.

"Hablah Espanol?
O’Neel asked, his Spanish bad.
Apparently she didn’t speak Spanish. O’Neel tried Portuguese, one or two Indian dialects, and
French—all the languages he knew. Results were zero.

"Aw, heck!" he exploded finally. "The cat got your tongue?"

When the girl still said nothing, he glowered at her with the idea of causing her to avert her gaze. She had
been staring at him steadily. Her eyes were a most unusual shade of blue, he noted, and there was
something disquieting about them.

As he watched the eyes, they seemed to radiate something like an invisible solid that gripped him and
held him. He tried to move his hands, but the idea somehow didn’t quite seem to get to his hands, so that
they did not move.

The girl’s eyes seemed to get more and more potent, until they were incredible magnets of blue. O’Neel