"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 049 - The Mental Wizard" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The girl stopped. She stood perfectly still. O’Neel ran toward her, stopped before he was too close, and
howled for the natives to seize and bind the girl.

"I’ll kill you if you try to fight them!" he snarled.

He still meant it.

The remarkable young woman let herself be bound. Two patriots used cords braided out of the same
tough bark strands which they used to make their clothing, and it was not likely she would break loose.

Amber O’Neel crouched beside the young woman, taking care that her eyes did not meet his. This was
easy. She seemed to be watching one of the natives.

O’Neel dug into a pocket and brought out a bottle holding one of the regular acids for making a gold
test. His business was platinum, but there was gold in this country. He doused some of the stuff on the
upper part of the girl’s garments. It was gold.

"Where’d this stuff come from?" he yelled at her.

She didn’t answer, and she was still staring at the native.
"C’mon an’ answer me!" O’Neel commanded angrily. "You can speak some kind of language, can’t
you?"

She still stared at the native.

O’Neel looked at the native. The act kept the world from losing a fellow who was doing it no good. It
saved Amber O’Neel’s life.

The native had slipped his machete from its sheath, raised it, and was creeping forward. He sprang, eyes
glaring a desire to kill. O’Neel dodged. Quarters were too close for his guns. Yet the guns still saved his
life, for he got them up before him.

The machete blade hit the steel and stopped, which was lucky, for the native had spent a lifetime
chopping paths through jungles with a machete, and he had swung a blow that could have cut O’Neel in
two. O’Neel grunted loudly, then clubbed a gun to the native’s head.

The native fell senseless, and O’Neel was too shaken to do something he ordinarily would have
done—shoot the native.

"You done that!" he yelled at the girl. He met her strange eyes, then wildly shifted his gaze away from
hers.

He was panting excitedly, and not until he had wrenched off his shirt and tied it around the girl’s head to
cover her eyes did he breathe anywhere near normally.

"A confounded witch!" he gulped.

He tested her bonds to make sure the patriots had done a good job of tying her, muttering as he did so,
"She hypnotized that native, made him jump me! But how’d she do it without tellin’ him what to do?"