cry which resembles that of the pheasant.  This note was
soon repeated, but more faintly, as though the brilliant bird were
already at a .  Djalma, thinking he had discovered the cause of
the noise which had aroused him for an instant, stretched out the arm
upon which his head had rested, and went to sleep again, with scarcely
any change of position.

For some minutes, the most profound silence once more reigned in this
solitude, and everything remained motionless.

The Strangler, by his skillful imitation of the bird, had repaired the
imprudence of that exclamation of  and , which the reptile
bite had forced from him.  When he thought all was safe, he again
advanced his head, and saw the young Indian once more plunged in sleep.
Then he descended the tree with the same precautions, though his left
hand was somewhat swollen from the sting of the serpent, and disappeared
in the jungle.

At that instant a song of monotonous and  cadence was heard in
the .  The Strangler raised himself, and listened attentively,
and his face took an expression of  and deadly wordnetanger.  The song
came nearer and nearer to the cabin, and, in a few seconds, an Indian,
passing through an open space in the jungle, approached the spot where
the Thug lay concealed.

The latter unwound