CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER TEN
Under Johnny’s incredulous eyes, the tribe turned into a crowd of maniacs. A bedlam of beasty screams rose to the stars and even the sky vault seemed to tear apart, dropping on the Kalinagos a patina of repressed hatred. Men and women flung at each other, using their nails and teeth, beating each other with torches and anything else, just like they had done to the prisoners, while the shots were going on around them: in fact, the rifles’ guns were shining in flashes from the top of the rocks. And not just that. Sixty or more buccaneers had made a breach beyond the plants surrounding the open place. Holding their weapons in their hands, they started slaughtering the savages, without any difference of s*x and age.
The boy could understand two things at that momen
