Quaco came into the glade carrying a large bundle upon his back—under which he had trudged all the way from Savanna-la-Mer.
We must wait no longer for this young man—we must be gone from here, Quaco.
This was the plan chosen—with the execution of which Quaco was intrusted.
The forest-craft of Quaco enabled him to produce a brighter and better.
The settlements of Quaco, Manawagonish, Musquash, &c. are in a flourishing state.
You, Quaco, stay here till they come up, and then follow to Mount Welcome.
Doffing his old hat-crown, Quaco used it as an insect-net; and, after a few strokes, succeeded in capturing a cocuyo.
As Quaco had predicted, the “anecdote” was not long in manifesting its effects.
Quaco now picked up the two machetés, placing them beyond the reach of their ci-devant owners.
With a wild cry—and before Quaco could interpose—he raised his piece and fired.