The life-eater Chapter 5: Part 5

by the rice corporation. Kronk--or Koshier, as he is known there--stands to make a cool million if the swamp can be drained. "Unfortunately--for him--the natural watercourse leads through the site of the village and thence to the creek which empties into the peninsula. There is no other way. It was necessary, therefore, for him to get rid of the village. But you La Foubellites are stubborn and superstitious. You would never leave your homes, nor sell them, knowing that the dead in your cemetery would be disturbed----" "_Tout au contraire!_" Le Front interrupted excitedly. "Exactly. Therefore he took this method of frightening you to a point where you would leave your homes." Le Front scratched his grizzled head wonderingly. "Eet does not seem possible," he said. "I can scarcely believe it." Lamontaine massaged his bruised throat tenderly. "Perhaps it was all a bad dream," he said with a wry grin. "Kronk is a mesmerist of ability. Maybe we were all hypnotized _en masse_." He jerked his thumb toward the rum-jug. "Drink?" he queried. "Rum. Good Jamaica rum. Good liquor hurts nobody." The parrot opened its filmy eyes and gazed at its master languidly. "_Rum!_" it croaked. "_Good Jamaica rum! Hotter'n hell! Hotter'n hell!_"