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Eighth picture The Indian Chief is wearing a gold necklet {Close up).
Ninth picture
The Spaniards surround him and gaze covetously at his necklet. The Officer fingers the ornament with an enquiring look. The Indian at once divests himself of it and places it round the officers neck ; the latter weighs the heavy chain in his hand. The officer enquires : « where is gold to be found ? » and points to the necklace. The Indian smiles carelessly and makes a gesture as much as to say : « There is plenty of it over there ! »
Tenth picture
The sailor's listeners stare amazed. The sailor continues his story :
Eleventh picture
The Indian explains to the officer that he will take him where the gold Ires. The Spaniards follow the natives and march towards the forest.
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TWELVTH PICTURE
Las Casas comes close up to the sailor. He listens to his tale with an eager and enthusiastic expression.
Thirteenth picture
An equatorial forest with huge trees, liana, and multicoloured birds. The band of the conquistador es are seen marching through it.
Fourteenth picture
A river wide as the sea. Strange beasts, serpents, and alligators are seen on its banks.
Fifteenth picture
A fairy city with palaces, temples, and hanging gardens. A crowd of Indians splendidly dressed and crowned with feathers hasten to greet the Spaniards. They offer them virgin gold, jewels, and statues. The officers clamour for more ! The Indians, smiling, add more gold to the heap.
Sixteenth picture
The astounded listeners shout with glee. One of them, however, sceptically fingers the sailor's wounded arm. The sailor jerks his head : « The Indians aren't always so docile. You've got to fight them ! »
Seventeenth picture
An ambuscade in the virgin forest. Fierce looking tattooed savages fling themselves against the Spaniards. The Indians and the conquerors fight at the entrance