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The boy bobbed his head, with a smile, "Si, Senore, I know Mr. Hornsby, but he has gone up-river." The boy pointed, presumably toward the mouth of the Amazon, though in the dark it was hard to tell. "He has gone to Manaus."
Brothter Clary sat back limply, as if the wind had been sucked completely from his sails. To come this far and miss his contact!
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The stew was heavy, full of fish, but tasty, and the coffee was excellent.
After saying a quick prayer of thanks for his meal, the preacher dug in, turning over in his mind what he could do next.
Option One: He could sit and wait for Hornsby to return.
Option Two: He could set out for Manaus, and hope to catch up to him there.
Option Three: He could just quit this whole wild-goose chase and go home.
He rejected option three since he was a man of honor and once he set his mind to accomplish a task, he would finish it, no matter what.
He dismissed option one for the sole reason that he had no idea when Hornsby would return. Something about what the Oriental Shopkeeper said made him believe that time was critical. Hornsby had to be found, and quickly.
Reenergized by the simple meal, the good brother paid what was owed, then asking for a few quick directions, set out for the river, hoping to find transport to Manaus.