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went, she went too. The dog's displeasure was
obvious, and Kevin tried to talk Karl into leaving
her behind.

'She's got it made in the shade here,' he said,
'and she's just a nuisance to us.'

'You don't know what you're talking about,'
Karl replied angrily. 'Just look at how she's perked
up now that she's got her strength up. Once we
get going, you'll see that I won't have to drag
her.'

Our plan was to follow the Asriamas River
upstream, then to cross a range of mountains to
the Cocus River. We would descend the Cocus
and then continue crossing mountains until we
came to the Colorado-Chico. From there it would
be only a short distance to the Indian village.

The Asriamas River isn't particularly wide or
deep, but its current is very strong. On both its
banks the jungle encroaches right to its edge.
There is hardly any shore. Neither is there any
kind of a trail, so instead of cutting our way
through the jungle, we waded in the river, criss-
crossing from time to time. The going was slow
at first. Each time we wanted to cross the river,
we took off our socks and shoes. Kevin was the
first to lose patience and begin crossing with his
shoes on. Soon we were all following his example.
It had been difficult wading across the river bare-
foot anyway. The water was very cold, and smooth,
sharp stones cut into the soles of our feet. It was