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The PearlAgainst the sky in the cave entrance Juana could ascertain that gum kino was taking off his white clothes for dirty and ragged, though, they would testify up against the dark night. His own dark-brown skin was a break protection for him. And then she saw how he hooked his Amulet neck-string astir(predicate) the horn handle of his owing(p) knife, so that it hung in front of him, and left over(p) both hands free. Juana had given up her prayers of magic and tradition by this time. She felt them to be pointless after all she had been through. However she did talk her hail Marys, against the black inhuman thing.She looked shine the cliff and could see, only the tail end of the man with the rifle, and hear only the water, of the little spring. Then she perceive something else, something inhalation on the ground, near the water. It was one of the men. She knew only because she heard them talk. She could not bump off out what they were saying, but wondered if they wer e talking of Kino, who by now, was probably pretty farther down the cliff.Kino was nearly down the cliff now. He had been genuinely quietly, slithering down the cliff, hearing nothing but his own footsteps, and the music of the enemy, which was getting louder as he got tight fittingr. He had turned his neck-string so that the great knife hung down from his back and could not clash the rock, because he knew that any sound, alien to nature, would get the smashers suspicion up, and he would be on his guard. Once he got to the bottom, it seemed to take forever for him to get close to the men. He stopped about twenty feet away from them when he heard them talking and moving. One man was still sleeping, but the other was up talking with the watcher. Kino looked over the watcher. He was dressed in brown leather pants, and a nice shirt, all under a sizeable black duster. The long clack coat ran all the way down to his black boots He wore his cowboy hat low, over his eyes, so Kino cou ldnt really see his face, above his big mustache. The man talking to the watcher walked off into the bush, out of sight. With one man still sleeping, the watcher sat, holding his rifle, staring into the horizon, where the moon would soon rise.