This happened at Beauhart plantation, down in the valley of the Amazon, and the men who grow rubber in the jungle will vouch for the story, and they tell it on a night in the bars of Maracas. They said it was to do with three who were the hunter, and one who was the hunted. Four in all they say, and a bitter ending in a bottle of red wine. The story begins at a table of four men, who are playing a game of cards. The air is tense, and there is complete silence as the dealer flicks the cards.