Do or die

     Peligro stopped suddenly, then deliberately pushed through a thick wall of brush beside the path. After a few minutes, they stood in a small clearing. Under the arching branches was an autogyro, the outline of its rotating wing lost in the shadows.

    Ponga Jim looked at the Colombian with respect. "Well, I'm stumped," he said. "You think of everything, don't you?"

    Juan Peligro winked. "One does or one dies, my friend."

    (from "Wings Over Brazil," by Louis L'Amour)