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" he said. "Antonio," cried the chief, in a voice that brought the interpreter to his side in a twinkling; "what name did the white man speak just now?" "Azinte," said Harold, rising to a sitting posture. Kambira sat down, drew up his knees to his chin, and clasped his hands round them. "Tell me all you know about Azinte," he said in a low, firm voice. It was evident that the chief was endeavouring to restrain some powerful feeling, for his face, black though it was, indicated a distinct degree of pallor, and his lips were firmly compressed together. Harold therefore, much surprised as well as interested, related the little he knew about the poor girl,--his meeting with her in Yoosoof's hut; Disco's kindness to her, and her subsequent departure with the Arab. Kambira sat motionless until he had finished. "Do you know where she is gone?" he inquired. "No. I know not; but she was not in the boat with the other slaves when we sailed, from which I think it likely that she remained upon the coast.--But why do you ask, Kambira, why are you so anxious about her?" "She is my wife," muttered the chief between his teeth; and, as he said so, a frown that was absolutely diabolical settled down on his features. For some minutes there was a dead silence, for both Harold and Disco felt intuitively that to offer consolation or hope were out of the question. Presently Kambira raised his head, and a smile chased the frown away as he said--"You have been kind to Azinte, will you be kind to her husband?" "We should be indeed unworthy the name of Englishmen if we said no to that," replied Harold, glancing at Disco, who nodded approval. "Good. Will you take me with you to the shores of the great salt lake?" said Kambira, in a low, pathetic tone, "will you make me your servant, your slave?" "Most gladly will I take you with me as _a friend_," returned Harold. "I need not ask why you wish to go," he added,--"you go to seek Azinte?" "Yes," cried the chief, springing up wildly and drawing himself up to his full height, "I go to seek Azinte. Ho! up men! up! Ye have feasted enough and slept enough for one night. Who knows but the slavers may be at our huts while we lie idly here? Up! Let us go!" The ringing tones acted like a magic spell. Savage camps are soon pitched and sooner raised. In a few minutes the obedient hunters had bundled up all their possessions, and in less than a quarter of an hour the
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