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During this time Alvez talked rapidly with the Arab, Ibn Hamis, and evidently of things that concerned Dick Sand and his friends. No doubt they were to be again separated, and who could tell if another chance to exchange a few words would ever again be offered them. "My friends," said Dick, in a low voice, and as if he were only speaking to himself, "just a few words!

One would say that this vat of brandy fascinated him, and that he was going to throw himself into it. Alvez generously held him back and put a lighted match into his hand. "Fire!" cried he with a cunning grimace of satisfaction. "Fire!" replied Moini Loungga lashing the liquid with the end of the match. What a flare and what an effect, when the bluish flames played on the surface of the basin.

Little Jack and the slave Halima joined her. It was useless. Mrs. Weldon was then forced to adopt this sad hypothesis: the prisoner had been carried away by the trader's orders, for motives that she could not fathom. But then, what had Alvez done with him? Had he incarcerated him in one of the barracks of the large square? Why this carrying away, coming after the agreement made between Mrs.

This is what Cameron says: "To obtain these fifty women, of whom Alvez called himself proprietor, ten villages had been destroyed, ten villages having each from one hundred to two hundred souls: a total of fifteen hundred inhabitants.

The people on the raft were now shouting and talking together some arranging themselves on our side, while others appeared inclined to take part with the boatswain's mate and his vile associates. "Where is the boatswain? where is the boatswain? Pedro Alvez!" cried out some of the petty officers. No answer came.

He had commenced by being simply the agent of the slave-brokers, and would have finished as a famous trader, that is to say, in the skin of an old knave, who called himself the most honest man in the world. Cameron met this Alvez in the latter part of 1874, at Kilemmba, the capital of Kassonngo, chief of Ouroua.

If Kazounde had been spared, it was not so with Cassange, and with Bihe, where Alvez owned factories. It may be remembered, also, that Harris had spoken to Negoro of a certain Lieutenant Cameron, who might, indeed, have the presumption to cross Africa from one side to the other, and after entering it by Zanzibar, leave it by Angola.

"But," replied Harris, "they know now where they are." "Ah! what matter at present!" cried Negoro. "And what will you do with them?" asked Harris. "What will I do with them?" replied Negoro. "Before telling you, Harris, give me news of our master, the slave-trader, Alvez, whom I have not seen for two years."

But at this moment Signor Coimbra received in his face the worst blow that a major's son had ever caught. Alvez's confidant staggered under it. Several soldiers threw themselves on Austin, who would perhaps pay dearly for this angry action. Alvez stopped them by a look. He laughed, indeed, at the misfortune of his friend, Coimbra, who had lost two of the five or six teeth remaining to him.

We shall reach the coast before Negoro can return to Mossamedes. There, the Portuguese authorities will give us aid and protection; and when Alvez comes to take his one hundred thousand dollars " "A hundred thousand blows on the old scoundrel's skull!" cried Hercules; "and I will undertake to keep the count." However, here was a new complication, although it was very evident that Mrs.

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