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"But but," said Frank amazedly, as the men piled on board and the boys all shook hands madly with everybody. "We can't take this yacht it isn't ours, we have no right." M. Desplaines held out a piece of paper; smiling as he did so. It was covered with writing in Luther Barr's cramped hand and was a characteristic document.
"I didn't realize, of course, what your errand was," said M. Desplaines in reply, "till Mr. Barr arrived here in his yacht the other day and informed me that you had stolen a cache of ivory belonging to him and asked my aid to help in capturing you.
"You mean when he shouted something we couldn't catch and pointed down the river?" "That's it." "I thought he meant there was better fishing down, here," snapped Harry indignantly, "what idiots we were." "Yes; not to notice how we were drifting," rejoined Frank quietly, "it's no use to blame Mr. Desplaines for this pickle. We have only ourselves to be angry with.
Wiseman was a naturalist. "My dear professor, what are you doing here?" exclaimed M. Desplaines as soon as the introductions were over. "I arrived this morning from Grand Bassam on a coasting schooner," replied the professor, carefully setting down his tin box. "I have a remarkable specimen of the Gladiolus Gorgeosi in there," he remarked importantly.
'We must be up an' doin', he says. 'Hol' on there, says wan iv th' comity. 'There must be some mistake in this fr'm th' sixth precin't, he says. 'Where's the sixth precin't? says Clarence. 'Over be th' dumps, says Willie. 'I told me futman to see to that. He lives at th' corner iv Desplaines an Bloo Island Av'noo on Goose's Island, he says.
He paid no attention to Desplaines or his family, but walked straight up to Frank. "Hi boss, you go hunt, you go far into land of Bambara," he said, raising his mighty arm and pointing to the northeast. Frank nodded. It was a strange scene.
The big craft landed in the dusty public square of the city where pretty well every one in the town was on hand when her runners and pneumatic tired supporting wheels struck the ground. The young adventurers were out of her in a few minutes and the first man to grasp their hands was M. Desplaines.
M. Desplaines appeared while the boys were still contemplating their outfit and wondering if it would be possible to accommodate it all in the little flotilla which, it had been arranged previously, was to take them up the river to the camping place from which they were to strike out for the Ivory Mountain. "I really almost envy your trip," he said, "although it will be fraught with danger.
"Well, here we are," remarked Billy, looking about him at the novel surroundings. "The first thing to do," announced Frank, "is to go to the house of Monsieur Desplaines, to whom Mr. Barr gave us a letter of introduction, and talk over our plans." Monsieur Desplaines was the consular agent of the United States government at Assini, which is a French port, and had promised by cable to Mr.
They are noble and well-meaning men and women who carry the gospel into the North. Many of them I know and respect and admire Father Desplaines, Father Crossett, the good Father O'Reiley, and Duncan Fitzgilbert, of my mother's faith.
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