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Updated: June 11, 2025
Durnovo spoke from time to time, but he could see the effect that his hissing speech had upon his companion, and in time he gave it up. He told haltingly of the horrors of the Simiacine Plateau of the last grim tragedy acted there how, at last, blinded with his blood, maimed, stupefied by agony, he had been hounded down the slope by a yelling, laughing horde of torturers.
He had, in a small way, done the same himself. But he had never met one of the men who do not go home who possess no dress-coat and no use for it whose business it is to go about with a rifle in one hand and their life in the other who risk their lives because it is their trade and not their pleasure. Durnovo could not understand the new-comer at all.
When they shouted to announce their arrival it was suddenly hushed, and presently Durnovo came forward to greet them. Meredith hardly knew him, he was so much stronger and healthier in appearance. Durnovo shook hands heartily. "No need to introduce you two," he said, looking from one to the other. "No; after one mistake we discovered each other's identity in the forest," answered Meredith.
There are people who have done us no particular injury, to whom we wish no particular harm, but we feel that it would be very expedient and considerate of them to die. Thinking these thoughts, Maurice Gordon arrived at the factory and went straight to his own office, where he found the object of them Victor Durnovo sitting in consumption of the office sherry.
"Of course," Durnovo went on, with the details which he knew were music in Oscard's ears, "of course we shall be a clumsy party going up. We shall have heavy loads of provisions, ammunition, and seeds for cultivating the land up there." "Yes," replied Guy Oscard absently.
So they buried Victor Durnovo between the two giant palms at Msala, with his feet turned towards the river which he had made his, as if ready to arise when the call comes and undertake one of those marvellous journeys of his which are yet a household word on the West Coast.
The rowers said nothing, but they lingered on the bank and watched Durnovo's face anxiously. When he took his seat in the canoe they looked protestingly up to the sky. Durnovo said something to them rapidly, and they laid their paddles to the water. Scarcely had the boat disappeared in the bend of the river before the rain broke.
Oh! shame on yer!" turning again to Durnovo; "I wonder God lets yer stand there. I can only think that He doesn't want to dirty His hand by strikin' yer down." Oscard had taken his pipe from his lips. He looked bigger, somehow, than ever. His brown face was turning to an ashen colour, and there was a dull, steel-like gleam in his blue eyes.
She knew that should Durnovo breathe a word of this in the right quarter that is to say, into the eager journalistic ear there would hardly be a civilised country in the world where Maurice Gordon of Loango could dwell under his own name. She felt that they were all living on a slumbering volcano.
Durnovo, informing him that the tribes have risen and are rapidly surrounding the Plateau. He must return here at once with as large an armed force as he can raise. But the most important consideration is time. He must not wait for men from elsewhere, but must pick up as many as he can in Loango and on the way up to Msala.
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