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"In that case I think I may tell you what has brought me here," he said. "If you have traveled much in Kamtchatka you can, perhaps, help me. To begin with, I sailed from Vancouver, in Canada, nearly a year ago." It required some time to make his errand clear, and then Overweg looked at him with an inscrutable expression.
Wyllard's face flushed, but he said nothing, and it was Charly who asked the next question. "The others are dead?" Lewson made a little expressive gesture. "Hopkins was drowned in a crevice of the ice. I buried Leslie back yonder." He broke off abruptly, as though speech cost him an effort, and Wyllard turned to Overweg. "This is the last of the men I was looking for," he said.
Setting aside my colleagues, Barth and Overweg, there was, in the first place, the interpreter, Yusuf Moknee, a man really of some importance among his people, but considering himself with far too extravagant a degree of respect. He is the son of the famous Moknee, who was Governor of the province of Fezzan during the period of the Karamanly Bashaws.
"This is the last of the men I was looking for," he announced. Overweg quietly nodded. "Then you have my felicitations but it might be advisable if you did not tell me too much," he remarked. "Afterwards I may be questioned by those in authority."
He was making a severe muscular effort; but it was the nervous tension that troubled him most, for he knew that he would look down upon the inlet from the summit. He blamed himself bitterly for not sending on a messenger to Dampier when he fell in with Overweg, which, in his eagerness to follow up the clue the latter had given him, he had at first omitted to do.
That's why I started south with some of them before the summer came. Now I'm here talking English talking with white men but it doesn't seem the same as it should have been without the others." He talked no more that night, but Wyllard translated part of his story for the benefit of Overweg. "The thing, it seems incredible," commented the scientist.
"Something seemed to tell me that you would come for us when you could." Wyllard's face flushed, but he made no answer, and it was Charly who asked the next question: "The others are dead?" Lewson made an expressive gesture. "Hopkins was drowned in a crevice of the ice. I buried Leslie back yonder." He broke off abruptly, as though speech cost him an effort, and Wyllard turned to Overweg.
They set out again early next morning, and, as it happened, found a little depôt of provisions that Dampier had made, but it was several days before they met Charly and the Indian, and another week had passed before Overweg reached the place appointed. He listened to Wyllard's story gravely, and then appeared to consider. "You have some plans?" he asked.
Wyllard said little, however, and Overweg made no attempt at conversation until the Kamtchadale laid out a meal, when he watched his guests with a smile while they ate voraciously. He had stripped off his furs, and with his knees drawn up sat on one of the skins. He was a little, plump, round-faced man, with tow-colored hair, and eyes that gleamed shrewdly behind his spectacles.
Yesterday evening we had a visit from a wolf, who was looking out for our two or three sheep for a supper, but the watch was too well kept. There are many wild animals in Aheer, but we have hitherto seen but few. Very pretty doves fly about our tent; and Dr. Overweg shot some small birds to send home. Aheer, in general, must be considered as a part of the Southern Sahara, or Great Desert.
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