Пятнадцатилетний капитан

The Bad Roads of Angola

           "Wecannotremainonthisplain,thattherainisgoingtotransformintoamarsh!"

           "No,Tom,no!Butashelter!Where?What?Ifitwereonlyahut"

           DickSandhadsuddenlybrokenoffhissentence.Amorevividflashoflightninghadjustilluminatedthewholeplain.

           "WhathaveIseenthere,aquarterofamileoff?"exclaimedDick

           Sand.

           "Yes,Ialso,Ihaveseen"repliedoldTom,shakinghishead.

           "Acamp,isitnot?"

           "Yes,Mr.Dick,itmustbeacamp,butacampofnatives!"

           Anewflashenabledthemtoobservethiscampmoreclosely.Itoccupiedapartoftheimmenseplain.

           There,infact,roseahundredconicaltents,symmetricallyarranged,andmeasuringfromtwelvetofifteenfeetinheight.Notasoldiershowedhimself,however.Weretheythenshutupundertheirtents,soastoletthestormpass,orwasthecampabandoned?

           Inthefirstcase,whateverHeavenshouldthreaten,DickSandmustfleeinthequickestmanner.Inthesecond,therewas,perhaps,theshelterheasked.

           "Ishallfindout,"hesaidtohimself;then,addressingoldTom:"Stayhere.Letnoonefollowme.Ishallgotoreconnoiterthatcamp."

           "Letoneofusaccompanyyou,Mr.Dick."

           "No,Tom,Ishallgoalone.Icanapproachwithoutbeingseen.Stayhere."

           Thelittletroop,thatfollowedTomandDickSand,halted.Theyoungnoviceleftatonceanddisappearedinthedarkness,whichwasprofoundwhenthelightningdidnottearthesky.

           Somelargedropsofrainalreadybegantofall.

           "Whatisthematter?"askedMrs.Weldon,approachingtheoldblack.

           "Wehaveperceivedacamp,Mrs.

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