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In Camp on the Banks of the Coanza

           Weldon.

           "Ah!"hesaidtohimself,"whenIthinkthatIhaveheldthosetwomiserablemen,bothofthem,attheendofmygun,andthatIhavenotkilledthem!"

           ThisthoughtwasoneofthosewhichreturnedmostpersistentlytoDick

           Sand’smind.Whatmisfortunesthedeath,thejustdeathofHarrisand

           Negoromighthaveprevented!Whatmisery,atleast,forthosewhom

           thesebrokersinhumanfleshwerenowtreatingasslaves!

           AllthehorrorofMrs.Weldon’sandlittleJack’ssituationnowrepresenteditselftoDickSand.NeitherthemothernorthechildcouldcountonCousinBenedict.Thepoormancouldhardlytakecareofhimself.

           DoubtlesstheyweretakingallthreetosomedistrictremotefromtheprovinceofAngola.Butwhowascarryingthestillsickchild?

           "Hismother;yes,hismother,"DickSandrepeatedtohimself."Shewillhaverecoveredstrengthforhim;shewillhavedonewhattheseunhappyfemaleslavesdo,andshewillfalllikethem.Ah!mayGodputmeagaininfrontofherexecutioners,andI"

           Buthewasaprisoner!Hecountedoneheadinthislive-stockthattheoverseersweredrivingtotheinteriorofAfrica.HedidnotevenknowwhetherNegoroandHarristhemselvesweredirectingtheconvoyofwhichtheirvictimsmadeapart.DingowasnolongertheretoscentthePortuguese,toannouncehisapproach.HerculesalonemightcometotheassistanceoftheunfortunateMrs.Weldon.Butwasthatmiracletobehopedfor?

           However,DickSandfellbackagainonthatidea.Hesaidtohimselfthatthestrongblackmanwasfree.

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