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Let
it
follow
the
caravan
in
this
way
,
without
being
seen
,
and
perhaps
--
--
But
what
!
It
rubs
its
neck
obstinately
against
my
hands
.
It
seems
to
say
to
me
:
"
Look
for
something
.
"
I
look
,
and
I
feel
something
there
,
fastened
to
its
neck
.
A
piece
of
reed
is
slipped
under
the
collar
,
on
which
are
graven
those
two
letters
,
S.V.
,
the
mystery
of
which
is
still
inexplicable
to
us
.
Yes
.
I
have
unfastened
the
reed
.
I
have
broken
it
!
There
is
a
letter
inside
.
But
this
letter
--
I
can
not
read
it
.
I
must
wait
for
daylight
!
--
daylight
!
I
should
like
to
keep
Dingo
;
but
the
good
animal
,
even
while
licking
my
hands
,
seems
in
a
hurry
to
leave
me
.
It
understands
that
its
mission
is
finished
.
With
one
bound
aside
,
it
disappears
among
the
bushes
without
noise
.
May
God
spare
it
from
the
lions
'
and
hyenas
'
teeth
!
Dingo
has
certainly
returned
to
him
who
sent
it
to
me
.
This
letter
,
that
I
can
not
yet
read
,
burns
my
hands
!
Who
has
written
it
?
Would
it
come
from
Mrs.
Weldon
?
Does
it
come
from
Hercules
?
How
has
the
faithful
animal
,
that
we
believed
dead
,
met
either
the
one
or
the
other
?
What
is
this
letter
going
to
tell
me
?
Is
it
a
plan
of
escape
that
it
brings
me
?
Or
does
it
only
give
me
news
of
those
dear
to
me
?
Whatever
it
may
be
,
this
incident
has
greatly
moved
me
,
and
has
relaxed
my
misery
.
Ah
!
the
day
comes
so
slowly
.
I
watch
for
the
least
light
on
the
horizon
.
I
can
not
close
my
eyes
.
I
still
hear
the
roaring
of
the
animals
.
My
poor
Dingo
,
can
you
escape
them
?
At
last
day
is
going
to
appear
,
and
almost
without
dawn
,
under
these
tropical
latitudes
.
I
settle
myself
so
as
not
to
be
seen
.
I
try
to
read
--
I
can
not
yet
.
At
last
I
have
read
.
The
letter
is
from
Hercules
's
hand
.
It
is
written
on
a
bit
of
paper
,
in
pencil
.
Here
is
what
it
says
:
"
Mrs.
Weldon
was
taken
away
with
little
Jack
in
a
kitanda
.
Harris
and
Negoro
accompany
it
.
They
precede
the
caravan
by
three
or
four
marches
,
with
Cousin
Benedict
.
I
have
not
been
able
to
communicate
with
her
.
I
have
found
Dingo
,
who
must
have
been
wounded
by
a
shot
,
but
cured
.
Good
hope
,
Mr.
Dick
.
I
only
think
of
you
all
,
and
I
fled
to
be
more
useful
to
you
.
HERCULES
.
"
Ah
!
Mrs.
Weldon
and
her
son
are
living
.
God
be
praised
!
They
have
not
to
suffer
the
fatigues
of
these
rude
halting-places
.
A
kitanda
--
it
is
a
kind
of
litter
of
dry
grass
,
suspended
to
a
long
bamboo
,
that
two
men
carry
on
the
shoulder
.
A
stuff
curtain
covers
it
over
.
Mrs.
Weldon
and
her
little
Jack
are
in
that
kitanda
.
What
does
Harris
and
Negoro
want
to
do
with
them
?
Those
wretches
are
evidently
going
to
Kazounde
.
Yes
,
yes
,
I
shall
find
them
again
.
Ah
!
in
all
this
misery
it
is
good
news
,
it
is
joy
that
Dingo
has
brought
me
!
