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Dick
Sand
had
remained
alone
on
the
square
,
under
the
special
care
of
a
keeper
.
At
length
he
was
at
Kazounde
,
where
he
did
not
doubt
that
Mrs.
Weldon
,
little
Jack
,
and
Cousin
Benedict
had
preceded
him
.
He
had
looked
for
them
in
crossing
the
various
quarters
of
the
town
,
even
in
the
depths
of
the
"
tembes
"
that
lined
the
streets
,
on
this
"
tchitoka
"
now
almost
deserted
.
Mrs.
Weldon
was
not
there
.
"
Have
they
not
brought
her
here
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
"
But
where
could
she
be
?
No
;
Hercules
can
not
be
mistaken
.
Then
,
again
,
he
must
have
learned
the
secret
designs
of
Negoro
and
Harris
;
yet
they
,
too
--
I
do
not
see
them
.
"
Dick
Sand
felt
the
most
painful
anxiety
.
He
could
understand
that
Mrs.
Weldon
,
retained
a
prisoner
,
would
be
concealed
from
him
.
But
Harris
and
Negoro
,
particularly
the
latter
,
should
hasten
to
see
him
,
now
in
their
power
,
if
only
to
enjoy
their
triumph
--
to
insult
him
,
torture
him
,
perhaps
avenge
themselves
.
From
the
fact
that
they
were
not
there
,
must
he
conclude
that
they
had
taken
another
direction
,
and
that
Mrs.
Weldon
was
to
be
conducted
to
some
other
point
of
Central
Africa
?
Should
the
presence
of
the
American
and
the
Portuguese
be
the
signal
for
his
punishment
,
Dick
Sand
impatiently
desired
it
.
Harris
and
Negoro
at
Kazounde
,
was
for
him
the
certainty
that
Mrs.
Weldon
and
her
child
were
also
there
.
Dick
Sand
then
told
himself
that
,
since
the
night
when
Dingo
had
brought
him
Hercules
's
note
,
the
dog
had
not
been
seen
.
The
young
man
had
prepared
an
answer
at
great
risks
.
In
it
he
told
Hercules
to
think
only
of
Mrs.
Weldon
,
not
to
lose
sight
of
her
,
and
to
keep
her
informed
as
well
as
possible
of
what
happened
;
but
he
had
not
been
able
to
send
it
to
its
destination
.
If
Dingo
had
been
able
to
penetrate
the
ranks
of
the
caravan
once
,
why
did
not
Hercules
let
him
try
it
a
second
time
?
Had
the
faithful
animal
perished
in
some
fruitless
attempt
?
Perhaps
Hercules
was
following
Mrs.
Weldon
,
as
Dick
Sand
would
have
done
in
his
place
.
Followed
by
Dingo
,
he
might
have
plunged
into
the
depths
of
the
woody
plateau
of
Africa
,
in
the
hope
of
reaching
one
of
the
interior
establishments
.
What
could
Dick
Sand
imagine
if
,
in
fact
,
neither
Mrs.
Weldon
nor
her
enemies
were
there
?
He
had
been
so
sure
,
perhaps
foolishly
,
of
finding
them
at
Kazounde
,
that
not
to
see
them
there
at
once
gave
him
a
terrible
shock
.
He
felt
a
sensation
of
despair
that
he
could
not
subdue
.
His
life
,
if
it
were
no
longer
useful
to
those
whom
he
loved
,
was
good
for
nothing
,
and
he
had
only
to
die
.
But
,
in
thinking
in
that
manner
,
Dick
Sand
mistook
his
own
character
.
Under
the
pressure
of
these
trials
,
the
child
became
a
man
,
and
with
him
discouragement
could
only
be
an
accidental
tribute
paid
to
human
nature
.
A
loud
concert
of
trumpet-calls
and
cries
suddenly
commenced
.
Dick
