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"
My
friend
Dick
!
my
friend
Dick
!
"
repeated
the
little
boy
.
Then
,
turning
to
Hercules
:
"
And
I
,
"
he
added
,
"
I
did
not
know
you
!
"
"
Hey
!
what
a
disguise
!
"
replied
Hercules
,
rubbing
his
breast
to
efface
the
variety
of
colors
that
striped
it
.
"
You
were
too
ugly
!
"
said
little
Jack
.
"
Bless
me
!
I
was
the
devil
,
and
the
devil
is
not
handsome
.
"
"
Hercules
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weldon
,
holding
out
her
hand
to
the
brave
black
.
"
He
has
delivered
you
,
"
added
Dick
Sand
,
"
as
he
has
saved
me
,
though
he
will
not
allow
it
.
"
"
Saved
!
saved
!
We
are
not
saved
yet
!
"
replied
Hercules
.
"
And
besides
,
without
Mr.
Benedict
,
who
came
to
tell
us
where
you
were
,
Mrs.
Weldon
,
we
could
not
have
done
anything
.
"
In
fact
,
it
was
Hercules
who
,
five
days
before
,
had
jumped
upon
the
savant
at
the
moment
when
,
having
been
led
two
miles
from
the
factory
,
the
latter
was
running
in
pursuit
of
his
precious
manticore
.
Without
this
incident
,
neither
Dick
Sand
nor
the
black
would
have
known
Mrs.
Weldon
's
retreat
,
and
Hercules
would
not
have
ventured
to
Kazounde
in
a
magician
's
dress
.
While
the
boat
drifted
with
rapidity
in
this
narrow
part
of
the
river
,
Hercules
related
what
had
passed
since
his
flight
from
the
camp
on
the
Coanza
;
how
,
without
being
seen
,
he
had
followed
the
kitanda
in
which
Mrs.
Weldon
and
her
son
were
;
how
he
had
found
Dingo
wounded
;
how
the
two
had
arrived
in
the
neighborhood
of
Kazounde
;
how
a
note
from
Hercules
,
carried
by
the
dog
,
told
Dick
Sand
what
had
become
of
Mrs.
Weldon
;
how
,
after
the
unexpected
arrival
of
Cousin
Benedict
,
he
had
vainly
tried
to
make
his
way
into
the
factory
,
more
carefully
guarded
than
ever
;
how
,
at
last
,
he
had
found
this
opportunity
of
snatching
the
prisoner
from
that
horrible
Jose-Antonio
Alvez
.
Now
,
this
opportunity
had
offered
itself
that
same
day
.
A
mgannga
,
or
magician
,
on
his
witchcraft
circuit
,
that
celebrated
magician
so
impatiently
expected
,
was
passing
through
the
forest
in
which
Hercules
roamed
every
night
,
watching
,
waiting
,
ready
for
anything
.
To
spring
upon
the
magician
,
despoil
him
of
his
baggage
,
and
of
his
magician
's
vestments
,
to
fasten
him
to
the
foot
of
a
tree
with
liane
knots
that
the
Davenports
themselves
could
not
have
untied
,
to
paint
his
body
,
taking
the
sorcerer
's
for
a
model
,
and
to
act
out
his
character
in
charming
and
controlling
the
rains
,
had
been
the
work
of
several
hours
.
Still
,
the
incredible
credulity
of
the
natives
was
necessary
for
his
success
.
