"
"But how did you come here, Frank? How did you know where we had
been taken?"
"It is a long story, dear. We started in pursuit four days after
you had been carried off. I will tell you all about it when we get
safe again on board the yacht. I am afraid we shall have some
trouble yet. Now if you are quite recovered from your surprise, do
you feel equal to hurrying on? Every moment is of importance."
"Oh, yes," she said. "He will be after us."
"He won't," Frank said. "George Lechmere cut him down. Whether he
killed him or not I cannot say, but I don't fancy anyhow that he
will be able to take up the chase. It is that rascally Obi man I am
afraid of. He has great power over the people, and may raise the
whole country to attack us."
"I am ready to run as fast as you like, Frank."
"We may as well go at a trot for a bit."
Then raising his voice, he said:
"We will go at double, lads, now.
"Put your arm on my shoulder, Bertha, and we can fancy that we are
going to waltz."
"I feel so happy that I want to cry, Frank," she said as they
started.
"Don't do that until you get on board the Osprey."
As they passed the spot where they had halted, George Lechmere told
two of the blacks to pick up the stretchers and carry them along.
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