Since
otherwise when he comes, if come he does, he may not find you able to
talk to him. Now I, your friend, have spoken and the rest is with
you."
Then without another word he rose, slipped through the door of the hut
and out by the gateway of the fence from which the sentry moved aside
to let him pass. I, too, rose from the stool on which I sat and danced
about the hut in a perfect fury.
"Do you understand what that infernal (I am afraid I used a stronger
word) old fool told me?" I exclaimed to Stephen. "He says that we must
be prepared to state exactly when that other infernal old fool,
Brother John, will turn up at Beza Town, and that if we don't we shall
have our throats cut as indeed has already been arranged."
"Rather awkward," replied Stephen. "There are no express trains to
Beza, and if there were we couldn't be sure that Brother John would
take one of them. I suppose there /is/ a Brother John?" he added
reflectively. "To me he seems to be--intimately connected with Mrs.
Harris."
"Oh! there is, or there was," I explained.
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