Chapter 12

“Arabi, or white man, I do not know,” said Bosambo of Monrovia; “and there is none to tell us, because my people were quick to kill, and only one of his followers is left alive and he knows nothing.” “What have you done with this Arabi?” asked Sanders. They held their palaver in the mission house in the first hours of the dawn and the girl, pale and troubled, sat at the table looking from one man to the other, for she knew little of the language. “Lord,” said Bosambo, “him I buried according to my desire that no ma…