Chapter 50

“We will go back to-morrow,” he said, after swallowing something in his throat, “and I will take my steamer and search for this Arabi.” Two days brought him to the village. He left the judgment of the chief to another day and hurried aboard. As the _Zaire_ was casting off that woe-begone individual came running to the beach. “Master,” he gasped, “we ask for justice!” “You shall have it,” said Sanders grimly. “Lord, all our homes are stolen, nothing is left.” Sanders swore at him fluently, in a language which allows…