There they found the Frenchman in
conversation with Captain Villaire.
"You wish to see me?" demanded Randolph Rover.
"Very much," answered Villaire in French. "If You are Mr.
Randolph Rover, are you not?"
"I am."
"And this is one of your nephews?"
"Yes."
"I believe you are hunting for the young man's father?" went on
Villaire.
"We are. Do you know anything of him?" demanded Randolph Rover
eagerly.
"I do. He sent me to you."
"He sent you!" cried Randolph Rover in amazement. "He is, then,
alive?"
"Yes; but a prisoner, and very sick. He heard of your being in
Boma by accident through a native of King Susko's tribe who was
sent to the town for some supplies. I heard the story and I have
been employed to lead you to him, and at once."
"But -- but this is marvelous," stammered Randolph Rover. "I must
say I do not understand it."
"It is a very queer turn of affairs, I admit. The other Mr. Rover
must explain to you when you meet. He wishes you to come to him
alone. It will not be safe for more."
As well as he was able Randolph Rover explained matters to Dick.
In the meantime, however, the youth had been looking around
sharply and had noted several forms gliding back and forth in the
gloom under the trees. Dick was more suspicious than ever.
"Uncle Randolph, I don't believe this man," he said briefly. "The
story he tells is too unnatural."
"I think so myself, Dick; but still -"
"Why didn't this man come straight to the house to tell us this?"
"I'm sure I don't know.
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