Part 22 (1/2)
”Yes.”
”You'll have a big job finding him. I understand the natives of the Congo are going on the warpath before long. They have had some difficulty with the settlers.”
”I guess we'll manage to take care of ourselves,” answered Tom, and then he and his brothers followed their uncle up to the rooms which had been engaged for them during their stay in the town.
”He's, down in the mouth, and no mistake,” was Tom's comment, when the boys were left to themselves. ”I never saw him so humble before.”
”Perhaps knocking around has taught him a lesson,” said d.i.c.k. ”I hope he really does turn over a new leaf.”
The day proved to be a busy one. Randolph Rover gathered all the information he could concerning the trail along the Congo, and also tried to locate Niwili Camp. He likewise purchased several additions to his outfits from Simon Hook, and engaged the services of several natives, the leader of whom was a brawny black named Cujo, a fellow who declared that he knew every foot of the territory to be covered and who said he was certain that he could locate King Susko sooner or later.
”Him bad man,” he said soberly. ”No et him catch you, or you suffer big lot!” Cujo took to Aleck from the start, and the pair soon became warm friends. The African inspected their outfits with interest and offered several suggestions regarding additional purchases.
Three days were spent in Boma, and during that time the Rovers saw a good deal of Dan Baxter, who, having nothing better to do, hung around them continually. He remained as meek as before, but our friends did not know that this was merely the meekness of a savage cur while under the whip. Baxter was naturally a brute, and lacked the backbone necessary far genuine reformation.
”Say, why can't you take me with you?” he asked, on the day that the Rover expedition was to start out. ”I'm willing to do my share of the work and the fighting, and I won't charge you a cent for my service.”
”I don't know as my uncle wants anybody along,” said Sam, to whom Baxter addressed his remarks.
”Well, won't you speak to him about it, Sam? I can't find anything to do here, and the captains to whom I've applied don't want me on their s.h.i.+ps,” pleaded the former bully of Putnam Hall.
Sam was easily touched at all times, and he knew that Baxter must feel lonely and wretched so far from home and without friends or capital. He at once went to his brothers and his uncle and laid the big youth's proposition before them.
”We don't want him,” said d.i.c.k promptly.
”I don't believe he would be of any use to us.”
”I would rather give him some more money just for him to stay behind,” added Tom.
Mr. Rover was thoughtful for a moment.
”And what do you say, Sam?” he asked at length.
”Well, I don't like Baxter any more than the others do. But it seems awfully hard on him. I don't believe he knows how to turn.”
”We might give him enough money to get back to the United States with.”
”I'd rather have you do that, Uncle Randolph,” said d.i.c.k. ”I don't want him with me.”
”I will have a talk with the misguided boy,” was the conclusion reached by Randolph Rover; but he got no chance to speak to Dan Baxter until late in the afternoon, and then, to his astonishment, Baxter's manner had changed entirely, he intimating that he wanted nothing more to do with them.
For in the meantime something which was bound to be of great importance to the Rovers had occurred. In Boma were a number of persons of mixed French and native blood who were little better than the old-time brigands of Italy. They were led by a wicked wretch who went by the name of Captain Villaire. Villaire had been watching the Rovers for two days when he noticed the coldness which seemed to exist between, our friends and Baxter. At once he threw himself in Baxter's way and began to it pump the youth regarding the Americans.
”Zay are going into the interior, you have remarked,” he said in very bad English. ”Are zay verra rich people?”
”Yes, they are well fixed,” answered the tall youth.
”And zay do carry zare money wid zem?”