The sweat burst out on his face, and his eyes bulged from their sockets.
"You will leave me here ?" he stammered.
Fred nodded, smiling up at him.
"You see, you're such on all-in scoundrel!" Brown assured him.
"You! You poor drunkard!" Coutlass turned his back on Brown, and faced Fred squarely.

"You are a man, Mr.Oakes! I can speak to you as to my brother." Fred smiled blandly.
"I will speak to you God's truth!" Fred grinned.
"I will tell you where the ivory is!" Fred threw his head back and laughed outright.
"I speak to you on my honor! That mother of misery, Lady Saffren Waldon, stole a map from Shillingschen.

Before I would agree to set the town on fire I made her give me that for a hostage, lest she should prove treacherous and leave me behind after all! I have it now! It is marked with a circle to show where Schillingschen believes the stuff must be, because he has searched everywhere else!" "If that map is worth anything," Fred countered, "how did Lady Saffren Waldon care to leave you behind with it ?" "The harridan forgot it!" answered Coutlass.

"She was so delighted to get vengeance on Rebecca by taking her away from me that she did not care for anything else! She hates you! She hates me! She hates Rebecca! Those who hate--as I can hate!--would rather have revenge than all the riches of Africa! Do you think I would hesitate between money and revenge on her ?" "All right," Fred answered.

"The map, then--what about it ?" "Take me with you and the map is yours!" "Show it to me, then!" "I must have a share of the ivory!" "Show me the map first!" Coutlass searched inside his flannel shirt--swiftly--more swiftly--angrily.