There, borne on the shoulders of six travel-worn men, and followed by a crowd of natives, they saw a litter, upon which lay the figure of a man covered with blankets.
"Oh! he is dead!" said Juanna, stopping suddenly, and pressing her hands to her heart.
For a moment Leonard thought that she was right.

Before he could speak, however, they heard a feeble voice calling to the men who carried the litter to be more careful in their movements, and once more Juanna sprang forward, crying, "Father! Father!" Then the bearers brought their burden into the house and set it down upon the floor.

Leonard, looking, saw before him a tall and handsome man of about fifty years of age, and saw also by many unmistakable signs that he was at the point of death.
"Juanna," gasped her father, "is that you?
Then you have escaped.

Thank God! Now I can die happy." It would serve little purpose to set out in detail the broken conversation which followed, but by degrees Leonard learnt the story.

It seemed that Mr.Rodd was disappointed in his purpose of purchasing the hoard of ivory which he went out to seek, and, unwilling to return empty-handed, pushed on up the river with the hope of obtaining more.