We will land together and meet him." Already the disembarking had commenced.

Da Souza and Trent took their places side by side on the broad, flat-bottomed boat, and soon they were off shorewards and the familiar song of the Kru boys as they bent over their oars greeted their ears.

The excitement of the last few strokes was barely over before they sprang upon the beach and were surrounded by a little crowd, on the outskirts of whom was Oom Sam.

Trent was seized upon by an Englishman who was representing the Bekwando Land and Mining Investment Company and, before he could regain Da Souza, a few rapid sentences had passed between the latter and his brother in Portuguese.
Oom Sam advanced to Trent hat in hand-- "Welcome back to Attra, senor ?" Trent nodded curtly.
"Place isn't much changed," he remarked.
"It is very slowly here," Oom Sam said, "that progress is made! The climate is too horrible.

It makes dead sheep of men." "You seem to hang on pretty well," Trent remarked carelessly.