We're planning out the new road from Attra to Bekwando." Francis looked up with surprise.
"Never heard of it," he said; "but there's trouble ahead for you.

They are dancing the war-dance at Bekwando, and the King has been shut up for three days with the priest and never opened his mouth.

We were on our way from the interior, and relied upon them for food and drink.

They've always been friendly, but this time we barely escaped with our lives." Trent's face grew serious.

This was bad news for him, and he was thankful that they had not carried out their first plan and commenced their prospecting at Bekwando village.
"We have a charter," he said, "and, if necessary, we must fight.