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"At all events you have one good deed to look back to in your life,"
exclaimed the impulsive Billy.
The Arab looked at him questioningly.
"You saved George Desmond's life," said the reporter shortly.
"That was many years ago," said the Arab with a start of recognition
at the name of the dead explorer, "I have changed since."
With a wave of the hand he strode to the river's edge and
half-an-hour later he and the remnant of his band were out of sight
round a bend in the upper river.
At almost the same instant the boys soared aloft in the Golden Eagle
II, and the chase for the ivory was on.
Below the flying aeroplane Ben Stubbs and old Sikaso--the latter as
silent as ever--paddled down the river in silence.
It was a time for deeds, not talk.
CHAPTER XXIII
ABOARD "THE BRIGAND"
The Brigand, a black, schooner-rigged yacht of about 1800 tons, with
a yellow funnel amidships, and flying the red and blue burgee of the
Transatlantic Yacht Club, lay at anchor on the rolling blue swells
off the harbor of Assini in the early dawn of the day following the
treachery of Luther Barr. Her crew--for the most part a riff-raff
collection picked up in a hurry, for the old man had only made up
his mind to make his daring grab for the ivory at the last
minute--lolled about the decks idly.
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