amory's suggestion to convey me hither so
that they could get the secret from me. On gaining the information it is
apparently their intention to make a raid, with Kouaga leading, in order
to secure our wealth."

But Samory himself interrupted our consultation.

"Speak not with thine infidel companion," he roared. "Answer me. Tell me
where this treasure of the Sanoms lieth."

"The son of the Naya is no traitor," he answered with hauteur.

"If thou speakest thou shalt have thy liberty. Indeed, if thou deemest
fit thou shalt join the expedition into Mo, and share with us the loot,"
the chief urged.

"Thy words insult me," cried Omar, full of wrath. "I will never share
with thee, who murdered my father, that which is my birthright."

"Very well," answered Samory indifferently. "Thou needest not. We will
take it, kill thy mother and annex thy country. Already the whole kingdom
is ripe for revolt, and we shall quickly accomplish the rest. I had thee
brought hither because thou alone holdest a secret I desire to know--the
secret of the royal Treasure-house, and----"

"And I refuse to disclose it," my companion said, interrupting the
gaudily-attired potentate.

"If thou wilt not speak willingly, then my executioners shall force thee
to loosen thine obstinate tongue's strings," Samory cried, frowning,
while the hideous face of the black traitor grinned horribly.

"The secret of the queen is inviolable. My lips are sealed," answered
Omar with resolution.

"Then my executioners shall unseal them."

"If I cannot save my country from desolation at the hands of thy lawless
bands," exclaimed my friend, "I can at least preserve from thee the
treasure accumulated by my ancestors to be used only for the emancipation
of our country should evil befall it. Until the present, Mo hath been
held against all invaders by the hosts ready at the hands of my mother
and her predecessors, and even now if thou marchest over my dead body thy
path will not be clear of those who will oppose thee. Remember," he
added, "the army of the Naya possesses many pom-poms[A] of the English,
each of which is equal in power to the fire of one of thy battalions.
With them our people will sweep away thine hosts like grains of sand
before the sirocco."

"Darest thou oppose my will?" cried Samory, rising in a sudden ebullition
of wrath.

"Thy will ruleth me not," Omar answered, his face pale and calm. "A Sanom
never betrayed his trust, even though he suf