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rubber's my line, but I want to _get_ hold of that bit of syle--make sewer of it, as you may say; and if I'd got that job to do I should get another boatful of men if you could. Don't know of a British ship handy, do you?" "Of course. My captain is off the coast not far away. You did not suppose that we came alone?" "Oh, I didn't know, mister. Could you bring your captain then?" "Yes." "And another boat?" "Of course." "Then if I was you I should tell him to sail up the river." "What, is there water enough--deep water?" asked the lieutenant. "Whatcher talking about?" said the man contemptuously. "Why, didn't you see me sail out?" The lieutenant shook his head. "Think o' that!" said the American. "Way in's bit narrer, but as soon as you get threw the trees you're in a big mighty river you can sail up for months if yew like. I have heerd that there's some falls somewhere, but I've never seem 'em. Water enough? My snakes! There's water enough to make a flood, if you want one, as soon as you get by the winding bits." "The river winds?" said the lieutenant. "Winds? I should think she does! Why, look yonder, mister," continued the man, pointing. "It's all trees like that for miles. You've got to get through them." "Deep water?" asked the lieutenant. "Orful! On'y it's 'bout as muddy as rivers can be made." "And you assure me that you could pilot us in and right up to the slaver's stronghold?" "Pilot yew? Yew don't want no piloting; all yew've got to do is to sail up in and out through the big wilderness of trees. Yew wouldn't want no piloting, but if you undertake to see that I have that chief's land, and clear him and his black crews away, I'll lay _yew_ off his front door where you can blow his palm-tree palace all to smithers without losing a man." "And what about the slaver?" asked Murray. "What about her? She'll be lying anchored there, of course." "With any colleagues?" asked the lieutenant. "Whatche'r mean--t'others?" "Yes." "Not now, mister. There's as many as four or five sometimes, but I only see her go up the river this time. Yew should have come later on if you wanted more." "The slaver is up the river now, then?" said the lieutenant, looking at the man searchingly. "Yes, of course," was the reply, as the American involuntarily gave a look round, and then, as if taking himself to task for an act of folly, he added laughingly. "If she wasn
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