worse than she has been
before, and frightened out of her wits by the noise the people make."

"Then what do you propose we should do?" said Harry.

"Carry her away. You intend going yourselves, I will go too, I should
like to see your country and the wonderful things it contains, and I had
made up my mind to propose going, even if this had not happened. I
should like to take my wife with me, for whatever you may think, I love
her dearly."

On hearing this, we resolved at once to put our long projected plan into
execution. Kendo's assistance would be of great value, as he had canoes
at hand, and could aid us in getting away. We advised Kendo to go back
and hide his wife, should he not have the means of protecting her, lest
the people might come and seize her at once, and we promised to be at
the house or at any spot he might appoint as soon as possible after
dark.

He stopped for a moment to consider.

"Come to my house," he answered, "the canoes will be ready, and so will
Iguma; but be prepared to fight, for if the people come and find out
that we are going to carry her off, they will try to prevent it. Better
fight than lose Iguma."

We of course promised, unless prevented by any unforeseen occurrence,
that we would do as he proposed, feeling confident that we could trust
to his honesty, and that he had a real desire to save his wife from the
horrible fate which threatened her. We had not in the meantime
forgotten poor Shimbo. Aboh constantly cried out--

"Oh! my brodder, my brodder."

"I say, it would be a great shame to allow these murderous scoundrels to
put the poor fellow to death," exclaimed Charley. "If the old woman
dies they'll make short work of him; I propose that we set off and claim
him as our servant, threatening them with the vengeance of England
should a shock of his woolly pate be injured."

Aboh, who understood what was said, cried out, "Tankee, massa, tankee,
no let my brodder die."

We scarcely needed this appeal from the faithful Aboh to run every risk
for the sake of rescuing his brother.

"Never fear, we will do what we can to save him," said Charley, "but do
you remain in the house, lest that abominable juggler takes it into his
wicked head to accuse you as well as your brother."

Aboh was very thankful to follow this advice, indeed, he was scarcely
fit to accompany us, so overcome was he by the fears of death for
himself and his brother, increased by the superstitious dr