With these canoes he sent back word that the hostile tribes were within a few days' march, and that he was fortifying his camp.
This news seemed to furnish Guy Oscard with food for considerable thought, and after some space of time he called Marie.
She came, and, standing before him with her patient dignity of mien, awaited his communications.

She never took her eyes off the letter in his hand.

Oscard noticed the persistency of her gaze at the time, and remembered it again afterwards.
"Marie," he said, "I have had rather serious news from Mr.Durnovo." "Yes ?" rather breathlessly.
"It will not be safe for you to stay at Msala--you must take the children down to Loango." "Does he say that ?" she asked, in her rapid, indistinct English.
"Who ?" "Vic--Mr.Durnovo." "No," replied Oscard, wondering at the question.
"He does not say anything about me or the children ?" persisted Marie.
"No." "And yet he says there is danger ?" There was a strange, angry look in her great dark eyes which Oscard did not understand.
"He says that the tribes are within two days' march of his camp." She gave an unpleasant little laugh.
"He does not seem to have thought of us at Msala." "I suppose," said Oscard, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket, "that he thinks it is my duty to do what is best for Msala.

That is why I asked you to speak to me." Mario did not seem to be listening.

She was looking over his head up the river, in the direction from whence the message had come, and there was a singular hopelessness in her eyes.
"I cannot leave until he tells me to," she said doggedly.
Guy Oscard took the pipe from his lips and examined the bowl of it attentively for a moment.
"Excuse me," he said gently, "but I insist on your leaving with the children to-morrow.