"Believe me now.

Your life is in danger and you must go back to Etomami to-morrow.

If you go to the Wekusko camp you will not live to come back." "The devil!" he exclaimed.
"What's that ?" asked Gregson, edging around him curiously.
Howland crushed the note in his hand and thrust it into one of his pockets.
"A little private affair," he laughed.

"Comes Gregson, let's see what we can discover." In the gloom outside one of his hands slipped under his coat and rested on the butt of his revolver.

Until ten o'clock they mixed casually among the populace of Le Pas.