He will not delay an hour, and we must get before him." "Let us start, comrade." Harris and Negoro both stood up, when the noise that had before attracted the Portuguese's attention was renewed.

It was a trembling of the stems between the high papyrus.
Negoro stopped, and seized Harris's hand.
Suddenly a low barking was heard.

A dog appeared at the foot of the bank, with its mouth open, ready to spring.
"Dingo!" cried Harris.
"Ah! this time it shall not escape me!" replied Negoro.
Dingo was going to jump upon him, when Negoro, seizing Harris's gun, quickly put it to his shoulder and fired.
A long howl of pain replied to the detonation, and Dingo disappeared between the double row of bushes that bordered the brook.
Negoro descended at once to the bottom of the bank.
Drops of blood stained some of the papyrus stems, and a long red track was left on the pebbles of the brook.
"At last that cursed animal is paid off!" exclaimed Negoro.
Harris had been present at this whole scene without saying a word.
"Ah now, Negoro," said he, "that dog had a particular grudge against you." "It seemed so, Harris, but it will have a grudge against me no longer!" "And why did it detest you so much, comrade ?" "Oh! an old affair to settle between it and me." "An old affair ?" replied Harris.
Negoro said no more about it, and Harris concluded that the Portuguese had been silent on some past adventure, but he did not insist on knowing it.
A few moments later, both, descending the course of the brook, went toward the Coanza, across the forest.
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