He must save Mrs.
Weldon, little Jack, all those whose fate Heaven had placed in his hands.

His task was only commencing.

He would accomplish it to the end.
After two or three hours, during which the present and the future were summed up in his mind, with their good and their evil chances--the last, alas! the most numerous--Dick Sand rose, firm and resolved.
The first glimmer of light then touched the summits of the forest.
With the exception of the novice and Tom, all slept.

Dick Sand approached the old black.
"Tom," he said to him, in a low tone, "you have recognized the roaring of the lion, you have remembered the instruments of the slave-traders.
You know that we are in Africa!" "Yes, Mr.Dick, I know it." "Well, Tom, not a word of all that, neither to Mrs.Weldon nor to your companions.

We must be the only ones to know, the only ones to have any fears." "Alone--in fact.