Who would have cumbered himself with a corpse?
Curse you and your vile hints, you mongrel, you hanger-on, you scurrilous beast! Out, and spread your stories, before my fingers get on your throat! Out!" Da Souza slunk away before the fire in Trent's eyes, but he had no idea of going.

He stood in safety near the door, and as he leaned forward, speaking now in a hoarse whisper, he reminded Trent momentarily of one of those hideous fetish gods in the sacred grove at Bekwando.
"Your partner was no corpse when you left him," he hissed out.

"You were a fool and a bungler not to make sure of it.

The natives from Bekwando found him and carried him bound to the King, and your English explorer, Captain Francis, rescued him.

He's alive now!" Trent stood for a moment like a man turned to stone.