“Well, wait a bit,” I said. “Here comes another Nkose, Nyamaki’s nephew. You can take his horse at the same time.”
Kendrew came racing up as if he were riding for his life.
“You back, Glanton?” he cried, as he flung himself off his panting, dripping steed. “Well, that’s a devilish good job. I say. What does this mean?”
“What does what mean?”
“Man! Haven’t you heard? They sent for me post-haste this morning. Knew you were away.”
“Quit jaw, Kendrew, and tell me what the devil’s the row,” I said roughly, for some horrible fear had suddenly beset me.
“Miss Sewin. She’s disappeared,” he jerked forth.
“What?”
I have an idea that I articulated the word, though speech stuck in my throat I felt myself go white and cold, and strong healthy man that I was, the surroundings danced before my eyes as though I were about to swoon. I remember too, that Kendrew ground his teeth with pain under the grip that I had fastened upon his shoulder.
“What do you say? Disappeared?” I gasped forth again. “How? When?”