"In such a place as this there should never be any trouble," said Van.
"There has been very little heretofore," was the reply, "but ere long a great trouble will overtake the good people of the African Utopia. I have felt it in the air for months past."
"What is the matter? Is there a sort of split between the people?"
"That's just it exactly. Our good president leads what I consider a loyal faction, and the man you knocked down a few minutes ago is the leader of the opposite side."
"You think there will be a fight, then?"
"It is liable to happen at any time."
"Well, let it happen. We will take a hand in it. I guess we have enough cartridges left to kill off a hundred or two."
"I suppose you favor the president," said Poppet.
"I should say so. He is my father."