"I know her father would go," said he, quickly. "Her mother is dead, and they two comprise the entire family."
"Very well," returned our hero. "You might as well speak to her father."
The elder Vincent now produced a roughly drawn chart of the African Utopia.
He showed Van a river which flowed near the eastern wall of the city and thence in a southerly direction until it emptied into Lake Tanganyika.
"This map was drawn by a man who came to this place by that route," said he. "If we once reach that lake we will be all right."
"We ought to have a large flat-bottomed boat," replied our hero, in a thoughtful manner. "We could then take our horses with us."
"We have the boat already," Mr. Vincent hastened to reply. "It is a large one, and is used to transport blocks of stone from the quarry about ten miles above the city."
"That settles it, then," said our hero, in a matter-of-fact way.
The interview now being at an end, Van sought his companions and told them of the plan for leaving the place and the African wilds forever.
All seemed much elated over it save Joe. The boy only shook his head in a wistful manner and said: