Next day, with others, Kep went to the spot where the men were murdered. Bungle was there also, but they pretended not to know each other.
Kep noticed that this clever little fellow picked up something with his toes, and slipped it into his hand, and that same evening he came as before to our young hero's quarters and showed him the something.
It was a beautiful large ring, set with sparkling stones, and evidently of great value.
When Kep saw it he started.
"Good gracious!" he cried, "that very ring I saw on the chief's finger as he squatted by the forest fire."
The Marten started next morning. The despatches would not wait, but the officer left letters at the Consulate for the Breezy, which was now overdue, and left orders also with the Consul to investigate the murder and punish, if possible, the perpetrators of this terrible crime.
Just three nights after this, and at the very time that Kep was thinking of turning in, the boy Bungle again appeared. There was joy on his face this time.
"One oder ship come," he cried. "'Tis you ship foh true dis time."
Kep bade the Arab and his little daughter a hurried adieu! He must get on board at all risks immediately.
Poor little Zeena was inconsolable, and he only got away with a promise to come back again some day.