While they were gone, Hercules was sent in search of Cousin Benedict, who was wandering on the top of the cliff in quest of some wonderful insect, which, of course, was not to be found. Without asking his permission, Hercules unceremoniously brought him back to Mrs. Weldon, who explained how they were about to start upon a ten days' march into the interior of the country. The entomologist was quite satisfied with the arrangement, and declared himself ready for a march across the entire continent, as long as he was free to be adding to his collection on the way.
Thus assured of her cousin's acquiescence in her plans; Mrs. Weldon proceeded to prepare such a substantial meal as she hoped would invigorate them all for the approaching journey.
Harris and Dick Sands, meantime, had turned the corner of the cliff, and walked about 300 paces along the shore until they came to a tree to which a horse was tethered. The creature neighed as it recognized its master. It was a strong-built animal, of a kind that Dick had not seen
[Illustration: They came to a tree to which a horse was tethered.]
before, although its long neck and crupper, short loins, flat shoulders and arched forehead indicated that it was of Arabian breed.
"Plenty of strength here," Harris said, as after unfastening the horse, he took it by the bridle and began to lead it along the shore.
Dick made no reply; he was casting a hasty glance at the forest which enclosed them on either hand; it was an unattractive sight, but he observed nothing to give him any particular ground for uneasiness.
Turning round, he said abruptly,-
"Did you meet a Portuguese last night, named Negoro?"
"Negoro? who is Negoro?" asked Harris, in a tone of surprise.