This, however, did not prevent Willem from going to see him once more.
Congo had broken his promise; and that was a proof that something must be wrong.
On their new visit to Mynheer Van Ormon, this gentleman did not take the slightest trouble to show them civility.
“Dat plack villen you call Congo,” said he, “goed away last night. We thought he vash mit you. When you fints him again take him to der tuyfel, if you likes, and keep him dare.”
“Do you think he has gone away from this place?” asked Willem of Hendrik, as they rode out from Van Ormon’s enclosures.
“Yes,” answered Hendrik; “I see no reason to doubt it.”
“But why did he not come to me, as he promised?”
“There’s some good reason for his not having done so.”
“I wish I knew in what direction he has gone.”
“That difficulty may soon be removed,” said Hendrik. “I fancy I can tell it to a point of the compass. It will be found a little to east of north.”