“How am I to find him?”
“By diligent search. He is not near the spot, but yet not so distant as to be ignorant of what is passing. He has the cunning of the wild cat; remember that.”
“I’ll be a match for him, never fear, cousin.”
Wacora glanced pityingly at the simple youth.
He thought of his confiding nature, and felt that if the only chance of finding Sansuta lay in cunning, they would never be discovered.
“Well, Nelatu, I have given you the best advice I can. Will you undertake the search?”
“I will!”
“When?”
“At once, Wacora.”
With these words the cousins separated.