All danger from the Arab invaders now being removed, and the vast territory to the south-west being declared free from their pertinacious rule, Reeves began to think it was time to take steps to bid his Croixilian friends farewell, and endeavour to lead his young companions to the coast.
At length the three wanderers appeared at one of Sir John's audiences, and Reeves signified his intention of leaving Croixilia at the end of the week. The acting ruler at first expressed his opinion that it would be impossible for anyone to go out of his territory without being killed by Arabs or by the negro tribes who dwell on the vast, unexplored lands beyond the desert.
"We have already passed through the worst part of our travels," replied Reeves. "By following the river we have a fair chance of achieving our object."
"Is it worth the risk to take these lads, even though they have proved themselves men, into those unknown dangers?" asked Sir John.
"It is worth the risk when home is their goal," replied Reeves. "They have counted the peril and are willing."
"Why not make Croixilia your home? You will have power, possessions, riches——"
"With thanks for your offer, we must decline," said the correspondent, and his companions showed their unanimity by signs of assent.
The acting head of Croixilia did not reply at once, but remained apparently lost in thought. At length, with a gesture of dismissal, he bade them Godspeed and farewell.
"I suppose he doesn't expect to see us again," remarked Hugh, as they gained the courtyard.
"I thought it strange," assented Reeves, with a laugh. "But I don't mind, and I don't suppose you do, so we won't trouble Sir John again. I shall be sorry to say farewell to Garth and many of the others."