One afternoon Dick found himself alone near the edge of a tiny
lake situated on the southern border of the jungle through which
the party had passed. The others had gone up the lake shore,
leaving him to see what he could catch for supper.
He had just hooked a magnificent fish of a reddish-brown color,
when, on looking up, he espied an elderly man gazing at him
intently from a knoll of water-grass a short distance away.
"Richard Rover, is it -- ahem - possible?" came slowly from the
man's thin lips. "Surely I must be dreaming!"
"Josiah Crabtree!" ejaculated Dick, so surprised that he let the
fish fall into the water again. "How on earth did you get out
here?"
"I presume I might - er -- ask that same question," returned the
former teacher of Putnam Hall. "Did you follow me to Africa?"
"Do you imagine I would be fool enough to do that, Mr. Crabtree?
No, the Stanhopes and I were content to let you go -- so long as
you minded your own business in the future."
"I am not saucy, as you see fit to term it, Josiah Crabtree. You
know as well as I do that you ought to be in prison this minute
for plotting the abduction of Dora."
"I know nothing of the kind, and will not waste words on you. But
if you did not follow me why are you here?"
"I am here on business, and not ashamed to own it."
"Indeed. And you -- did you come in search of your missing
father?"
"I am with an exploring party from Yale College. We are studying
the fauna and flora of central Africa -- at least, they are doing
so under my guidance."
"Do you mean to say I am not capable of teaching them!" cried
Josiah Crabtree, wrathfully.
"Well, if I was in their place I would want somebody else besides
the man who was discharged by Captain Putnam and who failed to get
the appointment he wanted at Columbia College because he could not
stand the examination."
"Boy! Boy! You know nothing of my ability!" fumed Crabtree,
coming closer and shaking, his fist in Dick's face.
"Such an old fraud as you cannot be insulted, Josiah Crabtree. I
read your real character the first time I met you, and you have
never done anything since which has caused me to alter my opinion
of you. You have a small smattering of learning and you can put
on a very wise look when occasion requires. But that is all there
is to it, except that behind it all you are a thorough-paced
scoundrel and only lack a certain courage to do some daring bit of
rascality."
This statement of plain truths fairly set Josiah Crabtree to
boiling with rage. He shook his fist in Dick's face again. "Don't
dare to talk that way, Rover; don't dare - or -- I'll -- I'll --"
"Yes, within calling distance. I tell you that -- and it's the
truth -- so that you won't try any underhand game on me."
"You - you --" Josiah Crabtree broke off and suddenly grew
nervous. "See here, Rover, let us be friends," he said abruptly.
"Let us drop the past and be friends-at least, so long as we are
so far away from home and in the country of the enemy."
This sudden change in manner astonished Dick. Was Crabtree
serious? Certainly the man's manner would indicate as much.
"Well, I'm willing to let past matters, drop -- just for the
present," he answered, hardly knowing what to say. "I wish to pay
all my attention to finding my father."
"Exactly, Richard - and - er - you -- who is with you? Anybody I
know?"
"Is it possible! And that black, how is it be came along?"
"He joined us by accident. But what of your party?"
"They are a set of rich young students from Yale in their senior
year who engaged me to bring them hither for study and - er --
recreation. And that puts me in mind. You will not -- ahem -- say
anything about the past to them, will you?"