? ? ? ? "Who are you?" he asked in French.
? ? ? ? "I am the Hon. Morison Baynes of London," replied his prisoner.
? ? ? ? The title sounded promising, and at once the wily old robber had visions of ransom. His intentions, if not his attitude toward the prisoner underwent a change--he would investigate further.
? ? ? ? "What were you doing poaching in my country?" growled he.
? ? ? ? "I was not aware that you owned Africa," replied the Hon. Morison. "I was searching for a young woman who had been abducted from the home of a friend. The abductor wounded me and I drifted down river in a canoe--I was on my back to his camp when your men seized me.
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