Jules Verne For Children: 16 Incredible Tales of Mystery, Courage & Adventure (Illustrated Edition). Jules Verne
husband, to whom I do not wish simply to restore his wife, his child, and his cousin, but to sell them, and, at a high price.”
Mrs. Weldon asked herself if Negoro was not setting a trap for her. However, she believed he was speaking seriously. To a wretch to whom money is everything, it seems that we can trust, when business is in question. Now, this was business.
“And when do you propose to make this business operation?” returned Mrs. Weldon.
“As soon as possible.”
“Where?”
“Just here. Certainly James Weldon will not hesitate to come as far as Kazounde for his wife and son.”
“No, he will not hesitate. But who will tell him?”
“I! I shall go to San Francisco to find James Weldon. I have money enough for this voyage.”
“The money stolen from on board the Pilgrim?”
“Yes, that, and more besides,” replied Negoro, insolently. “But, if I wish to sell you soon, I also wish to sell you at a high price. I think that James Weldon will not regard a hundred thousand dollars——”
“He will not regard them, if he can give them,” replied Mrs. Weldon, coldly. “Only my husband, to whom you will say, doubtless, that I am held a prisoner at Kazounde, in Central Africa——”
“Precisely!”
“My husband will not believe you without proofs, and he will not be so imprudent as to come to Kazounde on your word alone.”
“He will come here,” returned Negoro, “if I bring him a letter written by you, which will tell him your situation, which will describe me as a faithful servant, escaped from the hands of these savages.”
“My hand shall never write that letter!” Mrs. Weldon replied, in a still colder manner.
“You refuse?” exclaimed Negoro.
“I refuse!”
The thought of the dangers her husband would pass through in coming as far as Kazounde, the little dependence that could be placed on the Portuguese’s promises, the facility with which the latter could retain James Weldon, after taking the ransom agreed upon, all these reasons taken together made Mrs. Weldon refuse Negoro’s proposition flatly and at once. Mrs. Weldon spoke, thinking only of herself, forgetting her child for the moment.
“You shall write that letter!” continued the Portuguese.
“No!” replied Mrs. Weldon again.
“Ah, take care!” exclaimed Negoro. “You are not alone here! Your child is, like you, in my power, and I well know how——”
Mrs. Weldon wished to reply that that would be impossible. Her heart was beating as if it would break; she was voiceless.
“Mrs. Weldon,” said Negoro, “you will reflect on the offer I have made you. In eight days you will have handed me a letter to James Weldon’s address, or you will repent of it.”
That said, the Portuguese retired, without giving vent to his anger; but it was easy to see that nothing would stop him from constraining Mrs. Weldon to obey him.
CHAPTER XIV
Some News of Dr. Livingstone.
Left alone, Mrs. Weldon at first only fixed her mind on this thought, that eight days would pass before Negoro would return for a definite answer. There was time to reflect and decide on a course of action. There could be no question of the Portuguese’s probity except in his own interest. The “market value” that he attributed to his prisoner would evidently be a safeguard for her, and protect her for the time, at least, against any temptation that might put her in danger. Perhaps she would think of a compromise that would restore her to her husband without obliging Mr. Weldon to come to Kazounde. On receipt of a letter from his wife, she well knew that James Weldon would set out. He would brave the perils of this journey into the most dangerous countries of Africa. But, once at Kazounde, when Negoro should have that fortune of a hundred thousand dollars in his hands, what guaranty would James W. Weldon, his wife, his son and Cousin Benedict have, that they would be allowed to depart? Could not Queen Moini’s caprice prevent them? Would not this “sale” of Mrs. Weldon and hers be better accomplished if it took place at the coast, at some point agreed upon, which would spare Mr. Weldon both the dangers of the journey to the interior, and the difficulties, not to say the impossibilities, of a return?
So reflected Mrs. Weldon. That was why she had refused at once to accede to Negoro’s proposition and give him a letter for her husband. She also thought that, if Negoro had put off his second visit for eight days, it was because he needed that time to prepare for his journey. If not, he would return sooner to force her consent.
“Would he really separate me from my child?” murmured she.
At that moment Jack entered the hut, and, by an instinctive movement, his mother seized him, as if Negoro were there, ready to snatch him from her.
“You are in great grief, mother?” asked the little boy.
“No, dear Jack,” replied Mrs. Weldon; “I was thinking of your papa! You would be very glad to see him again?”
“Oh! yes, mother! Is he going to come?”
“No! no! He must not come!”
“Then we will go to see him again?”
“Yes, darling Jack!”
“With my friend Dick—and Hercules—and old Tom?”
“Yes! yes!” replied Mrs. Weldon, putting her head down to hide her tears.
“Has papa written to you?” asked little Jack.
“No, my love.”
“Then you are going to write to him, mother?”
“Yes—yes—perhaps!” replied Mrs. Weldon.
And without knowing it, little Jack entered directly into his mother’s thoughts. To avoid answering him further, she covered him with kisses.
It must be stated that another motive of some value was joined to the different reasons that had urged Mrs. Weldon to resist Negoro’s injunctions. Perhaps Mrs. Weldon had a very unexpected chance of being restored to liberty without her husband’s intervention, and even against Negoro’s will. It was only a faint ray of hope, very vague as yet, but it was one.
In fact, a few words of conversation, overheard by her several days before, made her foresee a possible succor near at hand—one might say a providential succor.
Alvez and a mongrel from Oujiji were talking a few steps from the hut occupied by Mrs. Weldon. It is not astonishing that the slave-trade was the subject of conversation between those worthy merchants. The two brokers in human flesh were talking business. They were discussing the future of their commerce, and were worried about the efforts the English were making to destroy it—not only on the exterior, by cruisers, but in the interior, by their missionaries and their travelers.
Jose-Antonio Alvez found that the explorations of these hardy pioneers could only injure commercial operations. His interlocutor shared his views, and thought that all these visitors, civil or religious, should be received with gun-shots.
This had been done to some extent. But, to the great displeasure of the traders, if they killed some of these curious ones, others escaped them. Now, these latter, on returning to their country, recounted “with exaggerations,” Alvez said, the horrors of the slave-trade, and that injured this commerce immensely—it being too much diminished already.
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