CHAPTER XVIII
EXIT OOLANGA
The woman turned sharply as Adam touched her shoulder.
“ One moment whilst we are alone. You had better not trust that n****r!” he whispered.
Her answer was crisp and concise:
“ I don’t.”
“ Forewarned is forearmed. Tell me if you will—it is for your own protection. Why do you mistrust him?”
“ My friend, you have no idea of that man’s impudence. Would you believe that he wants me to marry him?”
“ No!” said Adam incredulously, amused in spite of himself.
“ Yes, and wanted to bribe me to do it by sharing a chest of treasure—at least, he thought it was—stolen from Mr. Caswall. Why do you distrust him, Mr. Salton?”
“ Did you notice that box he had slung on his shoulder? That belongs to me. I left it in the g*n-room when I went to lunch. He mus
