Within ten minutes after reading that letter, Carter was out under a
brazen glare of heat, marching along the sand where it was wet and
hard, and nearing the straggle of palms which marked the banks of
Smooth River, at the rate of four good miles to the hour. When a white
man walks at that speed through West Africa mid-day heat, it is only
because some question of life or death hangs upon the speed; though in
this case Carter told himself that love was the same as life. He
pinned his eyes on the Smooth River palms, which the refraction made to
dance up and down most coquettishly, and repeated this over and over
again, because another voice within him persisted in sneering something
about two very lonely people with nothing to do, who were not in love
at all, but merely bored with idleness and their own society; and
finally he got quite angry over the matter. He stuck out his great
dogged chin, and presently cursed aloud. He shook his fist at the
splendor of the tropical sun. "I do love the girl," he declared, "and
I will marry her in spite of my father, and K., and everyone, if she
will have me. Curse it! Why should I hesitate when I love her? This
infernal climate is making me as slack and undecided as even poor old
Slade."
So with the surf booming ceaselessly in his ears, and the sea-smoke
driving over him and making his white drill collar damp and sticky, he
marched resolutely on to meet Fate.
CHAPTER VI
THE COMING OF THE OKKY-MEN
The attack on Smooth River factory did not take place without due
warning. It seemed that a large caravan of native merchants from the
hinterland had come through the Okky country with a fine cargo of
produce since the King had stopped the roads. Whether they had cut new
roads through the bush for themselves, or fought their way past the
obstructing ju-ju, they did not explain; they arrived at the factory
with kernels, a few tusks of discolored ivory, a few quills of
water-worn gold, and a fine parcel of high-grade rubber, which were
duly valued; they took cloth, six flint-lock guns, a case or two of
gin, and the balance in pink Kola-nuts by way of payment; and with
these on the skulls of their carriers, they marched away along the
Beach and out of this history.
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