The _Brilliant_ then was in the habit of touching occasionally at Zanzibar in her passage from the East Indies to the Cape. Being much on shore, Kenneth could not help becoming acquainted with some of the numerous Portuguese merchants, who had settled in that strange city,--if a Portuguese merchant can be said to settle anywhere, for they are, like ourselves, a nation of wanderers. They are hospitable at their houses, however, and Kenneth and Archie too were made welcome, enough, and many a quiet cup of coffee they drank in the cool of the evening on great square housetops overlooking the blue sea. They would sit far into the night, listening to stories of the interior of Africa, of wild adventures with wild beasts and wilder men, of great forest land and terrible swamps, of the country of the dwarfs and the dreaded gorilla, and of diamond caves, and caves in which nuggets of the richest gold were to be had for the gathering. No wonder that such stories as these fired the young blood of our heroes Kenneth and Archie. They both longed to be rich; it was no mean ambition, for riches would be valued by neither as a mere hoard of wealth, but for the good they could accomplish therewith in the dear wild land of their nativity. "Oh!" said Kenneth one evening as he sat on a roof-top under the quiet stars, listening to the conversation of his friend Morosco. "Oh! if I could but get up and command an expedition into the interior!" "Ha! ha!" laughed the Portuguese, "an idle dream. Ten thousand men could not penetrate into the land of gold and diamonds." "But," said Archie, "two or three might." "Ah!" cried Morosco, "there you have it, young sir; one man may do more in Africa than an army. It has ever been thus; look at your Livingstone for example." Then Kenneth took to thinking, and for days said no more on the subject even to Archie. But one evening, he asked him to come for a row among the coral islands. It was nearly sundown. There was not a ripple on the water, only a yellow haze all along the horizon, with the broad sun sinking red through it. Kenneth lay on his oars, and let the boat float wherever the tide cared to take her. "What a lovely night, Archie!" said Kenneth at last. "What a lovely colour is in the sky! The clouds are gold, the sea is gold, the consuls' houses and the sultan's palace are roofed in gold, the lofty palm-trees are tipped with gold, and the waves are rippling and lisping on sands of gold." "Ah!" replied Archie, "my dear brother, your thoughts are steeped in gold. Morosco's stories have given you gold fever--but there, I won't laugh at you, for I tell you I know all your longings, and I, too, have the same." Kenneth stretched across the thwarts and pressed his friend's hand. "You'll go," he said, "you'll come with me into the interior. You'll brave danger? Everything?"