right,” I said, remembering a certain conversation I had overheard. 'The manager thinks you ought to be hanged.” He showed a concern at this intelligence which amused me at first. 'I had better get out of the way quietly,” he said earnestly. 'I can do no more for Kurtz now, and they would soon find some excuse.

What's to stop them? There's a military post three hundred miles from here.” 'Well, upon my word,” said I, 'perhaps you had better go if you have any friends amongst the savages near by.” 'Plenty,” he said. 'They are simple people — and I want nothing, you know.” He stood biting his lip, then: 'I don't want any harm to happen to these whites here, but of course I was thinking of Mr. Kurtz's reputation — but you are a brother seaman and — ” 'All