Out of the Primitive Out of the Primitive

Then–But I can’t leave you here in this hell-hole! You’ve no right to ask me to do that, Tom. If I could bring my guns ashore and stay with you–But she’ll never be more in need of some one, if you insist upon your plan. I say! I have it–We’ll slip you aboard after dark. You can lie in covert till we reach Port Mozambique. I trust I’m clever enough to keep her diverted that long. Can put it that you’re outfitting–all that, y’ know.