"Very often coming to this station, I had to wait days and days before he would turn up," he said. "Ah, it was worth waiting for! -- sometimes."
"What was he doing? exploring or what?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, of course"; he had discovered lots of villages, a lake, too -- he did not know exactly in what direction; it was dangerous to inquire too much -- but mostly his expeditions had been for ivory.
"But he had no goods to trade with by that time," I objected.
"There's a good lot of cartridges left even yet," he answered, looking away.
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"To speak plainly, he raided the country," I said. He nodded. "Not alone, surely!"
He muttered something about the villages round that lake.
"Kurtz got the tribe to follow him, did he?" I suggested. He fidgeted a little.
"They adored him," he said.
The tone of these words was so extraordinary that I looked at him searchingly. It was curious to see his mingled eagerness and reluctance to speak of Kurtz. The man filled his life, occupied his thoughts, swayed his emotions.
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