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CHAPTER XII.
THE BEGINNINGS OF WAR.


"Whst is the name Of this street,
Mr.. Avery?"
This is called the Street of the
Lost Children That broad avenue
stretching away to the eastward is
called the Street of the Invaders 1t
was down that avenue the conquerors
came, twenty years ago, and it was
the scene of much carnage and out
rage. These streets had other names
before the fall. but IN these gruesome
titles the Jumars love to perpetuate
the memory of their SORROW
We were standing on the porch of
Mr.. Avery's house in Galneor. Be-
fore US the wide Street of the Invad-
ers stretched away into pleasing
vista of spreading palms and comfort
able houses. These houses were
nearly all OF one pattern, some, how
ever, being larger and more preten-
tious than others. Mr.. Avery's was
the largest of them all. It was well
adapted to the hot :climate. The
rooms were we'll lighted and aired
with plenty of windows. A vide
porch nearly surrounded the house.
had taken my first meal with Mr..
Avery in his own house. It was my
first appearance in Galneor as sJumar.
I was as brown as Oso-Bark himself,
and sought to bear myself with the
Spartan-like calmness of Garu-Saak.
The sorrowful Hankannan knew me
at once. and hung constantly over my
chair while we were at the table.
"My good Hankannan," MIR. Avery
had said, "do not annoy our guest.
Please be calm in our presence"
"Ah! Is he not the Oolek?" she
sried. "Does he not know the sorrow
of my heart? Can he not soothe it?
Can he not restore to me my Gorgret
my SOM"
I signaled to Mr.. Avery not to
speak harshly to her. This woman,
whose faith in me was 80 strong, who
go readily accepted the authority with
which she believed me to be invested,
would perhaps be most useful to me
in the future.
''Be calm, my good Hankannan, be
calm," said to her, putting my hand
on her head. Gail in good time. If
your Gorgret is now at Quiental, fear
not that you shall not see him again.
It is not time now-but soon."
As I have said, after our meal, we
stood on the porch.
"Crickmore, you are playing dar-
ing game. do not know your plan,
but whatever it is, there is danger in
it. I do not seek your condolences.
When it is time. tell me what is to be
done, and Twill help you"
"My plans are yet very crude" I
answered. Everything depends on
how I find the people-whether they
are all willing to place in me the blind
faith that the two Jumas we have seen
have shown, and that still greater
faith of Hankannan's, or whether I
shall be called upon to fight my way
among doubt and mistrust. Mr..
Avery, I am going to teach rebellion. +"
"Ah! 'Rebellion' That is a
mighty word, Crickmore. Tint arch
fiend who holds court in Quiental
would crush rebellion under his heel,
and leave no lives to bear its mem
ory."
'The arch-fend will of necessity be
up and doing to crush the rebellion I
am going to lead. an simply de-
veloping my plan on the lines laid
down by yourself when you advised
me to allow myself to be considered a
king sent to deliver these people
from bondage. If can-with your
assistance-frmly implant in their
minds the belief that 1 can lead them
to victory, half the battle is Won"
"But-but why, ] am staggered
by the stupendous project. You have
no guns-no army. How can you ex-
pect to succeed?"
"Before I strike, all these must be
obtained. But it is too SOON to talk
of that now. Let us take walk
through the town"
Gaineor was not unlike some OF the
Qua;n1 cid cities to be found in Spain
or rural France. There was, however,
q striking difference between it and