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'
He
sat
in
it
,
as
I
've
told
you
,
on
his
tin
box
,
nursing
the
unloaded
revolver
on
his
lap
.
He
sat
with
precaution
--
than
which
there
is
nothing
more
fatiguing
--
and
thus
entered
the
land
he
was
destined
to
fill
with
the
fame
of
his
virtues
,
from
the
blue
peaks
inland
to
the
white
ribbon
of
surf
on
the
coast
.
At
the
first
bend
he
lost
sight
of
the
sea
with
its
labouring
waves
for
ever
rising
,
sinking
,
and
vanishing
to
rise
again
--
the
very
image
of
struggling
mankind
--
and
faced
the
immovable
forests
rooted
deep
in
the
soil
,
soaring
towards
the
sunshine
,
everlasting
in
the
shadowy
might
of
their
tradition
,
like
life
itself
.
And
his
opportunity
sat
veiled
by
his
side
like
an
Eastern
bride
waiting
to
be
uncovered
by
the
hand
of
the
master
.
He
too
was
the
heir
of
a
shadowy
and
mighty
tradition
!
He
told
me
,
however
,
that
he
had
never
in
his
life
felt
so
depressed
and
tired
as
in
that
canoe
.
All
the
movement
he
dared
to
allow
himself
was
to
reach
,
as
it
were
by
stealth
,
after
the
shell
of
half
a
cocoa-nut
floating
between
his
shoes
,
and
bale
some
of
the
water
out
with
a
carefully
restrained
action
.
He
discovered
how
hard
the
lid
of
a
block-tin
case
was
to
sit
upon
.
He
had
heroic
health
;
but
several
times
during
that
journey
he
experienced
fits
of
giddiness
,
and
between
whiles
he
speculated
hazily
as
to
the
size
of
the
blister
the
sun
was
raising
on
his
back
.
For
amusement
he
tried
by
looking
ahead
to
decide
whether
the
muddy
object
he
saw
lying
on
the
water
's
edge
was
a
log
of
wood
or
an
alligator
.
Only
very
soon
he
had
to
give
that
up
.
No
fun
in
it
.
Always
alligator
.
One
of
them
flopped
into
the
river
and
all
but
capsized
the
canoe
.
But
this
excitement
was
over
directly
.
Then
in
a
long
empty
reach
he
was
very
grateful
to
a
troop
of
monkeys
who
came
right
down
on
the
bank
and
made
an
insulting
hullabaloo
on
his
passage
.
Such
was
the
way
in
which
he
was
approaching
greatness
as
genuine
as
any
man
ever
achieved
.
Principally
,
he
longed
for
sunset
;
and
meantime
his
three
paddlers
were
preparing
to
put
into
execution
their
plan
of
delivering
him
up
to
the
Rajah
.
"'
I
suppose
I
must
have
been
stupid
with
fatigue
,
or
perhaps
I
did
doze
off
for
a
time
,
"
he
said
.
The
first
thing
he
knew
was
his
canoe
coming
to
the
bank
.
He
became
instantaneously
aware
of
the
forest
having
been
left
behind
,
of
the
first
houses
being
visible
higher
up
,
of
a
stockade
on
his
left
,
and
of
his
boatmen
leaping
out
together
upon
a
low
point
of
land
and
taking
to
their
heels
.
Instinctively
he
leaped
out
after
them
.
At
first
he
thought
himself
deserted
for
some
inconceivable
reason
,
but
he
heard
excited
shouts
,
a
gate
swung
open
,
and
a
lot
of
people
poured
out
,
making
towards
him
.
At
the
same
time
a
boat
full
of
armed
men
appeared
on
the
river
and
came
alongside
his
empty
canoe
,
thus
shutting
off
his
retreat
.
"'
I
was
too
startled
to
be
quite
cool
--
do
n't
you
know
?
and
if
that
revolver
had
been
loaded
I
would
have
shot
somebody
--
perhaps
two
,
three
bodies
,
and
that
would
have
been
the
end
of
me
.
But
it
was
n't
...
"
"
Why
not
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Well
,
I
could
n't
fight
the
whole
population
,
and
I
was
n't
coming
to
them
as
if
I
were
afraid
of
my
life
,
"
he
said
,
with
just
a
faint
hint
of
his
stubborn
sulkiness
in
the
glance
he
gave
me
.
I
refrained
from
pointing
out
to
him
that
they
could
not
have
known
the
chambers
were
actually
empty
.
He
had
to
satisfy
himself
in
his
own
way
...
"
Anyhow
it
was
n't
,
"
he
repeated
good-humouredly
,
"
and
so
I
just
stood
still
and
asked
them
what
was
the
matter
.
That
seemed
to
strike
them
dumb
.
I
saw
some
of
these
thieves
going
off
with
my
box
.
That
long-legged
old
scoundrel
Kassim
(
I
'll
show
him
to
you
to-morrow
)
ran
out
fussing
to
me
about
the
Rajah
wanting
to
see
me
.
I
said
,
'
All
right
.
'
I
too
wanted
to
see
the
Rajah
,
and
I
simply
walked
in
through
the
gate
and
--
and
--
here
I
am
.
"
He
laughed
,
and
then
with
unexpected
emphasis
,
"
And
do
you
know
what
's
the
best
in
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
.
It
's
the
knowledge
that
had
I
been
wiped
out
it
is
this
place
that
would
have
been
the
loser
.
"
'
He
spoke
thus
to
me
before
his
house
on
that
evening
I
've
mentioned
--
after
we
had
watched
the
moon
float
away
above
the
chasm
between
the
hills
like
an
ascending
spirit
out
of
a
grave
;
its
sheen
descended
,
cold
and
pale
,
like
the
ghost
of
dead
sunlight
.
There
is
something
haunting
in
the
light
of
the
moon
;
it
has
all
the
dispassionateness
of
a
disembodied
soul
,
and
something
of
its
inconceivable
mystery
.
It
is
to
our
sunshine
,
which
--
say
what
you
like
--
is
all
we
have
to
live
by
,
what
the
echo
is
to
the
sound
:
misleading
and
confusing
whether
the
note
be
mocking
or
sad
.
It
robs
all
forms
of
matter
--
which
,
after
all
,
is
our
domain
--
of
their
substance
,
and
gives
a
sinister
reality
to
shadows
alone
.
And
the
shadows
were
very
real
around
us
,
but
Jim
by
my
side
looked
very
stalwart
,
as
though
nothing
--
not
even
the
occult
power
of
moonlight
--
could
rob
him
of
his
reality
in
my
eyes
.
Perhaps
,
indeed
,
nothing
could
touch
him
since
he
had
survived
the
assault
of
the
dark
powers
.
All
was
silent
,
all
was
still
;
even
on
the
river
the
moonbeams
slept
as
on
a
pool
.
It
was
the
moment
of
high
water
,
a
moment
of
immobility
that
accentuated
the
utter
isolation
of
this
lost
corner
of
the
earth
.
The
houses
crowding
along
the
wide
shining
sweep
without
ripple
or
glitter
,
stepping
into
the
water
in
a
line
of
jostling
,
vague
,
grey
,
silvery
forms
mingled
with
black
masses
of
shadow
,
were
like
a
spectral
herd
of
shapeless
creatures
pressing
forward
to
drink
in
a
spectral
and
lifeless
stream
.
Here
and
there
a
red
gleam
twinkled
within
the
bamboo
walls
,
warm
,
like
a
living
spark
,
significant
of
human
affections
,
of
shelter
,
of
repose
.
'
He
confessed
to
me
that
he
often
watched
these
tiny
warm
gleams
go
out
one
by
one
,
that
he
loved
to
see
people
go
to
sleep
under
his
eyes
,
confident
in
the
security
of
to-morrow
.
"
Peaceful
here
,
eh
?
"
he
asked
.
He
was
not
eloquent
,
but
there
was
a
deep
meaning
in
the
words
that
followed
.
"
Look
at
these
houses
;
there
's
not
one
where
I
am
not
trusted
.
Jove
!
I
told
you
I
would
hang
on
.
Ask
any
man
,
woman
,
or
child
...
"
He
paused
.
"
Well
,
I
am
all
right
anyhow
.
"
'
I
observed
quickly
that
he
had
found
that
out
in
the
end
.
I
had
been
sure
of
it
,
I
added
.
He
shook
his
head
.
