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"
Were
you
?
"
He
pressed
my
arm
lightly
above
the
elbow
.
"
Well
,
then
--
you
were
right
.
"
'
There
was
elation
and
pride
,
there
was
awe
almost
,
in
that
low
exclamation
.
"
Jove
!
"
he
cried
,
"
only
think
what
it
is
to
me
.
"
Again
he
pressed
my
arm
.
"
And
you
asked
me
whether
I
thought
of
leaving
.
Good
God
!
I
!
want
to
leave
!
Especially
now
after
what
you
told
me
of
Mr.
Stein
's
...
Leave
!
Why
!
That
's
what
I
was
afraid
of
.
It
would
have
been
--
it
would
have
been
harder
than
dying
.
No
--
on
my
word
.
Do
n't
laugh
.
I
must
feel
--
every
day
,
every
time
I
open
my
eyes
--
that
I
am
trusted
--
that
nobody
has
a
right
--
do
n't
you
know
?
Leave
!
For
where
?
What
for
?
To
get
what
?
"
'
I
had
told
him
(
indeed
it
was
the
main
object
of
my
visit
)
that
it
was
Stein
's
intention
to
present
him
at
once
with
the
house
and
the
stock
of
trading
goods
,
on
certain
easy
conditions
which
would
make
the
transaction
perfectly
regular
and
valid
.
He
began
to
snort
and
plunge
at
first
.
"
Confound
your
delicacy
!
"
I
shouted
.
"
It
is
n't
Stein
at
all
.
It
's
giving
you
what
you
had
made
for
yourself
.
And
in
any
case
keep
your
remarks
for
McNeil
--
when
you
meet
him
in
the
other
world
.
I
hope
it
wo
n't
happen
soon
...
"
He
had
to
give
in
to
my
arguments
,
because
all
his
conquests
,
the
trust
,
the
fame
,
the
friendships
,
the
love
--
all
these
things
that
made
him
master
had
made
him
a
captive
too
He
looked
with
an
owner
's
eye
at
the
peace
of
the
evening
,
at
the
river
,
at
the
houses
,
at
the
everlasting
life
of
the
forests
,
at
the
life
of
the
old
mankind
,
at
the
secrets
of
the
land
,
at
the
pride
of
his
own
heart
;
but
it
was
they
that
possessed
him
and
made
him
their
own
to
the
innermost
thought
,
to
the
slightest
stir
of
blood
,
to
his
last
breath
.
'
It
was
something
to
be
proud
of
.
I
too
was
proud
--
for
him
,
if
not
so
certain
of
the
fabulous
value
of
the
bargain
.
It
was
wonderful
.
It
was
not
so
much
of
his
fearlessness
that
I
thought
.
It
is
strange
how
little
account
I
took
of
it
:
as
if
it
had
been
something
too
conventional
to
be
at
the
root
of
the
matter
.
No
.
I
was
more
struck
by
the
other
gifts
he
had
displayed
.
He
had
proved
his
grasp
of
the
unfamiliar
situation
,
his
intellectual
alertness
in
that
field
of
thought
.
There
was
his
readiness
too
!
Amazing
.
And
all
this
had
come
to
him
in
a
manner
like
keen
scent
to
a
well-bred
hound
.
He
was
not
eloquent
,
but
there
was
a
dignity
in
this
constitutional
reticence
,
there
was
a
high
seriousness
in
his
stammerings
.
He
had
still
his
old
trick
of
stubborn
blushing
.
Now
and
then
,
though
,
a
word
,
a
sentence
,
would
escape
him
that
showed
how
deeply
,
how
solemnly
,
he
felt
about
that
work
which
had
given
him
the
certitude
of
rehabilitation
.
That
is
why
he
seemed
to
love
the
land
and
the
people
with
a
sort
of
fierce
egoism
,
with
a
contemptuous
tenderness
.
'
"'
This
is
where
I
was
prisoner
for
three
days
,
"
he
murmured
to
me
(
it
was
on
the
occasion
of
our
visit
to
the
Rajah
)
,
while
we
were
making
our
way
slowly
through
a
kind
of
awestruck
riot
of
dependants
across
Tunku
Allang
's
courtyard
.
"
Filthy
place
,
is
n't
it
?
And
I
could
n't
get
anything
to
eat
either
,
unless
I
made
a
row
about
it
,
and
then
it
was
only
a
small
plate
of
rice
and
a
fried
fish
not
much
bigger
than
a
stickleback
--
confound
them
!
Jove
!
I
've
been
hungry
prowling
inside
this
stinking
enclosure
with
some
of
these
vagabonds
shoving
their
mugs
right
under
my
nose
.
I
had
given
up
that
famous
revolver
of
yours
at
the
first
demand
.
Glad
to
get
rid
of
the
bally
thing
.
Looked
like
a
fool
walking
about
with
an
empty
shooting-iron
in
my
hand
.
"
At
that
moment
we
came
into
the
presence
,
and
he
became
unflinchingly
grave
and
complimentary
with
his
late
captor
.
Oh
!
magnificent
!
I
want
to
laugh
when
I
think
of
it
.
But
I
was
impressed
too
.
The
old
disreputable
Tunku
Allang
could
not
help
showing
his
fear
(
he
was
no
hero
,
for
all
the
tales
of
his
hot
youth
he
was
fond
of
telling
)
;
and
at
the
same
time
there
was
a
wistful
confidence
in
his
manner
towards
his
late
prisoner
.
Note
!
Even
where
he
would
be
most
hated
he
was
still
trusted
.
Jim
--
as
far
as
I
could
follow
the
conversation
--
was
improving
the
occasion
by
the
delivery
of
a
lecture
.
Some
poor
villagers
had
been
waylaid
and
robbed
while
on
their
way
to
Doramin
's
house
with
a
few
pieces
of
gum
or
beeswax
which
they
wished
to
exchange
for
rice
.
"
It
was
Doramin
who
was
a
thief
,
"
burst
out
the
Rajah
.
A
shaking
fury
seemed
to
enter
that
old
frail
body
.
He
writhed
weirdly
on
his
mat
,
gesticulating
with
his
hands
and
feet
,
tossing
the
tangled
strings
of
his
mop
--
an
impotent
incarnation
of
rage
.
There
were
staring
eyes
and
dropping
jaws
all
around
us
.
Jim
began
to
speak
.
Resolutely
,
coolly
,
and
for
some
time
he
enlarged
upon
the
text
that
no
man
should
be
prevented
from
getting
his
food
and
his
children
's
food
honestly
.
The
other
sat
like
a
tailor
at
his
board
,
one
palm
on
each
knee
,
his
head
low
,
and
fixing
Jim
through
the
grey
hair
that
fell
over
his
very
eyes
.
When
Jim
had
done
there
was
a
great
stillness
.
Nobody
seemed
to
breathe
even
;
no
one
made
a
sound
till
the
old
Rajah
sighed
faintly
,
and
looking
up
,
with
a
toss
of
his
head
,
said
quickly
,
"
You
hear
,
my
people
!
No
more
of
these
little
games
.
"
This
decree
was
received
in
profound
silence
.
A
rather
heavy
man
,
evidently
in
a
position
of
confidence
,
with
intelligent
eyes
,
a
bony
,
broad
,
very
dark
face
,
and
a
cheerily
officious
manner
(
I
learned
later
on
he
was
the
executioner
)
,
presented
to
us
two
cups
of
coffee
on
a
brass
tray
,
which
he
took
from
the
hands
of
an
inferior
attendant
.
"
You
need
n't
drink
,
"
muttered
Jim
very
rapidly
.
I
did
n't
perceive
the
meaning
at
first
,
and
only
looked
at
him
.
He
took
a
good
sip
and
sat
composedly
,
holding
the
saucer
in
his
left
hand
.
In
a
moment
I
felt
excessively
annoyed
.
"
Why
the
devil
,
"
I
whispered
,
smiling
at
him
amiably
,
"
do
you
expose
me
to
such
a
stupid
risk
?
"
I
drank
,
of
course
,
there
was
nothing
for
it
,
while
he
gave
no
sign
,
and
almost
immediately
afterwards
we
took
our
leave
.
While
we
were
going
down
the
courtyard
to
our
boat
,
escorted
by
the
intelligent
and
cheery
executioner
,
Jim
said
he
was
very
sorry
.
It
was
the
barest
chance
,
of
course
.
Personally
he
thought
nothing
of
poison
.
The
remotest
chance
.
He
was
--
he
assured
me
--
considered
to
be
infinitely
more
useful
than
dangerous
,
and
so
...
"
But
the
Rajah
is
afraid
of
you
abominably
.
Anybody
can
see
that
,
"
I
argued
with
,
I
own
,
a
certain
peevishness
,
and
all
the
time
watching
anxiously
for
the
first
twist
of
some
sort
of
ghastly
colic
.
I
was
awfully
disgusted
.
"
If
I
am
to
do
any
good
here
and
preserve
my
position
,
"
he
said
,
taking
his
seat
by
my
side
in
the
boat
,
"
I
must
stand
the
risk
:
I
take
it
once
every
month
,
at
least
.
Many
people
trust
me
to
do
that
--
for
them
.
Afraid
of
me
!
That
's
just
it
.
Most
likely
he
is
afraid
of
me
because
I
am
not
afraid
of
his
coffee
.
"
Then
showing
me
a
place
on
the
north
front
of
the
stockade
where
the
pointed
tops
of
several
stakes
were
broken
,
"
This
is
where
I
leaped
over
on
my
third
day
in
Patusan
.
They
have
n't
put
new
stakes
there
yet
.
Good
leap
,
eh
?
"
A
moment
later
we
passed
the
mouth
of
a
muddy
creek
.
"
This
is
my
second
leap
.
I
had
a
bit
of
a
run
and
took
this
one
flying
,
but
fell
short
.
Thought
I
would
leave
my
skin
there
.
Lost
my
shoes
struggling
.
And
all
the
time
I
was
thinking
to
myself
how
beastly
it
would
be
to
get
a
jab
with
a
bally
long
spear
while
sticking
in
the
mud
like
this
.
I
remember
how
sick
I
felt
wriggling
in
that
slime
.
I
mean
really
sick
--
as
if
I
had
bitten
something
rotten
.
"
'
That
's
how
it
was
--
and
the
opportunity
ran
by
his
side
,
leaped
over
the
gap
,
floundered
in
the
mud
...
still
veiled
.
The
unexpectedness
of
his
coming
was
the
only
thing
,
you
understand
,
that
saved
him
from
being
at
once
dispatched
with
krisses
and
flung
into
the
river
.
They
had
him
,
but
it
was
like
getting
hold
of
an
apparition
,
a
wraith
,
a
portent
.
What
did
it
mean
?
What
to
do
with
it
?
Was
it
too
late
to
conciliate
him
?
Had
n't
he
better
be
killed
without
more
delay
?
But
what
would
happen
then
?
Wretched
old
Allang
went
nearly
mad
with
apprehension
and
through
the
difficulty
of
making
up
his
mind
.
Several
times
the
council
was
broken
up
,
and
the
advisers
made
a
break
helter-skelter
for
the
door
and
out
on
to
the
verandah
.
One
--
it
is
said
--
even
jumped
down
to
the
ground
--
fifteen
feet
,
I
should
judge
--
and
broke
his
leg
.
The
royal
governor
of
Patusan
had
bizarre
mannerisms
,
and
one
of
them
was
to
introduce
boastful
rhapsodies
into
every
arduous
discussion
,
when
,
getting
gradually
excited
,
he
would
end
by
flying
off
his
perch
with
a
kriss
in
his
hand
.
But
,
barring
such
interruptions
,
the
deliberations
upon
Jim
's
fate
went
on
night
and
day
.
