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Meanwhile
he
wandered
about
the
courtyard
,
shunned
by
some
,
glared
at
by
others
,
but
watched
by
all
,
and
practically
at
the
mercy
of
the
first
casual
ragamuffin
with
a
chopper
,
in
there
.
He
took
possession
of
a
small
tumble-down
shed
to
sleep
in
;
the
effluvia
of
filth
and
rotten
matter
incommoded
him
greatly
:
it
seems
he
had
not
lost
his
appetite
though
,
because
--
he
told
me
--
he
had
been
hungry
all
the
blessed
time
.
Now
and
again
"
some
fussy
ass
"
deputed
from
the
council-room
would
come
out
running
to
him
,
and
in
honeyed
tones
would
administer
amazing
interrogatories
:
"
Were
the
Dutch
coming
to
take
the
country
?
Would
the
white
man
like
to
go
back
down
the
river
?
What
was
the
object
of
coming
to
such
a
miserable
country
?
The
Rajah
wanted
to
know
whether
the
white
man
could
repair
a
watch
?
"
They
did
actually
bring
out
to
him
a
nickel
clock
of
New
England
make
,
and
out
of
sheer
unbearable
boredom
he
busied
himself
in
trying
to
get
the
alarum
to
work
.
It
was
apparently
when
thus
occupied
in
his
shed
that
the
true
perception
of
his
extreme
peril
dawned
upon
him
.
He
dropped
the
thing
--
he
says
--
"
like
a
hot
potato
,
"
and
walked
out
hastily
,
without
the
slightest
idea
of
what
he
would
,
or
indeed
could
,
do
.
He
only
knew
that
the
position
was
intolerable
.
He
strolled
aimlessly
beyond
a
sort
of
ramshackle
little
granary
on
posts
,
and
his
eyes
fell
on
the
broken
stakes
of
the
palisade
;
and
then
--
he
says
--
at
once
,
without
any
mental
process
as
it
were
,
without
any
stir
of
emotion
,
he
set
about
his
escape
as
if
executing
a
plan
matured
for
a
month
.
He
walked
off
carelessly
to
give
himself
a
good
run
,
and
when
he
faced
about
there
was
some
dignitary
,
with
two
spearmen
in
attendance
,
close
at
his
elbow
ready
with
a
question
.
He
started
off
"
from
under
his
very
nose
,
"
went
over
"
like
a
bird
,
"
and
landed
on
the
other
side
with
a
fall
that
jarred
all
his
bones
and
seemed
to
split
his
head
.
He
picked
himself
up
instantly
.
He
never
thought
of
anything
at
the
time
;
all
he
could
remember
--
he
said
--
was
a
great
yell
;
the
first
houses
of
Patusan
were
before
him
four
hundred
yards
away
;
he
saw
the
creek
,
and
as
it
were
mechanically
put
on
more
pace
.
The
earth
seemed
fairly
to
fly
backwards
under
his
feet
.
He
took
off
from
the
last
dry
spot
,
felt
himself
flying
through
the
air
,
felt
himself
,
without
any
shock
,
planted
upright
in
an
extremely
soft
and
sticky
mudbank
.
It
was
only
when
he
tried
to
move
his
legs
and
found
he
could
n't
that
,
in
his
own
words
,
"
he
came
to
himself
.
"
He
began
to
think
of
the
"
bally
long
spears
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
considering
that
the
people
inside
the
stockade
had
to
run
to
the
gate
,
then
get
down
to
the
landing-place
,
get
into
boats
,
and
pull
round
a
point
of
land
,
he
had
more
advance
than
he
imagined
.
Besides
,
it
being
low
water
,
the
creek
was
without
water
--
you
could
n't
call
it
dry
--
and
practically
he
was
safe
for
a
time
from
everything
but
a
very
long
shot
perhaps
.
The
higher
firm
ground
was
about
six
feet
in
front
of
him
.
"
I
thought
I
would
have
to
die
there
all
the
same
,
"
he
said
.
He
reached
and
grabbed
desperately
with
his
hands
,
and
only
succeeded
in
gathering
a
horrible
cold
shiny
heap
of
slime
against
his
breast
--
up
to
his
very
chin
.
It
seemed
to
him
he
was
burying
himself
alive
,
and
then
he
struck
out
madly
,
scattering
the
mud
with
his
fists
.
It
fell
on
his
head
,
on
his
face
,
over
his
eyes
,
into
his
mouth
.
He
told
me
that
he
remembered
suddenly
the
courtyard
,
as
you
remember
a
place
where
you
had
been
very
happy
years
ago
.
He
longed
--
so
he
said
--
to
be
back
there
again
,
mending
the
clock
.
Mending
the
clock
--
that
was
the
idea
.
He
made
efforts
,
tremendous
sobbing
,
gasping
efforts
,
efforts
that
seemed
to
burst
his
eyeballs
in
their
sockets
and
make
him
blind
,
and
culminating
into
one
mighty
supreme
effort
in
the
darkness
to
crack
the
earth
asunder
,
to
throw
it
off
his
limbs
--
and
he
felt
himself
creeping
feebly
up
the
bank
.
He
lay
full
length
on
the
firm
ground
and
saw
the
light
,
the
sky
.
Then
as
a
sort
of
happy
thought
the
notion
came
to
him
that
he
would
go
to
sleep
.
He
will
have
it
that
he
did
actually
go
to
sleep
;
that
he
slept
--
perhaps
for
a
minute
,
perhaps
for
twenty
seconds
,
or
only
for
one
second
,
but
he
recollects
distinctly
the
violent
convulsive
start
of
awakening
.
He
remained
lying
still
for
a
while
,
and
then
he
arose
muddy
from
head
to
foot
and
stood
there
,
thinking
he
was
alone
of
his
kind
for
hundreds
of
miles
,
alone
,
with
no
help
,
no
sympathy
,
no
pity
to
expect
from
any
one
,
like
a
hunted
animal
.
The
first
houses
were
not
more
than
twenty
yards
from
him
;
and
it
was
the
desperate
screaming
of
a
frightened
woman
trying
to
carry
off
a
child
that
started
him
again
.
He
pelted
straight
on
in
his
socks
,
beplastered
with
filth
out
of
all
semblance
to
a
human
being
.
He
traversed
more
than
half
the
length
of
the
settlement
.
The
nimbler
women
fled
right
and
left
,
the
slower
men
just
dropped
whatever
they
had
in
their
hands
,
and
remained
petrified
with
dropping
jaws
.
He
was
a
flying
terror
.
He
says
he
noticed
the
little
children
trying
to
run
for
life
,
falling
on
their
little
stomachs
and
kicking
.
He
swerved
between
two
houses
up
a
slope
,
clambered
in
desperation
over
a
barricade
of
felled
trees
(
there
was
n't
a
week
without
some
fight
in
Patusan
at
that
time
)
,
burst
through
a
fence
into
a
maize-patch
,
where
a
scared
boy
flung
a
stick
at
him
,
blundered
upon
a
path
,
and
ran
all
at
once
into
the
arms
of
several
startled
men
.
He
just
had
breath
enough
to
gasp
out
,
"
Doramin
!
Doramin
!
"
He
remembers
being
half-carried
,
half-rushed
to
the
top
of
the
slope
,
and
in
a
vast
enclosure
with
palms
and
fruit
trees
being
run
up
to
a
large
man
sitting
massively
in
a
chair
in
the
midst
of
the
greatest
possible
commotion
and
excitement
.
He
fumbled
in
mud
and
clothes
to
produce
the
ring
,
and
,
finding
himself
suddenly
on
his
back
,
wondered
who
had
knocked
him
down
.
They
had
simply
let
him
go
--
do
n't
you
know
?
--
but
he
could
n't
stand
.
At
the
foot
of
the
slope
random
shots
were
fired
,
and
above
the
roofs
of
the
settlement
there
rose
a
dull
roar
of
amazement
.
But
he
was
safe
.
Doramin
's
people
were
barricading
the
gate
and
pouring
water
down
his
throat
;
Doramin
's
old
wife
,
full
of
business
and
commiseration
,
was
issuing
shrill
orders
to
her
girls
.
"
The
old
woman
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
made
a
to-do
over
me
as
if
I
had
been
her
own
son
.
They
put
me
into
an
immense
bed
--
her
state
bed
--
and
she
ran
in
and
out
wiping
her
eyes
to
give
me
pats
on
the
back
.
I
must
have
been
a
pitiful
object
.
I
just
lay
there
like
a
log
for
I
do
n't
know
how
long
.
"
'
He
seemed
to
have
a
great
liking
for
Doramin
's
old
wife
.
She
on
her
side
had
taken
a
motherly
fancy
to
him
.
She
had
a
round
,
nutbrown
,
soft
face
,
all
fine
wrinkles
,
large
,
bright
red
lips
(
she
chewed
betel
assiduously
)
,
and
screwed
up
,
winking
,
benevolent
eyes
.
She
was
constantly
in
movement
,
scolding
busily
and
ordering
unceasingly
a
troop
of
young
women
with
clear
brown
faces
and
big
grave
eyes
,
her
daughters
,
her
servants
,
her
slave-girls
.
You
know
how
it
is
in
these
households
:
it
's
generally
impossible
to
tell
the
difference
.
She
was
very
spare
,
and
even
her
ample
outer
garment
,
fastened
in
front
with
jewelled
clasps
,
had
somehow
a
skimpy
effect
.
Her
dark
bare
feet
were
thrust
into
yellow
straw
slippers
of
Chinese
make
.
I
have
seen
her
myself
flitting
about
with
her
extremely
thick
,
long
,
grey
hair
falling
about
her
shoulders
.
She
uttered
homely
shrewd
sayings
,
was
of
noble
birth
,
and
was
eccentric
and
arbitrary
.
In
the
afternoon
she
would
sit
in
a
very
roomy
arm-chair
,
opposite
her
husband
,
gazing
steadily
through
a
wide
opening
in
the
wall
which
gave
an
extensive
view
of
the
settlement
and
the
river
.
'
She
invariably
tucked
up
her
feet
under
her
,
but
old
Doramin
sat
squarely
,
sat
imposingly
as
a
mountain
sits
on
a
plain
.
He
was
only
of
the
nakhoda
or
merchant
class
,
but
the
respect
shown
to
him
and
the
dignity
of
his
bearing
were
very
striking
.
He
was
the
chief
of
the
second
power
in
Patusan
.
The
immigrants
from
Celebes
(
about
sixty
families
that
,
with
dependants
and
so
on
,
could
muster
some
two
hundred
men
"
wearing
the
kriss
"
)
had
elected
him
years
ago
for
their
head
.
The
men
of
that
race
are
intelligent
,
enterprising
,
revengeful
,
but
with
a
more
frank
courage
than
the
other
Malays
,
and
restless
under
oppression
.
They
formed
the
party
opposed
to
the
Rajah
.
Of
course
the
quarrels
were
for
trade
.
This
was
the
primary
cause
of
faction
fights
,
of
the
sudden
outbreaks
that
would
fill
this
or
that
part
of
the
settlement
with
smoke
,
flame
,
the
noise
of
shots
and
shrieks
.
Villages
were
burnt
,
men
were
dragged
into
the
Rajah
's
stockade
to
be
killed
or
tortured
for
the
crime
of
trading
with
anybody
else
but
himself
.
Only
a
day
or
two
before
Jim
's
arrival
several
heads
of
households
in
the
very
fishing
village
that
was
afterwards
taken
under
his
especial
protection
had
been
driven
over
the
cliffs
by
a
party
of
the
Rajah
's
spearmen
,
on
suspicion
of
having
been
collecting
edible
birds
'
nests
for
a
Celebes
trader
.
Rajah
Allang
pretended
to
be
the
only
trader
in
his
country
,
and
the
penalty
for
the
breach
of
the
monopoly
was
death
;
but
his
idea
of
trading
was
indistinguishable
from
the
commonest
forms
of
robbery
.
His
cruelty
and
rapacity
had
no
other
bounds
than
his
cowardice
,
and
he
was
afraid
of
the
organised
power
of
the
Celebes
men
,
only
--
till
Jim
came
--
he
was
not
afraid
enough
to
keep
quiet
.
He
struck
at
them
through
his
subjects
,
and
thought
himself
pathetically
in
the
right
.
The
situation
was
complicated
by
a
wandering
stranger
,
an
Arab
half-breed
,
who
,
I
believe
,
on
purely
religious
grounds
,
had
incited
the
tribes
in
the
interior
(
the
bush-folk
,
as
Jim
himself
called
them
)
to
rise
,
and
had
established
himself
in
a
fortified
camp
on
the
summit
of
one
of
the
twin
hills
.
He
hung
over
the
town
of
Patusan
like
a
hawk
over
a
poultry-yard
,
but
he
devastated
the
open
country
.
Whole
villages
,
deserted
,
rotted
on
their
blackened
posts
over
the
banks
of
clear
streams
,
dropping
piecemeal
into
the
water
the
grass
of
their
walls
,
the
leaves
of
their
roofs
,
with
a
curious
effect
of
natural
decay
as
if
they
had
been
a
form
of
vegetation
stricken
by
a
blight
at
its
very
root
.
The
two
parties
in
Patusan
were
not
sure
which
one
this
partisan
most
desired
to
plunder
The
Rajah
intrigued
with
him
feebly
.
Some
of
the
Bugis
settlers
,
weary
with
endless
insecurity
,
were
half
inclined
to
call
him
in
.
The
younger
spirits
amongst
them
,
chaffing
,
advised
to
"
get
Sherif
Ali
with
his
wild
men
and
drive
the
Rajah
Allang
out
of
the
country
.
"
Doramin
restrained
them
with
difficulty
.
He
was
growing
old
,
and
,
though
his
influence
had
not
diminished
,
the
situation
was
getting
beyond
him
.
This
was
the
state
of
affairs
when
Jim
,
bolting
from
the
Rajah
's
stockade
,
appeared
before
the
chief
of
the
Bugis
,
produced
the
ring
,
and
was
received
,
in
a
manner
of
speaking
,
into
the
heart
of
the
community
.
'
