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It
had
been
the
thought
of
all
the
moments
he
could
spare
from
the
hopeless
investigation
into
Stein
's
affairs
,
but
the
notion
--
he
says
--
came
to
him
then
all
at
once
.
He
could
see
,
as
it
were
,
the
guns
mounted
on
the
top
of
the
hill
.
He
got
very
hot
and
excited
lying
there
;
sleep
was
out
of
the
question
more
than
ever
.
He
jumped
up
,
and
went
out
barefooted
on
the
verandah
.
Walking
silently
,
he
came
upon
the
girl
,
motionless
against
the
wall
,
as
if
on
the
watch
.
In
his
then
state
of
mind
it
did
not
surprise
him
to
see
her
up
,
nor
yet
to
hear
her
ask
in
an
anxious
whisper
where
Cornelius
could
be
.
He
simply
said
he
did
not
know
.
She
moaned
a
little
,
and
peered
into
the
campong
.
Everything
was
very
quiet
.
He
was
possessed
by
his
new
idea
,
and
so
full
of
it
that
he
could
not
help
telling
the
girl
all
about
it
at
once
.
She
listened
,
clapped
her
hands
lightly
,
whispered
softly
her
admiration
,
but
was
evidently
on
the
alert
all
the
time
.
It
seems
he
had
been
used
to
make
a
confidant
of
her
all
along
--
and
that
she
on
her
part
could
and
did
give
him
a
lot
of
useful
hints
as
to
Patusan
affairs
there
is
no
doubt
.
He
assured
me
more
than
once
that
he
had
never
found
himself
the
worse
for
her
advice
.
At
any
rate
,
he
was
proceeding
to
explain
his
plan
fully
to
her
there
and
then
,
when
she
pressed
his
arm
once
,
and
vanished
from
his
side
.
Then
Cornelius
appeared
from
somewhere
,
and
,
perceiving
Jim
,
ducked
sideways
,
as
though
he
had
been
shot
at
,
and
afterwards
stood
very
still
in
the
dusk
.
At
last
he
came
forward
prudently
,
like
a
suspicious
cat
.
"
There
were
some
fishermen
there
--
with
fish
,
"
he
said
in
a
shaky
voice
.
"
To
sell
fish
--
you
understand
.
"
...
It
must
have
been
then
two
o'clock
in
the
morning
--
a
likely
time
for
anybody
to
hawk
fish
about
!
'
Jim
,
however
,
let
the
statement
pass
,
and
did
not
give
it
a
single
thought
.
Other
matters
occupied
his
mind
,
and
besides
he
had
neither
seen
nor
heard
anything
.
He
contented
himself
by
saying
,
"
Oh
!
"
absently
,
got
a
drink
of
water
out
of
a
pitcher
standing
there
,
and
leaving
Cornelius
a
prey
to
some
inexplicable
emotion
--
that
made
him
embrace
with
both
arms
the
worm-eaten
rail
of
the
verandah
as
if
his
legs
had
failed
--
went
in
again
and
lay
down
on
his
mat
to
think
.
By-and-by
he
heard
stealthy
footsteps
.
They
stopped
.
A
voice
whispered
tremulously
through
the
wall
,
"
Are
you
asleep
?
"
"
No
!
What
is
it
?
"
he
answered
briskly
,
and
there
was
an
abrupt
movement
outside
,
and
then
all
was
still
,
as
if
the
whisperer
had
been
startled
.
Extremely
annoyed
at
this
,
Jim
came
out
impetuously
,
and
Cornelius
with
a
faint
shriek
fled
along
the
verandah
as
far
as
the
steps
,
where
he
hung
on
to
the
broken
banister
.
Very
puzzled
,
Jim
called
out
to
him
from
the
distance
to
know
what
the
devil
he
meant
.
"
Have
you
given
your
consideration
to
what
I
spoke
to
you
about
?
"
asked
Cornelius
,
pronouncing
the
words
with
difficulty
,
like
a
man
in
the
cold
fit
of
a
fever
.
"
No
!
"
shouted
Jim
in
a
passion
.
"
I
have
not
,
and
I
do
n't
intend
to
.
I
am
going
to
live
here
,
in
Patusan
.
"
"
You
shall
d-d-die
h-h-here
,
"
answered
Cornelius
,
still
shaking
violently
,
and
in
a
sort
of
expiring
voice
.
The
whole
performance
was
so
absurd
and
provoking
that
Jim
did
n't
know
whether
he
ought
to
be
amused
or
angry
.
"
Not
till
I
have
seen
you
tucked
away
,
you
bet
,
"
he
called
out
,
exasperated
yet
ready
to
laugh
.
Half
seriously
(
being
excited
with
his
own
thoughts
,
you
know
)
he
went
on
shouting
,
"
Nothing
can
touch
me
!
You
can
do
your
damnedest
.
"
Somehow
the
shadowy
Cornelius
far
off
there
seemed
to
be
the
hateful
embodiment
of
all
the
annoyances
and
difficulties
he
had
found
in
his
path
.
He
let
himself
go
--
his
nerves
had
been
over-wrought
for
days
--
and
called
him
many
pretty
names
,
--
swindler
,
liar
,
sorry
rascal
:
in
fact
,
carried
on
in
an
extraordinary
way
.
He
admits
he
passed
all
bounds
,
that
he
was
quite
beside
himself
--
defied
all
Patusan
to
scare
him
away
--
declared
he
would
make
them
all
dance
to
his
own
tune
yet
,
and
so
on
,
in
a
menacing
,
boasting
strain
.
Perfectly
bombastic
and
ridiculous
,
he
said
.
His
ears
burned
at
the
bare
recollection
.
Must
have
been
off
his
chump
in
some
way
...
The
girl
,
who
was
sitting
with
us
,
nodded
her
little
head
at
me
quickly
,
frowned
faintly
,
and
said
,
"
I
heard
him
,
"
with
child-like
solemnity
.
He
laughed
and
blushed
.
What
stopped
him
at
last
,
he
said
,
was
the
silence
,
the
complete
deathlike
silence
,
of
the
indistinct
figure
far
over
there
,
that
seemed
to
hang
collapsed
,
doubled
over
the
rail
in
a
weird
immobility
.
He
came
to
his
senses
,
and
ceasing
suddenly
,
wondered
greatly
at
himself
He
watched
for
a
while
.
Not
a
stir
,
not
a
sound
.
"
Exactly
as
if
the
chap
had
died
while
I
had
been
making
all
that
noise
,
"
he
said
.
He
was
so
ashamed
of
himself
that
he
went
indoors
in
a
hurry
without
another
word
,
and
flung
himself
down
again
.
The
row
seemed
to
have
done
him
good
though
,
because
he
went
to
sleep
for
the
rest
of
the
night
like
a
baby
.
Had
n't
slept
like
that
for
weeks
.
"
But
I
did
n't
sleep
,
"
struck
in
the
girl
,
one
elbow
on
the
table
and
nursing
her
cheek
.
"
I
watched
.
"
Her
big
eyes
flashed
,
rolling
a
little
,
and
then
she
fixed
them
on
my
face
intently
.
'
'
You
may
imagine
with
what
interest
I
listened
.
All
these
details
were
perceived
to
have
some
significance
twenty-four
hours
later
.
In
the
morning
Cornelius
made
no
allusion
to
the
events
of
the
night
.
"
I
suppose
you
will
come
back
to
my
poor
house
,
"
he
muttered
surlily
,
slinking
up
just
as
Jim
was
entering
the
canoe
to
go
over
to
Doramin
's
campong
.
Jim
only
nodded
,
without
looking
at
him
.
"
You
find
it
good
fun
,
no
doubt
,
"
muttered
the
other
in
a
sour
tone
.
Jim
spent
the
day
with
the
old
nakhoda
,
preaching
the
necessity
of
vigorous
action
to
the
principal
men
of
the
Bugis
community
,
who
had
been
summoned
for
a
big
talk
.
He
remembered
with
pleasure
how
very
eloquent
and
persuasive
he
had
been
.
"
I
managed
to
put
some
backbone
into
them
that
time
,
and
no
mistake
,
"
he
said
.
Sherif
Ali
's
last
raid
had
swept
the
outskirts
of
the
settlement
,
and
some
women
belonging
to
the
town
had
been
carried
off
to
the
stockade
.
Sherif
Ali
's
emissaries
had
been
seen
in
the
market-place
the
day
before
,
strutting
about
haughtily
in
white
cloaks
,
and
boasting
of
the
Rajah
's
friendship
for
their
master
.
One
of
them
stood
forward
in
the
shade
of
a
tree
,
and
,
leaning
on
the
long
barrel
of
a
rifle
,
exhorted
the
people
to
prayer
and
repentance
,
advising
them
to
kill
all
the
strangers
in
their
midst
,
some
of
whom
,
he
said
,
were
infidels
and
others
even
worse
--
children
of
Satan
in
the
guise
of
Moslems
.
It
was
reported
that
several
of
the
Rajah
's
people
amongst
the
listeners
had
loudly
expressed
their
approbation
.
The
terror
amongst
the
common
people
was
intense
.
Jim
,
immensely
pleased
with
his
day
's
work
,
crossed
the
river
again
before
sunset
.
'
As
he
had
got
the
Bugis
irretrievably
committed
to
action
,
and
had
made
himself
responsible
for
success
on
his
own
head
,
he
was
so
elated
that
in
the
lightness
of
his
heart
he
absolutely
tried
to
be
civil
with
Cornelius
.
But
Cornelius
became
wildly
jovial
in
response
,
and
it
was
almost
more
than
he
could
stand
,
he
says
,
to
hear
his
little
squeaks
of
false
laughter
,
to
see
him
wriggle
and
blink
,
and
suddenly
catch
hold
of
his
chin
and
crouch
low
over
the
table
with
a
distracted
stare
.
The
girl
did
not
show
herself
,
and
Jim
retired
early
.
When
he
rose
to
say
good-night
,
Cornelius
jumped
up
,
knocking
his
chair
over
,
and
ducked
out
of
sight
as
if
to
pick
up
something
he
had
dropped
.
His
good-night
came
huskily
from
under
the
table
.
Jim
was
amazed
to
see
him
emerge
with
a
dropping
jaw
,
and
staring
,
stupidly
frightened
eyes
.
He
clutched
the
edge
of
the
table
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
Are
you
unwell
?
"
asked
Jim
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
.
A
great
colic
in
my
stomach
,
"
says
the
other
;
and
it
is
Jim
's
opinion
that
it
was
perfectly
true
.
If
so
,
it
was
,
in
view
of
his
contemplated
action
,
an
abject
sign
of
a
still
imperfect
callousness
for
which
he
must
be
given
all
due
credit
.
'
Be
it
as
it
may
,
Jim
's
slumbers
were
disturbed
by
a
dream
of
heavens
like
brass
resounding
with
a
great
voice
,
which
called
upon
him
to
Awake
!
Awake
!
so
loud
that
,
notwithstanding
his
desperate
determination
to
sleep
on
,
he
did
wake
up
in
reality
.
The
glare
of
a
red
spluttering
conflagration
going
on
in
mid-air
fell
on
his
eyes
.
Coils
of
black
thick
smoke
curved
round
the
head
of
some
apparition
,
some
unearthly
being
,
all
in
white
,
with
a
severe
,
drawn
,
anxious
face
.
After
a
second
or
so
he
recognised
the
girl
.
She
was
holding
a
dammar
torch
at
arm
's
-
length
aloft
,
and
in
a
persistent
,
urgent
monotone
she
was
repeating
,
"
Get
up
!
Get
up
!
Get
up
!
"
