"I don't half feel satisfied," said Bob, trudging along behind the Malay
who was their guide. "I think we ought to have gone with him, Tom."
"I feel so too," was the reply, "but what could we do? Perhaps he was
not so very much hurt after all."
They were tired now, and the heat of the afternoon seemed greater than
ever, so that they longed to get out of the stifling forest to the open
banks of the river. But they were as yet far away, and their guide made
a cut along the side of a patch of marshy ground, looking back from time
to time to see if they followed.
"Snipe, by all that's wonderful!" cried Bob, firing two barrels almost
as he spoke, and bringing down four birds out of a flock that bore some
resemblance to, but were double the size of, snipes.
Tom raised his piece for a shot, but he was too late; and Yusuf smiled
and showed his teeth as he ran and picked up the birds, tied their legs
together with some grass, and added them to the jungle-fowl he was
carrying.
"Well, they won't be able to laugh at us," said Bob. "We shan't go back
empty. Hallo! what the dickens now?"
For a couple of scantily clad Malay girls, their sarongs torn and ragged
with forcing their way through the bushes, came panting up, uttering
loud cries, and, flinging themselves down at the astonished youths'
feet, clung to their legs, while Yusuf began to abuse them angrily, and
kicking one, was about to thrust away the other with his foot.
"You leave them alone, will you?" said Bob, giving him a rap on the head
with his gun-barrel. "I wish to goodness I knew what was the Malay for
_cowardly beast_, and you should have it, young fellow."
The Malay's hand flew to his kris as he threw down the birds, and it
flashed in the sunshine directly.
"Ah! would you bite?" cried Bob, presenting his gun at the other's
breast, when the man shrank away, with his eyes half-closed, and a
peculiarly tigerish aspect about him as he drew his lips from his white
teeth, but kept at a respectful distance, knowing as he did how ably the
young sailor could use his gun.
Just then the girls renewed their cries and lamentations, clinging
wildly to the youths as if for protection, as half-a-dozen Malays, armed
with krises and the long limbings, or spears, that they can use with
such deadly force, came running up, and made as if to seize upon the two
girls.
"Keep off, will you! Confound your impudence, what do you mean?" roared
Bob, slewing round his gun to face the newcomers. "I say, Tom, what
fools we do seem not to be able to speak this stupid lingo! What are
they jabbering about?"
"Hang me, if I know," said Tom, whose face was flushed with heat and
excitement. "All I can make out is that they want these two Malay
ladies who have come to us to protect them."
"Then, as my old nurse used to say, `want will be their master,'" said
Bob, angrily; "for they're not going to have them."
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