"What are you thinking about, Hilton?" said the Resident, as they stepped out of the cool, shady veranda into the blazing sunshine, and began walking towards the landing-place to embark for the Residency island. "Thinking?" said Hilton. "Oh! I don't know; only that it would not be of much consequence if a fellow got a Malay spear through his lungs." VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER NINETEEN. LABOUR IN VAIN. The fugitives had not been lying in their shady place of concealment many minutes before the loud buzz of voices and shouting ceased. Then came the whishing and brushing noise of twigs and bushes, and in the midst of the silence that followed they made out the beating of oars once more, and soon after the prahu came into sight, gliding swiftly down the stream. As it came nearer, those in the sampan hardly dared to breathe, but crouched there, waiting patiently till the great vessel had passed. So plainly could everything be seen in the broad sunlight that, as the crew were evidently keeping a sharp look-out on both sides, it seemed impossible, in spite of the hanging boughs, for the fugitives to remain unseen. Nearer came the prahu, the steersman sending it well in towards them; a dozen eyes were fixed upon the leafy screen, and feeling that the time for desperate action had come, the doctor took up his gun and held it ready for use, if, after a parley, the occupants of the prahu sought to rob him of what he reasonably called his prize. They were anxious moments, and more than once, when the prahu was close abreast, the doctor made sure, from the expression of the men's faces, that they could see through the screen. But no; the water was ablaze, in its ripple, as it were, with silver fire; the leaves glistened in the sun's rays, and beyond them all seemed to be in impenetrable darkness, the result being that the prahu passed on its way, going faster and faster, till, as the doctor parted the leaves to gaze out, the stern of the long row-boat disappeared round a bend some five hundred yards away, and the question now was, what was the best thing to do? Helen was nearly fainting with heat and excitement; and gently lifting her, so that her head was by the side, the doctor spent the next few minutes in bathing her face with the clear cold water that glided swiftly in amongst the overhanging boughs. "Well, Ismael, what next?" said the doctor. "Do you think we might venture to follow them slowly down?" "No, master!" was the emphatic reply. "The prahu will not go far without finding that we are not in front; then she will leave a small boat with men to see that we do not pass, while the prahu comes back to search the river sides. Sampans and small prahus always hide under the branches like this." "Then why propose such a blind trick?" cried the doctor. "If the master could have shown a better way his servants would have been content," said the Malay, humbly.