The journey was continued up the soengei Miri, which was found to be navigable for two more days, after which it became so shallow that further progress had to be abandoned. At nightfall of the second day they landed and camped, making all arrangements to continue the journey by land on the following morning. “Shall we not see something of the Otts?” asked Schlickeisen. “We are now in the country, are we not?” “Let us hope that we shall not be favored with a visit from them. To see them means a fight for life,” said Harimaoung. “You may, however, be sure,” continued he, “that they have seen us and that we are still being watched by them; but they know me and we have never had any dispute with them.” “Yet must we be on the watch,” thought Johannes. He therefore divided the band into two sections, to keep alternate guard during the night. The hours, however, passed undisturbed and at daybreak the Poenans shouldered their baskets, in which the provisions and ammunition were stowed away. The four Europeans also carried baskets, the burden not proving unfamiliar to them in consequence of their old experience with the knapsack. But besides a supply of cartridges, their baskets contained their gold dust and bezoar stones. Even Hamadoe had prepared her basket, duly freighted with her trinkets, but when she took it up she found it empty. Wienersdorf had unpacked it and added its contents to his own burden. She protested, but was soon silenced with a kiss, after which she patiently submitted. The Europeans cheerfully seized their canes, loaded with gold dust, slung their rifles over their shoulders and manfully took the road. A couple of Poenans moored the rangkan in a small creek and there left it without any doubt of its perfect safety. “Shall you find it there when you return?” Wienersdorf asked his brother-in-law. “Certainly; theft is unknown here. The only article that I have to guard is my head.”