Dalim thought it better not to continue the journey any further and advised their taking refuge in a rivulet which runs into the right bank of the Kapoeas behind the island. When the canoe entered the narrow branch of this stream Johannes pointed to a spot and said: “Just about there we once barely escaped from the canoes of the Dayaks. Our vessel got wrecked and we were attacked by the treacherous natives. Fortunately the Montrado arrived to our aid and drove them off by firing a single gun.” “But,” asked Wienersdorf, “how are the natives disposed towards us now?” “They are very untrustworthy, and if they were to discover that we are palefaces our lives would not be worth a moment’s purchase. But we are Dayaks now. Hèlo mikèh, don’t fear,” Johannes continued smilingly. “At all events we are seven, and we cannot do wrong in keeping our arms under our own control.” The boat now proceeded until it arrived in front of a large house. Dalim, accompanied by one of his countrymen and Johannes, went ashore, mounted a slanting notched tree, the usual kind of steps leading into Dayak houses, and entered the dwelling. All those who remained behind seized their rifles and kept themselves ready for action. After a little while Johannes reappeared, made a reassuring sign and called out in the Dayak language that they had met with friends. It happened that a relative of one of the fugitive Dayak mutineers was living here. It was an Islamite Dayak, that is one who has embraced the Mohammedan faith; he had only done so recently and had changed his Dayak name of “Mihing” into “Ali Bahar.” The Dayaks, always ready for festivities, were only too delighted to celebrate the auspicious event of a meeting between relations and nothing seemed more natural than to welcome their kinsman and his friends with a hearty dinner and drinking bout. All, including Sheik Mohammed Al Mansoer, gave their ready consent, the latter adding that “Allah is best praised with his own gifts.” Accordingly at mid-day, they took their places, seated in a circle on a mat with their legs crossed. An immensely large boar’s head roasted over the fire was dished up and brought in, accompanied by a vast bowl of toeak. Johannes bent over the Walloon and whispered something into his ear, when the latter, visibly affected, cried out in angry tones: “May the plague choke thee, cursed animal.” The whole of the Dayak family got up, alarmed at this outburst, but Johannes pacified them, declaring that the holy descendant of the Prophet only expressed his surprise at the audacity of the newly-converted family in preparing such food and drink, and especially in offering them to him. “See,” he continued, “how the holy man trembles at the horror of seeing the unclean food so strongly forbidden by Ngabehi Mohammed.”