The first thing we heard was that Karain’s mysterious sword-bearer had died a few days ago.  We did not attach much importance to the news.  It was certainly difficult to imagine Karain without his inseparable follower; but the fellow was old, he had never spoken to one of us, we hardly ever had heard the sound of his voice; and we had come to look upon him as upon something inanimate, as a part of our friend’s trappings of state—­like that sword he had carried, or the fringed red umbrella displayed during an official progress.  Karain did not visit us in the afternoon as usual.  A message of greeting and a present of fruit and vegetables came off for us before sunset.  Our friend paid us like a banker, but treated us like a prince.  We sat up for him till midnight.  Under the stern awning bearded Jackson jingled an old guitar and sang, with an execrable accent, Spanish love-songs; while young Hollis and I, sprawling on the deck, had a game of chess by the light of a cargo lantern.  Karain did not appear.  Next day we were busy unloading, and heard that the Rajah was unwell.  The expected invitation to visit him ashore did not come.  We sent friendly messages, but, fearing to intrude upon some secret council, remained on board.  Early on the third day we had landed all the powder and rifles, and also a six-pounder brass gun with its carriage which we had subscribed together for a present for our friend.  The afternoon was sultry.  Ragged edges of black clouds peeped over the hills, and invisible thunderstorms circled outside, growling like wild beasts.  We got the schooner ready for sea, intending to leave next morning at daylight.  All day a merciless sun blazed down into the bay, fierce and pale, as if at white heat.  Nothing moved on the land.  The beach was empty, the villages seemed deserted; the trees far off stood in unstirring clumps, as if painted; the white smoke of some invisible bush-fire spread itself low over the shores of the bay like a settling fog.  Late in the day three of Karain’s chief men, dressed in their best and armed to the teeth, came off in a canoe, bringing a case of dollars.  They were gloomy and languid, and told us they had not seen their Rajah for five days.  No one had seen him!  We settled all accounts, and after shaking hands in turn and in profound silence, they descended one after another into their boat, and were paddled to the shore, sitting close together, clad in vivid colours, with hanging heads:  the gold embroideries of their jackets flashed dazzlingly as they went away gliding on the smooth water, and not one of them looked back once.  Before sunset the growling clouds carried with a rush the ridge of hills, and came tumbling down the inner slopes.  Everything disappeared; black whirling vapours filled the bay, and in the midst of them the schooner swung here and there in the shifting gusts of wind.  A single clap of thunder detonated in the hollow with a violence that seemed capable of bursting into small pieces the ring of high land,