to their own country.  We don’t want them here.  You, Tuan Jorgenson, are the only white man I care for.’  They heard Tuan Jorgenson say to Tengga:  ’Now you have told me everything there is in your mind you had better go ashore with your friends and return to-morrow.’  And Tengga asked:  ’Why! would you fight me to-morrow rather than live many days in peace with me?’ and he laughed and slapped his thigh.  And Tuan Jorgenson answered: 

“’No, I won’t fight you.  But even a spider will give the fly time to say its prayers.’

“Tuan Jorgenson’s voice sounded very strange and louder than ever anybody had heard it before.  O Rajah Laut, Jaffir and the white man had been waiting, too, all night for some sign from you; a shot fired or a signal-fire, lighted to strengthen their hearts.  There had been nothing.  Rajah Hassim, whispering, ordered Jaffir to take the first opportunity to leap overboard and take to you his message of friendship and good-bye.  Did the Rajah and Jaffir know what was coming?  Who can tell?  But what else could they see than calamity for all Wajo men, whatever Tuan Jorgenson had made up his mind to do?  Jaffir prepared to obey his lord, and yet with so many enemies’ boats in the water he did not think he would ever reach the shore; and as to yourself he was not at all sure that you were still alive.  But he said nothing of this to his Rajah.  Nobody was looking their way.  Jaffir pressed his lord’s hand to his breast and waited his opportunity.  The fog began to blow away and presently everything was disclosed to the sight.  Jorgenson was on his feet, he was holding a lighted cigar between his fingers.  Tengga was sitting in front of him on one of the chairs the white people had used.  His followers were pressing round him, with Daman and Sentot, who were muttering incantations; and even the Pangerans had moved closer to the hatchway.  Jaffir’s opportunity had come but he lingered by the side of his Rajah.  In the clear air the sun shone with great force.  Tuan Jorgenson looked once more toward Belarab’s stockade, O Rajah Laut!  But there was nothing there, not even a flag displayed that had not been there before.  Jaffir looked that way, too, and as he turned his head he saw Tuan Jorgenson, in the midst of twenty spear-blades that could in an instant have been driven into his breast, put the cigar in his mouth and jump down the hatchway.  At that moment Rajah Hassim gave Jaffir a push toward the side and Jaffir leaped overboard.

“He was still in the water when all the world was darkened round him as if the life of the sun had been blown out of it in a crash.  A great wave came along and washed him on shore, while pieces of wood, iron, and the limbs of torn men were splashing round him in the water.  He managed to crawl out of the mud.  Something had hit him while he was swimming and he thought he would die.  But life stirred in him.  He had a message for you.  For a long time he went on crawling under the big trees