’He sat in it, as I’ve told you, on his tin box, nursing the unloaded revolver on his lap.  He sat with precaution—­than which there is nothing more fatiguing—­and thus entered the land he was destined to fill with the fame of his virtues, from the blue peaks inland to the white ribbon of surf on the coast.  At the first bend he lost sight of the sea with its labouring waves for ever rising, sinking, and vanishing to rise again—­the very image of struggling mankind—­and faced the immovable forests rooted deep in the soil, soaring towards the sunshine, everlasting in the shadowy might of their tradition, like life itself.  And his opportunity sat veiled by his side like an Eastern bride waiting to be uncovered by the hand of the master.  He too was the heir of a shadowy and mighty tradition!  He told me, however, that he had never in his life felt so depressed and tired as in that canoe.  All the movement he dared to allow himself was to reach, as it were by stealth, after the shell of half a cocoa-nut floating between his shoes, and bale some of the water out with a carefully restrained action.  He discovered how hard the lid of a block-tin case was to sit upon.  He had heroic health; but several times during that journey he experienced fits of giddiness, and between whiles he speculated hazily as to the size of the blister the sun was raising on his back.  For amusement he tried by looking ahead to decide whether the muddy object he saw lying on the water’s edge was a log of wood or an alligator.  Only very soon he had to give that up.  No fun in it.  Always alligator.  One of them flopped into the river and all but capsized the canoe.  But this excitement was over directly.  Then in a long empty reach he was very grateful to a troop of monkeys who came right down on the bank and made an insulting hullabaloo on his passage.  Such was the way in which he was approaching greatness as genuine as any man ever achieved.  Principally, he longed for sunset; and meantime his three paddlers were preparing to put into execution their plan of delivering him up to the Rajah.

’"I suppose I must have been stupid with fatigue, or perhaps I did doze off for a time,” he said.  The first thing he knew was his canoe coming to the bank.  He became instantaneously aware of the forest having been left behind, of the first houses being visible higher up, of a stockade on his left, and of his boatmen leaping out together upon a low point of land and taking to their heels.  Instinctively he leaped out after them.  At first he thought himself deserted for some inconceivable reason, but he heard excited shouts, a gate swung open, and a lot of people poured out, making towards him.  At the same time a boat full of armed men appeared on the river and came alongside his empty canoe, thus shutting off his retreat.