The Rajah of Dah

The two lads had grown in an hour as intimate as if they had been friends for months, and they were chatting away together as they approached Murray's house, where Hamet was sta...

Five more days were passed ascending the river, which by degrees began to display banks that were park-like and densely packed with forest trees. The dismal mangroves had disapp...

Meanwhile Ned and Frank had gone off eagerly to the attack upon the lurking water-dragon, terrible, in its way, as that which Saint George slew, and about half-way to the stocka...

As soon as Amy entered her home, she let the pent-up agony and fear which she had hidden for hours have vent in a burst of passionate weeping, and hurried away to her own room,...

It was early morning yet, and the mists hung low, but the torrid sun rapidly dissipated each opalescent gauzy vapour, and before long the sky was of that vivid blue which reflec...

A few days later, in which interval several little boating journeys had been made, the results of which could be seen in Murray's house, which was rapidly beginning to show trac...

At the same moment that the doctor was speaking, Ned had caught sight of something glittering in the sun above the green shrubs that bordered the bamboo fence, and directly afte...

"Kill us? No. I should just like to catch them at it. The brutes! To take away my kris too. There's going to be a row about this as soon as my father knows."

In a few weeks all thought of considering themselves as prisoners was forgotten, and Murray and Ned were as busy as it was possible to be in that hot steamy climate.

When Ned Murray opened his eyes again, it was to gaze at the faint dawn which was making its way into the larger room; and he lay puzzled and wondering for a few minutes before...

"I could have told ye that before," said a voice; and, looking up, Ned saw the good-humoured sun-browned face of the Irishman just projecting over the edge of the bamboo jetty,...

Tim acted his part well. He strolled out from his "panthry," and sauntered along to where the chief of the guard stood gazing at him sternly; and trusting to the pretty good sma...

Murray woke with a start to find that the sun was well above the trees, and a curious sensation of shame troubled him as he recalled the events of the previous night.

"Doesn't matter out here, doesn't it?" said Ned. "Well, I tell you what it is. I shall talk to uncle about it, and he'll speak to the doctor, and tell him it would be disgraceful."

Murray was anxious, unwilling, and willing altogether, as he followed the Tumongong and a guard of the rajah's men into the lantern-lit clearing before the house; and from thenc...

"What'll I do? What'll I do?" muttered Tim Driscol to himself as he walked up and down one of the garden paths hidden from his master and his friends, and unheeded by the Malay...

The next moment Ned stood with clenched fists, about to fly at the Tumongong's son, as he had mentally dubbed him, but his fists unclenched, and he began to comprehend that he m...

Hamet listened respectfully till it had been decided that the only way was for the party to creep up silently, seize and bind the guard, and then retreat at once--a rather reckl...

"Every man to his taste, Ned, my boy," said Johnstone Murray, gentleman, to his nephew, who was home for a visit to his uncle--he called it home, for he had never known any othe...

"It is only fancy," said Murray to himself, as, after what seemed to be an interminable length of time, they came in sight of the big tree where the other two elephants stood sw...

Everything looked dark as the Resident and Murray reached the Tumongong's handsome residence--handsome, though merely erected of bamboo and palm--but as they approached the step...

"Hist!" whispered Hamet, and parting the overhanging boughs, he forced the boat in till, as far as they could tell, they were hidden--a branch acting as anchor--and they listene...

But for the presence of two strange prahus and their enormous crews, who seemed more than could be packed in the long swift vessels, it seemed impossible to believe in the great...

"That we haven't, Mr Wilson," said a fresh voice, that of a bright-looking lad of sixteen, as he rose up in the long boat lying by the bamboo-made wharf at Dindong, the little t...

Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour passed, and neither of the boys spoke. No sound came from the house, no splashing of the water told that their guide was on his w...

It was a dreary tramp down to the naga lying close beside their own, fastened to a tree on the river-bank; but though the two wounded men scowled at them, and even at the doctor...

"Now forward," said Mr Braine in a low earnest voice. "The plan will be to keep on till we come upon a place that we can hold against attack. Frank, Ned, lead on with the ladies...

"Come up here, Driscol," said the doctor; and as Tim appeared Frank came to the inner doorway to creep into a corner, where he was in shadow, and could listen to what was said.