“You will not see,” said Ali in a low passionate voice. “You are so brave, but you are so foolish too. Why risk life when there is danger.”
“I don’t,” said Bob coolly.
“You do; there is great danger now,” said Ali. “Gantang’s men are creeping through the reeds to spear us.”
“Jump down in the cutter then,” said Bob, “and you will be all right.”
Ali drew himself up angrily.
“A Malay chief never knows fear,” he said, as he leaned his hands upon the muzzle of the rifle he still carried, and stood there, proud and defiant, like a bronze statue, he was so motionless and calm.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, Ali, old fellow,” cried Bob. And as the young Malay saw the open, frank, laughing face before him, and the extended hand, he seized it in his.
“I am not offended,” said Ali, “but I’m afraid for you and your men.”
“What of?” said Bob.
“That!” said Ali, as a spear whizzed through the reeds and stuck in the bamboo deck.