“Here, close at hand,” he said.
And hurrying on to where he had left the Malay guide in charge of a couple of soldiers, he found that he had arrived only just in time; for feeling was very strong just then against every one wearing a dark skin, and the men were looking askance at one whom they believed likely to betray them at any moment.
“A Malay!” said Mr Linton, doubtfully.
“Yes, and a trusty one,” said the doctor, decisively. “I will answer for his fidelity.”
“That is rather bold, doctor,” said the major, who just then came up; “but these are times when we must not be too particular. Can he understand us?”
“I was the young chief Ali’s servant, and I speak English,” said the Malay, quietly.
“That is no recommendation,” said Captain Horton, sharply. “That young chief deserted us, like the rest.”
“No,” said the doctor; “he was assassinated for taking our part; and this man nearly shared his fate.”
This decided matters in favour of the Malay being retained as guide; but there was still a difficulty, and that was, would the poor fellow, injured as he was, be able to undertake the duty?
He said he could, however; and as soon as he understood what was wanted, he went to the front, and the retreat was continued.