This too in Malay, and the man addressed smiled now, but he would not answer, and Frank gave it up.
“I don’t think they’ve killed him, or they wouldn’t look so civil. Perhaps they’ve only shut him up like us. Well, I’m glad we went to see where the boat was.”
“Oh, I say, don’t reproach me!” cried Ned. “I did all for the best. Then we’ve been sleeping here all night. I never knew.”
“Not you. They gave us some stuff, I know.”
“But my uncle! He’ll think I’m lost, or gone into the river, or something. What will he say?”
“Oh, bother your uncle!” cried Frank, petulantly. “I’m thinking about my poor old dad.”