“Think not?”
“Sure of it, unless he’s going to fatten us up, and then try whether we’re good to eat.”
“I wish I had such good spirits as you have.”
“Oh, I’m getting better now. Here you, send in the head-man,” cried Frank to one of their attendants.
The man bowed respectfully, and withdrew to the veranda, where they heard him speak, and directly after one of the party, evidently a man of some consequence from his silken sarong, came in.
“I want my kris,” said Frank.
The man smiled, and shook his head.
“You give it me directly. It was the rajah’s present.”
“You will run amok,” said the man.
“No. I promise. An English gentleman’s promise,” said Frank.