“Come,” cried Frank; “that’s the best thing you’ve said to-day. All right.”
It was now so dark that they had to feel their way into the inner room, where they lay down on the mats with their heads close to the side, and they had hardly settled themselves comfortably when the chief entered the main room followed by two men, one of whom bore a lamp.
The principal Malay looked sharply round, and then said to Frank, who lay on his back with his hands under his head:
“Does my lord want anything else?”
“Yes. You to go and not bother,” replied the boy ungraciously.
“Can we bring him anything?”
“Yes; a boat to take us home.”
“Shall I leave the light?”
“No; take it away. I’m sleepy.”
The man bowed, backed out with his followers, the matting was dropped between the two rooms and then over the doorway as they passed into the veranda.