“But my son and his young friend,” said Mr Braine, watching him narrowly, to ascertain whether the flight was known.
The rajah gave him a meaning look, and laughed.
“After to-morrow,” he said, “they will come back.”
His face was all smiles once again, and he bowed to Amy, passed into the veranda, descended, and the little cortege moved out of the shady grounds. The lights slowly disappeared among the trees, while the doctor dropped the matting hangings over the door to hide the interior of the house from their guard, after which he turned to encounter the pleading face of his wife as Amy threw herself sobbing upon his breast.
Mr Braine stood looking on for a few moments in silence. Then, in a cold, stern voice, he said:
“Go back to the inner room and pray for our success. Then you have sarongs, make yourselves as much like the Malay women as you can.”
“Then we shall escape?” cried Amy, joyously.
“Heaven knows!” said the Resident. “We shall try. Ah, thank goodness, here are the Greigs;” and unchallenged by the guards, Mr Greig and his wife came up to the house.