“Look!”
Hamet crept forward and peered between the leaves of a bush, and gazed down for some moments in silence. Then turning, he said calmly:
“Thirteen of the rajah’s men. They are tracking us by the marks we have left, and will overtake us in less than an hour.”
This was spoken in broken English, but no speech was ever more impressive to the hearers, and the gentlemen pressed together, while the ladies listened as if to their fate.
“Well,” said Mr Braine, hoarsely. “You see. What do you say? Surrender or fight?”
“Fight,” said Murray, after exchanging a glance with Amy; and the two boys uttered a faint “Hurrah!”