“Yes; one of his own men killed him, they say, for every one hated him except me.”
“And you liked him?”
“No, I don’t think I liked him,” said Frank, taking up the kris Hamet had replaced in his hands; and then, with a shudder, hanging it upon the wall; “but he was always very kind to me.”
Chapter Twenty Eight.
Tim proves himself a Driscol.
But for the presence of two strange prahus and their enormous crews, who seemed more than could be packed in the long swift vessels, it seemed impossible to believe in the great change that had taken place.
For the Resident, the doctor, the Greigs, and Murray were back in their houses, where the new rajah’s people were constantly showing them tokens of their master’s good-will. The people of the campong were all en fête, and the place was given up to rejoicings as they began to realise that new days were in prospect, and a man might call his life his own.
And not the least puzzled of the occupants of the place was Tim, who suddenly came confidentially to the boys as they sauntered back into the garden.