“I d’know, sir.”
“You don’t know!” panted Archie feebly. “Oh, you are trying to keep it back!”
“That I ain’t, sir. I’ll tell you what I do know. Somebody’s took us prisoners—some of them Malay chaps. I think it must be that Rajah Hamet’s men, as they says are our enemies.”
“No, no; he’s our friend.”
“Then it must be t’other one, sir. You remember when you come by in the boat that moonlight night?”
“Boat! What moonlight night?”
“Oh, Lor’ ha’ mussy!” muttered Peter. “He can’t be fit to talk.”
“What’s that you are saying to yourself? Why don’t you speak?”
“Don’t you remember hailing me, sir, when I was on sentry-go?”
“No.”