“I can try again,” said he. “I have made a mistake this time; the next time I will make sure.”
There was something in the tone of his voice so remorseless and so vengeful that Potts felt reassured.
“You are a good lad,” said he, “a good lad. And you’ll try again?”
“Yes,” said Vijal, with flashing eyes.
“You’ll make sure this time?”
“I’ll make sure this time. But I must have some one with me,” he continued. “You need not trouble yourself. Send John with me. He won’t mistake. If he is with me I’ll make sure.”
As the Malay said this a brighter and more vivid flash shone from his eyes. He gave a malevolent smile, and his white teeth glistened balefully. Instantly he checked the smile, and cast down his eyes.
“Ah!” said Potts. “That is very good. John shall go. Johnnie, you don’t mind going, do you?”
“I’ll go,” said John, languidly.
“You’ll know the fellow, won’t you?”