Glancing down he saw an army of the natives around the engine, loudly talking and gesticulating toward her.
They were Papus, yellowish colored, well-formed fellows, carrying poisoned spears and arrows, and knotted clubs, with which they beat out the brains of their prisoners.
These people lived in the deepest woods and solitudes, in caves and upon trees, naked, uncivilized and separate from the rest of mankind.
They knew nothing of the sultans, rajahs and penjerans who governed the more civilized of the people of Borneo.
No sooner had they seen Frank when a score of weapons were sent flying at him, a single scratch from any of which would have sufficed to poison him to death.
He quickly withdrew within the cabin and locked the door.
“Hostile, as I feared!” he commented.
“I hear them mounting the boat,” said Reynard, anxiously.
“Yes. They will get into the turrets now.”
“Can’t we drive them away with our weapons?”