At these words she dashed out of the pandoppo and locked herself in her own room.
CHAPTER XIII.
A RIDE TO BANJOE PAHIT. AMOKH!
“Now are you ready to start?”
With this question, Edward van Rheijn came rushing into van Nerekool’s room on Saturday afternoon.
“Yes, I am quite ready,” answered his friend; “but how about horses?”
“Oh! Verstork has taken good care of that,” was van Rheijn’s reply, “if you will let me send out your servant for a few moments you will have them prancing at the door in less than ten minutes.”
The young men had not long to wait, for they had scarcely time to drink a glass of beer and light a cigar, before two excellent saddle horses made their appearance. They were well-bred Makassars, not so perfect in shape, and handsome to look at as Kadoeërs or Battakers; but good serviceable animals with broad, well made chests, indicating both strength and endurance, and provided with good sinewy legs which, if not particularly symmetrical, were strong and fit for hard work.
In a twinkling, the young men were in the saddle.