The effect of this malediction, which by the way neither the young lady nor her mother would repeat to me afterwards, was certainly remarkable.

Those men who heard it, among them the would-be slayers of Stephen, stayed their hands and even inclined their heads towards the young priestess, as though in reverence or deprecation, and thus remained for sufficient time for her to lead the wounded Stephen out of danger.

This she did wading backwards by his side and keeping her eyes fixed full upon the Pongo.

It was perhaps the most curious rescue that I ever saw.
The Holy Flower, I should add, they recaptured and carried off, for I saw it departing in one of their canoes.

That was the end of my orchid hunt and of the money which I hoped to make by the sale of this floral treasure.