"To-morrow's sun shall see me in your house, and then we will talk.

Now I must go to the Rajah." "To the Rajah! Why?
What do you want with Lakamba ?" "Tuan, to-morrow we talk like friends.

I must see Lakamba to-night." "Dain, you are not going to abandon me now, when all is ready ?" asked Almayer, in a pleading voice.
"Have I not returned?
But I must see Lakamba first for your good and mine." The shadowy head disappeared abruptly.

The bush, released from the grasp of the bowman, sprung back with a swish, scattering a shower of muddy water over Almayer, as he bent forward, trying to see.
In a little while the canoe shot into the streak of light that streamed on the river from the big fire on the opposite shore, disclosing the outline of two men bending to their work, and a third figure in the stern flourishing the steering paddle, his head covered with an enormous round hat, like a fantastically exaggerated mushroom.
Almayer watched the canoe till it passed out of the line of light.
Shortly after the murmur of many voices reached him across the water.

He could see the torches being snatched out of the burning pile, and rendering visible for a moment the gate in the stockade round which they crowded.