Trusting to Malays was poor work; but then even Malays have some sense and understand their own interest.

All would be well--must be well.

At this point in his meditation he found himself at the foot of the steps leading to the verandah of his home.

From the low point of land where he stood he could see both branches of the river.

The main branch of the Pantai was lost in complete darkness, for the fire at the Rajah's had gone out altogether; but up the Sambir reach his eye could follow the long line of Malay houses crowding the bank, with here and there a dim light twinkling through bamboo walls, or a smoky torch burning on the platforms built out over the river.