"Come out and speak to me." Nobody answered.

Babalatchi crossed over, passing from boat to boat, and poked his staff viciously in the suspicious place.

Taminah jumped up with a cry.
"What are you doing here ?" he asked, surprised.

"I have nearly stepped on your tray.

Am I a Dyak that you should hide at my sight ?" "I was weary, and--I slept," whispered Taminah, confusedly.
"You slept! You have not sold anything to-day, and you will be beaten when you return home," said Babalatchi.
Taminah stood before him abashed and silent.