We should advise and act at once, before the sun sets." "Right.

Right," muttered Lakamba, pensively.
They had been sitting for the last hour together in the audience chamber of the Rajah's house, for Babalatchi, as soon as he had witnessed the landing of the Dutch officers, had crossed the river to report to his master the events of the morning, and to confer with him upon the line of conduct to pursue in the face of altered circumstances.

They were both puzzled and frightened by the unexpected turn the events had taken.

The Rajah, sitting crosslegged on his chair, looked fixedly at the floor; Babalatchi was squatting close by in an attitude of deep dejection.
"And where did you say he is hiding now ?" asked Lakamba, breaking at last the silence full of gloomy forebodings in which they both had been lost for a long while.
"In Bulangi's clearing--the furthest one, away from the house.

They went there that very night.