On the Malay himself no one spared a moment's attention.

A second tremendous blow, with the policeman's club, had dashed out his brains; for Malays running amuck were always killed upon the spot, partly in order to save further trouble with them, partly to strike terror into others.
Many of the bystanders gathered round Reuben, seized him by the hand, patting him on the shoulder, and praising him for the courage with which he had faced the maddened savage.

A minute later, Mr.
Hudson forced his way through the crowd.

Miss Furley had already been raised, and carried into a shop.
"Go in with her, my dear," Mr.Hudson said to his daughter.

"I will bring him to you directly.
"My brave fellow!" he exclaimed, as he made his way to Reuben and grasped his hand, "how can I thank you for saving my child's life?
It seemed to us that she was lost, and that nothing could save her; when we saw you dash past her, and throw yourself unarmed upon the madman.