The rest fled, at full speed.
Harry saw that resistance would be hopeless, and would only ensure their destruction.

He therefore called to his followers to remain quiet.

The four bearers, however, threw down their burdens, and fled at full speed down the path, just as a number of Malays poured out on either side.
They were evidently struck with the appearance of Harry and his followers; but were about to rush upon them, when a chief ran forward and shouted, to them, to abstain from attacking the strangers.

Then he walked up to Harry, who was evidently the chief of the party.
"Who are you, white man ?" he asked, "and where are you going ?" The interpreter replied that they were going on a visit of ceremony to the Rajah of Johore.
"We are his enemies," the chief said, "and now you must come with us." "This lord--" the interpreter began, but the chief waved his hand for him to be silent.
He waited for a quarter of an hour, by which time he was joined by that portion of his followers which had pursued the Malays.

Many of them carried human heads in their hands and, by the number of these, Harry saw that very few of his native escort could have escaped.