Assuredly I will go with you." When Abdool announced that he had cut through the rattans, Harry joined him, telling the interpreter to wait at the entrance till he called him.
"What next, master ?" Abdool asked.
"The next thing will be to pull up the bamboos.

If you have cut all their lashings, this ought not to be very difficult; but it will make it easier if we cut the ground away, as deep as we can, on this side of them." Kneeling down, they set to work with their knives and, after half an hour's work, they had laid bare the bottoms of four of the bamboos, which were sunk two feet into the ground.
"Now, Abdool, we ought to get them up easily enough." With their united strength they pulled up a bamboo, replaced it in its position and, one by one, got the other three up, put them in again, and lightly filled in the earth.
"Now we can go, at a minute's notice," Harry said.

"At any rate, we had better wait till it is dark." The sun had just set, when they saw the rajah come out of his hut.
He gave an order, and the four troopers were brought out, and placed in a line.

Four natives took their places behind them, kris in hand.
"They are going to murder them!" Harry exclaimed, in horror.
"Now, Abdool, there is not a moment to be lost; it will be our turn, next." Their guards had all risen to their feet, watching what was going on.

Three of the bamboos were plucked up in a moment.