The room he generally used was empty.

Some lamps were burning there, and he laid himself down on a divan, while the Malay curled himself up on the floor.
Harry had slept but a short time when he was awakened by a light touch on his shoulder and, springing up, saw a woman, with a boy some six years old, standing beside him.

The woman placed her finger on her lips, imploringly.

Harry at once roused the interpreter.

Through him, the woman explained that she was the widow of the late rajah, and that her son was the lawful heir to the throne.
"I have come to you, brave white lord," she said, "to ask you if your people will grant us protection." "That would be impossible," Harry replied; "my people are busy with their own wars in India and, even were they not so occupied, they could not interfere in a domestic quarrel between the Malay chiefs." "Why are you fighting here, then ?" "I am fighting in my own quarrel.