Hours passed away, night came, and he did not return.

I began to think we were suspected of some evil designs, for the Pumbuckle was evidently afraid of getting himself into trouble.

He is a Sassak prince, and, though a supporter of the present Rajah, is related to some of the heads of a conspiracy which was quelled a few years since.
About five o'clock a pack-horse bearing my guns and clothes arrived, with my men Ali and Manuel, who had come on foot.

The sun set, and it soon became dark, and we got rather hungry as we sat wearily under the shed and no one came.

Still hour after hour we waited, until about nine o'clock, the Pumbuckle, the Rajah, some priests, and a number of their followers arrived and took their seats around us.