Somewhere, off in theblackness, someone had fired a gun three times.
“It’s a game, you see, ” pursued the general blandly. “I suggest to one of them that we go hunting. I give him a supply of food and an excellent hunting knife. I give him three hours’ start. I am to follow, armed only with a pistol of the smallest caliber and range.
But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face.
“Rainsford, ” called the general, “if you are within the sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you. Not many men know how to make a Malay man-catcher. Luckily for me, I too have hunted in Malacca. You are proving interesting, Mr. Rainsford. I am going now to have my wound dressed; it’s only a slight one. But I shall be back. I shall be back.”