Abdulla moved away a step or two.

Babalatchi looked at him inquisitively.
"I go now," said Abdulla, "and shall wait for you outside the river, Tuan Willems, till the second sunset.

You have only one word, I know." "Only one word," repeated Willems.
Abdulla and Babalatchi walked together down the enclosure, leaving the white man alone by the fire.

The two Arabs who had come with Abdulla preceded them and passed at once through the little gate into the light and the murmur of voices of the principal courtyard, but Babalatchi and Abdulla stopped on this side of it.

Abdulla said-- "It is well.