There's peace and happiness there.

I am more master there than his Dutch Excellency down in Batavia ever will be when some day a lazy man-of-war blunders at last against the river.

I mean to keep the Arabs out of it, with their lies and their intrigues.

I shall keep the venomous breed out, if it costs me my fortune." The Flash drew quietly abreast of the barque, and was beginning to drop it astern when a white figure started up on the poop of the Arab vessel, and a voice called out-- "Greeting to the Rajah Laut!" "To you greeting!" answered Lingard, after a moment of hesitating surprise.

Then he turned to Willems with a grim smile.