At last the daring scoundrel himself, still wielding his naked sword, strode right up to the very doorway.

Stricken with sudden stupor, he gazed at the fitful gleams within.

He prodded the _cheval de frise_ with the parang.

Here was something definite and solid.

Then he dragged one of the wounded men out into the moonlight.
Again Jenks experienced an itching desire to send a bullet through the Dyak's head; again he resisted the impulse.