"If his spirit still lingers near the scene of his murder he will thank me for dragging him into the fray.

He fought them living and he can scare them dead." As he had not been able to complete the communicating shaft it was not now of vital importance should the Dyaks penetrate to the interior.

Yet he thanked the good luck that had showered such a heap of rubbish over the spot containing his chief stores and covering the vein of gold.
Wild as these fellows were, they well knew the value of the precious metal, and if by chance they lighted upon such a well-defined lode they might not quit the island for weeks.
At last, on a command from the chief, the Dyaks scattered in various directions.

Some turned towards Europa Point, but the majority went to the east along Turtle Beach or by way of the lagoon.

Prospect Park was deserted.