"You see, I came to Borneo for zee express purpose of obtaining zee great man-monkey and vatching his habits .-- Hush! Do I not hear somet'ing ?" "Nothing but your own voice, I think," said Nigel, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Vell--hush! Keep kviet, all of you." As the whole party marched in single file after the professor, and were at the moment absolutely silent, this order induced the display of a good many teeth.
Just then the man of science was seen to put his rifle quickly to the shoulder; the arches of the forest rang with a loud report; various horrified creatures were seen and heard to scamper away, and next moment a middle-sized orang-utan came crashing through the branches of a tall tree and fell dead with a heavy thud on the ground.
The professor's rifle was a breechloader.

He therefore lost no time in re-charging, and hurried forward as if he saw other game, while the rest of the party--except Van der Kemp, Nigel, and Gurulam--fell behind to look at and pick up the fallen animal.
"Look out!" whispered Nigel, pointing to a bit of brown hair that he saw among the leaves high overhead.
"Vere?
I cannot see him," whispered the naturalist, whose eyes blazed enough almost to melt his blue glasses.

"Do _you_ fire, Mr.Roy ?" "My gun is charged only with small-shot, for birds.

It is useless for such game," said Nigel.
"Ach! I see!" Up went the rifle and again the echoes were startled and the animal kingdom astounded, especially that portion at which the professor had fired, for there was immediately a tremendous commotion among the leaves overhead, and another orang of the largest size was seen to cross an open space and disappear among the thick foliage.

Evidently the creature had been hit, but not severely, for it travelled among the tree-tops at the rate of full five miles an hour, obliging the hunters to run at a rapid pace over the rough ground in order to keep up with it.