It was a hut roughly constructed of bamboos, thatched with broad leaves, while the entrance had no door.

The interpreter did not carry arms; those of Harry and Abdool had been removed.
"Things have turned out badly, Abdool," Harry said.
"Very badly, sahib.

I do not like the look of that rajah." "Nor do I, Abdool.

I am convinced that he means mischief, and we must get away as soon as we can.
"Have you got your knife with you?
So have I.We must make a way out of the back of this hut." A group of half a dozen Malays had taken their seats on the ground, at a distance of some fifteen yards from the entrance; but had posted no sentries.

Behind it, as they were taken in, Harry noticed that there was a patch of grain, and beyond that rose the forest.
"These knives are no good against bamboo, sahib." "No, I know that; but we might cut these rattans which bind them together.