"
"Perhaps not," cried Lingard.
"Too late," said Jaffir, "we are ten only, and at sunrise we go out to
die." He went to the cabin door and hesitated there with a puzzled air,
being unused to locks and door handles.
"What are you going to do?" asked Lingard.
"I shall swim back," replied Jaffir. "The message is spoken and the
night can not last forever."
"You can stop with me," said Lingard, looking at the man searchingly.
"Hassim waits," was the curt answer.
"Did he tell you to return?" asked Lingard.
"No! What need?" said the other in a surprised tone.
Lingard seized his hand impulsively.
"If I had ten men like you!" he cried.
"We are ten, but they are twenty to one," said Jaffir, simply.
Lingard opened the door.
"Do you want anything that a man can give?" he asked.
The Malay had a moment of hesitation, and Lingard noticed the sunken
eyes, the prominent ribs, and the worn-out look of the man.
"Speak out," he urged with a smile; "the bearer of a gift must have a
reward."
"A drink of water and a handful of rice for strength to reach the
shore," said Jaffir sturdily. "For over there"--he tossed his head--"we
had nothing to eat to-day."
"You shall have it--give it to you with my own hands," muttered Lingard.
He did so, and thus lowered himself in Jaffir's estimation for a time.
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