was not for the fear of you turning up any moment there would have been a party-fight that evening.  I think it is a pity Tengga is not chief of the land instead of Belarab.  A brave and foresighted man, however treacherous at heart, can always be trusted to a certain extent.  One can never get anything clear from Belarab.  Peace!  Peace!  You know his fad.  And this fad makes him act silly.  The peace racket will get him into a row.  It may cost him his life in the end.  However, Tengga does not feel himself strong enough yet to act with his own followers only and Belarab has, on my advice, disarmed all villagers.  His men went into the houses and took away by force all the firearms and as many spears as they could lay hands on.  The women screamed abuse of course, but there was no resistance.  A few men were seen clearing out into the forest with their arms.  Note this, for it means there is another power beside Belarab’s in the village:  the growing power of Tengga.

One morning—­four days ago—­I went to see Tengga.  I found him by the shore trimming a plank with a small hatchet while a slave held an umbrella over his head.  He is amusing himself in building a boat just now.  He threw his hatchet down to meet me and led me by the hand to a shady spot.  He told me frankly he had sent out two good swimmers to observe the stranded vessel.  These men stole down the creek in a canoe and when on the sea coast swam from sandbank to sandbank until they approached unobserved—­I think—­to about fifty yards from that schooner What can that craft be?  I can’t make it out.  The men reported there were three chiefs on board.  One with a glittering eye, one a lean man in white, and another without any hair on the face and dressed in a different style.  Could it be a woman?  I don’t know what to think.  I wish you were here.  After a lot of chatter Tengga said:  “Six years ago I was ruler of a country and the Dutch drove me out.  The country was small but nothing is too small for them to take.  They pretended to give it back to my nephew—­may he burn!  I ran away or they would have killed me.  I am nothing here—­but I remember.  These white people out there can not run away and they are very few.  There is perhaps a little to loot.  I would give it to my men who followed me in my calamity because I am their chief and my father was the chief of their fathers.”  I pointed out the imprudence of this.  He said:  “The dead do not show the way.”  To this I remarked that the ignorant do not give information.  Tengga kept quiet for a while, then said:  “We must not touch them because their skin is like yours and to kill them would be wrong, but at the bidding of you whites we may go and fight with people of our own skin and our own faith—­and that is good.  I have promised to Tuan Lingard twenty men and a prau to make war in Wajo.  The men are good and look at the prau; it is swift and strong.”  I must say, Tom, the prau is the best craft of the kind I have ever seen.  I said you paid him well