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t?" he murmured. Lingard nodded.--"Wait as
long as you can--then go," he said in the same hardly audible
voice. "Go where?"--"Where you like, nearest port, any
port."--"Very good. That's something plain at any rate,"
commented the young man with imperturbable good humour.
"I go, O Hassim!" began Lingard and the Malay made a slow
inclination of the head which he did not raise again till Lingard
had ceased speaking. He betrayed neither surprise nor any other
emotion while Lingard in a few concise and sharp sentences made
him acquainted with his purpose to bring about singlehanded the
release of the prisoners. When Lingard had ended with the words:
"And you must find a way to help me in the time of trouble, O
Rajah Hassim," he looked up and said:
"Good. You never asked me for anything before."
He smiled at his white friend. There was something subtle in the
smile and afterward an added firmness in the repose of the lips.
Immada moved a step forward. She looked at Lingard with terror in
her black and dilated eyes. She exclaimed in a voice whose
vibration startled the hearts of all the hearers with an
indefinable sense of alarm, "He will perish, Hassim! He will
perish alone!"
"No," said Hassim. "Thy fear is as vain to-night as it was at
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