oy-oy!" he shouted.

There was no reply, and his heart smote him as he felt that he had
neglected the poor Malay. Then he felt that he was lost in the jungle;
but that did not trouble him much, for he was sure that if he followed
the little stream he should find that it entered a larger, and that the
larger would run into one larger still, probably into the Parang, whose
course he could follow down. But that would be only as a last resource.

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT.

THE DOSE OF TOOBAH.

Doctor Bolter's was a painful position, and he could not help feeling
how utterly weak man is in the midst of nature's solitudes. He could
have stood meditating for long enough, but he had to find his companion;
and after shouting for some time and getting no answer, he listened for
the rippling noise of the stream, and heard it sounding very faintly
far-off on his right.

Making for it as a starting-place, he found the tracks he had made, the
grass being trampled down in all directions. What was more, he found
his trail crossed over and over again, and even followed by that of
crocodiles, whose toes were marked in the mud wherever it was laid bare.

Twice over he startled one of the reptiles, which fled before him with a
rush into the stream, which was little better than an overgrown ditch,
and the doctor hastily backed away.

He soon found that all endeavours to hit upon his way back by the trail
were useless, and once more he began to shout.

To his great delight his cry was answered, and on making for the sound
he heard directly after, the rustling of bushes being thrust aside, and
soon after stood face to face with the Malay.

"I have been sleeping," said the latter, smiling. "My arm is better
now."

"If our English fellows could stand injuries like these!" muttered the
doctor, who looked with astonishment at the light way in which the Malay
treated the terrible injury he had received.

"Do you feel as if you could lead the way back?" he said, after halting
and rebinding the Malay's wound.

"Oh, yes," the Malay said cheerfully; and he at once set off.

"But my gun?" cried the doctor. "I have left it behind."

The man led him back to the place with the greatest ease, and after
wiping the wet and rust from lock and barrel, they set off through the
dripping undergrowth, and had been walking about half an hour, the
doctor's excitement growing each minute as they drew nearer the camp,
when his guide suddenly stop