h, laughing; "I have you too. Murray, you will
not go. I am not blind."

Murray held out his hand.

"In the cause of science," he said, smiling, "I stay."

"I ask for no more," said the rajah. "Here boys," he cried, "you've had
enough fruit; you are going to stop. Frank, my lad, at any time you
want anything, ask me for it as your old friend."

"Thank you," cried Frank, eagerly; "then I want something now."

"What is it?"

"Give me a new kris."

"Why? A handsome one was given to you."

"Yes," said Frank, with a slight twitching of the brows, "but I'm not
going to wear that again."

The rajah took one of two that he was wearing and gave it to the boy.

"Keep it as my present," he said; "and I hope, boy, you will live to see
the day when the kris has given place to good honest laws which protect
people so that they can go unarmed."

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There needs no telling how, as soon as the rajah's ally had gone, the
campong settled down to its everyday life, but that life grew more and
more new. The Resident and the doctor stayed; Mr Greig began to make
trade flourish; and Murray went on with his collecting, working
energetically for six months, when he was obliged to return to England
with Ned.

But they were both back again within six months more, and a friend of
Murray's accompanied him. He was a clergyman, but a great naturalist,
and he joined his friend in collecting, till one day there was a great
festival, for an English gentleman was married to an English lady, a
certain Mr Wilson coming up from Dindong to be best-man. Afterwards
the happy pair went down the river and along the coast to Malacca to
spend their honeymoon; while Ned Murray stayed at the campong to look
after the specimens and enjoy himself to his heart's content.

Then the happy pair came back, and there was constant talk of going back
to England when the collecting was done; but the collecting never was
done, and Murray set to work to write a book on the natural history of
the place, that meant years of delightful work, so they stayed on to see
the land improving month by month, and find the rajah their firmest
friend.

A couple of years had passed, when one day Frank, who had developed a
great love for mineralogy, and Ned, who promised to be a great authority
on botany, came upon Tim Driscol busily improving the Murrays' garden.

"What are you doing, Tim?" said N