end of its tail was twined about a log; desperately it strove
to work its way back, and Piang watched with dread. Its struggles
grew weaker and weaker, and finally its head sank below the waves,
and it joined the unresisting creepers that were being dragged along
to destruction.

Piang leaned wearily against the only tree that remained standing;
the fall of water, tearing down the trunk, cascaded over the jungle
boy, and he raised his hand to shield his eyes. What had saved the
solitary tree, Piang could not imagine, until he discovered a small
diamond-shaped cut in the bark. He drew back with a shudder. Two
crossed arrows were carved within the diamond. This was another Dyak
custom so hateful to the Mohammedan; the tree was the sarcophagus of
some Borneo chief. A century must have passed since the burial, for
the incision was almost obliterated, but Piang knew that the mummy
of his enemy reposed in savage dignity within the heart of the tree,
and that the Dyak belief was that the tree could not fall or decay. He
fought his way to the other side of the island. On it sped. Cries of
frightened animals came faintly from the mainland; screams of birds,
beaten to earth, pierced the din.

A tremor ran through the island. There was a tearing sound as if
strong timbers were being forced apart; the whole mass stood still,
then came a tremendous crash. It had collided with the fleet that
Piang had been sporting with only an hour before. Surely the stray
bits of jungle would crush each other to bits. A gray streak flew
past Piang, and a frightened monkey, thinking to save itself from
the other derelict, nearly landed on the babui. Paying no attention
to either the boy or the babui, the monkey shrank against a log and
hid its head, whining piteously.

A pale light broke through the gloom, and the rain ceased as suddenly
as it had come. Piang's heart gave a bound as he watched the tempest
abate. Suddenly he straightened himself and strained his ears to catch
a new sound. What was that deep, distant rumbling? A cry so piteous
broke from him, that even the dying babui started. The falls! He could
hear them distinctly and realized that he was rushing toward them
at a mad pace. Louder and clearer grew the thunder of those falls,
and Piang's staunch little heart rebelled. He would not stand there
like a Dyak prisoner! He would do something. He would save himself! A
blazing flash rent the heavens and Piang caught sight of Ganassi Peak