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Title: Trapped by Malays
A Tale of Bayonet and Kris
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: Steven Spurrier
Release Date: May 16, 2007 [EBook #21494]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Trapped by Malays, A Tale of Bayonet and Kris, by George Manville Fenn.
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This is good lively yarn by the master of suspense. There is continuous
action throughout the book, and you are kept on your toes wondering how
we are going to get through the latest apparent disaster. Sometimes
just a little reminiscent of The Middy and the Ensign, set in a similar
location, with similar personnel, but different enough to escape too
much criticism. Makes a good audiobook.
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TRAPPED BY MALAYS, A TALE OF BAYONET AND KRIS, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
"TWO BAD BOYS"--SERGEANT RIPSY.
"Oh, bother!" The utterer of these two impatient words threw down a
sheet of notepaper from which he had been reading, carefully smoothed
out the folds to make it flat, and then, balancing it upon one finger as
he sat back in a cane chair with his heels upon the table, gave the
paper a flip with his nail and sent it skimming out of the window of his
military quarters at Campong Dang, the station on the Ruah River, far up
the west coast of the Malay Peninsula.
"What does the old chap want now? Another wigging, I suppose. What
have I been doing to make him write a note like that?--Note?" he
continued, after a pause. "I ought to have said despatch. Hang his
formality! Here, what did he say? How did he begin?" And he reached
out his hand towards the table as if for the note. "There's a fool!
Now, why did I send it skimming out of the window like that? It's too
hot to get up and go out to the front to find it, and it's no use to
shout, `_Qui-hi_,' for everybody will be asleep. Now, what did he say?
My memory feels a
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