om to feed the crocs."

"But what about the other boat?"

"Why, we are in it, sir. Can't you see?" said Peter sourly.

"No, no--I mean the enemy's."

"Oh! Out of sight, sir. Gone down the river just as if you were
peppering them still."

"Eh? What?" cried Archie, as he became aware of the fact that some one
else had spoken, and that a bough of one of the trees that overshadowed
them was being pressed aside; and, half-stunned in his astonishment, the
young officer grasped the words that seemed to be coming in the
confusion of some strange dream:

"Archie! Don't you know me? I'm Minnie Heath."

CHAPTER FORTY THREE.

THE ENEMY'S WORK.

Archie Maine and Minnie Heath sat in the darkness, hand clasped in hand,
the poor girl sobbing bitterly, nearly overcome with emotion, after, in
a low, excited voice, asking questions about her aunt and uncle and Sir
Charles. After learning that all were alive and safe, she burst out in
so wildly hysterical a fit that there was a low, deep growl from the
darkness at the far end of the boat.

"Silence, Pete!" whispered Archie sternly.

"'Twarn't me, sir. It's this 'ere Malay chap. I think he means that
you oughtn't to make so much noise at that end. I wanted to say
something of the kind, but I didn't want to be rude to the young lady."

Minnie was silent directly; and close to the spot where Peter had been
speaking a curious rustling noise arose, which Archie could not
understand, till almost at once the edge of the moon appeared above the
night mist and lit up the interior of the shelter, and then it was plain
that the big Malay fisherman was busy at work cutting down branches and
laying them across the boat, in which a pile of leafage was beginning to
appear.

"What does he mean by this?" whispered Archie. "I suppose he means the
branches to disguise the boat."

"I don't know," said Minnie. "I suppose so. I don't think we need ask.
He and Dula have saved me, and have been most kind."

"But can you talk now?"

"Yes, yes; I will not break down again if I can help it."

"I'll wait," said Archie.

"No, no; go on talking, pray," half-sobbed the girl. "It keeps me from
thinking. What were you going to say?"

"I was going to ask you how you knew that we were in hiding here."

"Knew! Oh no! It was like this. Dula and Pahan were bringing me down
in their boat, believing that they could reach the bungalow in the
darkness and hide me there. Of course yo