lays standing near. It was some time before he could rally his
senses.

"I suppose," he thought at last, "they are either keeping us for torture
or as hostages. The rajah may have given orders that any officers
captured were to be spared and brought to him. I don't know what his
expectations are," he muttered to himself; "but if he expects to be
reinstated as rajah, and perhaps compensated for the loss of his palace,
he is likely to be mistaken; and in that case it will go mighty hard
with us, for there is no shadow of doubt that he is a savage and cruel
brute."

He had now shaken off the numbness caused by the blow that he had
received, and he managed to stagger to where Dick was lying, and knelt
beside him and begged the Malays to bring water. They had evidently
received orders to do all they could to revive the two young officers,
and one at once brought half a gourd full. Harry had already assured
himself that his friend's heart still beat. He began by pouring some
water between his lips. It was not necessary to pour any over his head,
for he had already received the same treatment as himself.

"Dick, old chap," he said sharply and earnestly.

The sound was evidently heard and understood, for Dick started slightly,
opened his eyes and murmured, "It's not time to turn out yet?"

"You are not in your hammock, Dick; you have been wounded, and we are
both prisoners in the hands of these Malays. Try and pull yourself
together, but don't move; they have put a sort of bandage round your
shoulder, and I am going to try and improve it."

"What is the matter with my shoulder?" Dick murmured.

"Chopped with a kris, old man. Now I am going to turn you on your side,
and then cut the sleeve off the jacket. Take another drink of water;
then we will set about it."

Dick did as he was ordered, and was evidently coming back to
consciousness, for he looked round, and then said, "Where are the other
fellows?"

"I don't know what has become of them. I think I went down before you
did. However, here we are alone. Now I am going to begin."

He cut off the sleeve of the jacket and shirt at the shoulder, ripped
open the seam to the neck, first taking off the rough bandage.

"It's a nasty cut, old man," he said, "but nothing dangerous, I should
say. I fancy it has gone clean through the shoulder bone, and there is
no doubt that it will knit again, as Hassan's did, if they do but give
you time."

He rolled the shirt sleeve into