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"Here he is," cried Moses, who was first on the scene, "dead as mutton!" "What! the professor?" cried Nigel in alarm. "No; de tiger." "Where's Verkimier?" asked the hermit as he came up. "I dun know, massa," said Moses, looking round him vacantly. "Search well, men, and be quick, he may have been injured," cried Van der Kemp, seizing a torch and setting the example.
He turned to Nigel as he spoke, and doffed his sombrero with a gracious bow. "An Englishman Nigel Roy who has joined me for a few months," said the hermit. "Let me introduce you, Nigel, to my good friend, Professor Verkimier."
After firing the last shot Verkimier had not reloaded, being too intent on watching the dying struggles of the creature, and when it fell with such violence he concluded that it was dead. For the same reason Nigel had neglected to reload after firing.
Verkimier was in front with the orang-utan reaching up to his arm and hobbling affectionately by his side for there was a strong mutual affection between them. The Dyak youth brought up the rear, with a sort of game-bag on his shoulders. Suddenly Nigel felt something graze his arm, and heard a heavy thud at his side.
It is observed, however, even by the most obtuse among his friends, that whereas in former times the professor's nights were centrifugal they have now become centripetal the Keeling Islands being the great centre towards which he flies. Verkimier is, and probably will always be, a subject of wonder and of profound speculation to the youthful inhabitants of the islands.
He turned to Nigel as he spoke, and doffed his sombrero with a gracious bow. "An Englishman Nigel Roy who has joined me for a few months," said the hermit. "Let me introduce you, Nigel, to my good friend, Professor Verkimier."
It is observed, however, even by the most obtuse among his friends, that whereas in former times the professor's flights were centrifugal they have now become centripetal the Keeling Islands being the great centre towards which he flies. Verkimier is, and probably will always be, a subject of wonder and of profound speculation to the youthful inhabitants of the islands.
"You see," said Verkimier, in a low voice, to Nigel, as he went a step in advance peering up into the trees, with rifle at the "ready" and bending a little as if by that means he better avoided the chance of being seen. "You see, I came to Borneo for zee express purpose of obtaining zee great man-monkey and vatching his habits. Hush! Do I not hear somet'ing?"
"You vant a goot dose of kvinine," remarked Verkimier, when, having satiated himself, he found time to think of others not that the professor was selfish by any means, only he was addicted to concentration of mind on all work in hand, inclusive of feeding. The hermit paid no attention to anything that was said.
"Now, we must remain here till our friend Verkimier arrives," said the hermit, turning to Nigel after they had watched the steamer out of sight. "I suppose we must," said Nigel, who did not at all relish the delay "of course we must," he added with decision.
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