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Updated: May 22, 2025
The Dyaks were scattering in the wildest confusion, making their way back to the river with all speed, but the Sabah relentlessly pursued. A sudden darkening shadow startled the captain of the Sabah, and he pointed toward the mountains. "Something queer hatchin' over there, General." A dense mist hid the hills; only old Ganassi Peak stood out, dignified and stern.
The island toward which the Sabah was making her way seemed blacker and denser than its more frivolous neighbors. Two staccato whistles warned the islanders of the Sabah's approach, and the beach was soon the scene of lively commotion. The engines stopped, and the gunboat slid along easily. A boat was lowered.
Had there not been a treaty of peace signed between Moroland and America? "Yes," replied Lewis. "And I am happy to serve a government that greets the Moro as brother." The sultan stirred, perplexed by the reply. "Then what right had that boat," asked the interpreter, pointing to the Sabah, "to shell the barrio, destroying property and killing?"
The chug-chug of the engine was the only sound as the trim little gunboat Sabah slipped along. Lewis had been given command of a squad of cavalry and ordered to proceed to Basilan to put down any outbreak that might threaten. "Juramentado," was whispered, and his orders were not to allow the troops to become involved but to quell any trouble that was brewing.
"Sabah is the country of the North Borneo Company. An American obtained the right to this territory in 1865, and transferred it to the present company. It has an area somewhat larger than the State of Maine. No doubt they will develop and improve the country. "Sarawak has a territory nearly as large as that of the State of Pennsylvania, and larger than the State of Ohio.
The little gunboat Sabah was bobbing at her moorings, and Piang joined the crowd that was gazing in wonder at the strange craft. A shrill whistle, signifying the Sabah's intention of immediate departure, so terrified the Moros that some took to their heels while others sought the safety of tall lamp-posts.
Again the vinta shot forward, down through the shifting, treacherous delta, out into the ocean. Louder grew the beating of paddles against the Dyak war-praus, and Piang could hear the war chant. He knew that Sicto cared little for ships; he had evaded too many of them. Only the Sabah, Sicto feared, but he would probably take a chance on this being the Chino mail boat or a Spanish tramp.
The enthusiastic young man dashed out of the tent to make the necessary preparations for the great event. Christmas morning dawned sultry and heavy. The mist lifted after reveille and the troops were astonished that the Sabah had disappeared. Their surprise was greater to find a corporal in charge of the camp.
Piang was laughing merrily when he was startled by a noise, and turning, he saw Alverez and a soldier running toward him. Instantly everything was confusion, and Piang realized that he was the center of the excitement. "Are you Piang?" asked the soldier, cautiously approaching him. "Sure, me Piang." "Hike! Beat it!" said the man, pointing to the Sabah. What did he mean?
That the Dyaks would take the chance and follow, Piang was sure. The sea was choppy and fretful. The little bride boat danced and careened about recklessly. Between the Sabah and Piang lay Bongao, and straight for Bongao he headed, skilfully keeping the vinta steady.
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