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Updated: June 4, 2025
After leaving Singapore, we passed the familiar shores of eastern Sumatra, Banka Island and Banka Strait, and the mouths of the Palambang, but in an inverted order, which made them seem as strange as if we never before had sighted them. Then one night, heading west against the tide, we anchored in a rolling swell, with Kodang Island to the northeast and Sindo Island to the north.
The service that Sindo had rendered his white friends fully re-established him in the favour of Macora, and he was invited to make his home again among his own people, an invitation that was eagerly accepted. Groot Willem was, for the time, cured of the desire to seek further adventures in the chase.
There can be no harm in trying. If not, we may get him into some trouble for his ingratitude. I should feel a satisfaction in that." In compliance with his master's command, Congo inquired for Sindo. The chief heard the inquiry and immediately ordered a halt, and put several questions to his followers. "The chief just like you, baas Willem," said Congo. "He too want know where Sindo am."
All hastened forward as fast as their limbs could carry them, and in a few minutes after were met by a large party of Makololo warriors, who communicated the pleasing intelligence that more were coming up close behind. Sindo and his companions had succeeded in the accomplishment of their mission.
At parting with these, our adventurers had every reason to know that they were taking leave of true friends. The chief and Sindo were nearly disconsolate at the separation, especially from Groot Willem, to whom both declared that they owed their lives. Each promised sometime to pay him a visit in his far-away home.
"Ask them where we are being taken, Congo," said Hendrik. The Kaffir spoke to one of the natives who was near him, but only received a grunt in reply. "He don't know where we go," said Congo, interpreting the gruff answer to his question, "but I know." "Where?" "We go to die." "Congo!" exclaimed Willem, "ask after Sindo. He may do something to save us, or he may not.
He might be able to maintain it for several days; and knowing that his enemies would not raise the siege until compelled to do so, his only hope was that of obtaining aid from some neighbouring chief, jealous of the encroachments of the Matabili. Anxious to become fully reinstated in the good opinion of his chief, Sindo was the first who had offered to go upon this perilous scout.
Willem further urged, that had he, Macora, really been lost, some one of the tribe would have become chief, and that Sindo was not to blame for aspiring to resemble one who had ruled to the evident satisfaction of all.
"But how was it possible for you to learn that we were in trouble?" "From Sindo, the man Macora was going to kill for his ambition." Sindo, then, had not been ungrateful; he had walked, or rather run, all night, to give warning of the danger threatening those to whom he owed his life.
Sindo, fast bound and guarded, was now awaiting execution; and this was the spectacle which the hunters were to be treated to. It was a scene that none of the young hunters had any desire to be present at; but, yielding to the importunities of their host, they accompanied him to the spot where the execution was to take place.
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