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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Stop, stop!" cried Professor Verkimier in a hoarse whisper at that moment; "look! look at zee monkeys!" Monkeys are very abundant in Sumatra, but the nest of them which the travellers discovered at that time, and which had called forth the professor's admiration, was enough as Moses said to make a "renocerus laugh."
Have at you vonce more, you aggravating leetle zing!" Thus the unsuccessful man relieved his feelings, in a growling tone, as he continued to move about on tip-toe, rattling the bamboo flooring in spite of his careful efforts to move quietly. "Why, Verkimier, what are you after?" cried Nigel at last, loud enough to be heard through the partition. "Ah!
"You die," suggested Nigel, venturing on a pleasantry, whereat Moses opened his mouth in a soundless laugh, but, observing the professor's goggles levelled at him, he transformed the laugh into an astounding sneeze, and immediately gazed with pouting innocence and interest at his plate. "Do you always sneeze like zat?" asked Verkimier.
"To safe me!" exclaimed Verkimier, with a look of surprise which was greatly intensified by the rotundity of the blue spectacles. "Vell, I don't feel to vant safing joost at present." "It is not that danger threatens you so much as your friend the Rajah," returned the hermit. "But if he falls, all under his protection fall along with him.
Verkimier was not quite pleased with this explanation, but there was a sort of indescribable power about the hermit, when he was resolved to have his way, that those whom he led found it impossible to resist.
But the scarcity of these was somewhat compensated by the rich and brilliant colouring of the foliage. The abundance and variety of the ferns also struck the youth particularly. "Ah! zey are magnificent!" exclaimed Verkimier with enthusiasm. "Look at zat tree-fern. You have not'ing like zat in England eh! I have found nearly von hoondred specimens of ferns. Zen, look at zee fruit-trees.
Next morning Nigel entered the forest under the guidance of Verkimier and the Dyak youth, and the orang-utan, which followed like a dog, and sometimes even took hold of its master's arm and walked with him as if it had been a very small human being. It was a new experience to Nigel to walk in the sombre shade beneath the tangled arches of the wilderness.
He saw nothing consciously, he heard nothing, but there stole over him, somehow, the feeling of a dread presence! Was he asleep? Was it nightmare? No, it was night-tiger! He knew it, somehow; he felt it but he could not see it. To face death is easy enough according to some people but to face nothing at all is at all times trying. Verkimier felt it to be so at that moment.
The creature looked helplessly incapable, pitifully unwilling, scratching its side the while. Evidently it was a lazy monkey. "Do you hear?" said Verkimier, sternly. The orang moved uneasily, but still declined to go. Turning sharply on it, the professor bent down, placed a hand on each of his knees and stared through the blue goggles into the animal's face. This was more than it could stand.
Verkimier was not quite pleased with this explanation, but there was a sort of indescribable power about the hermit, when he was resolved to have his way, that those whom he led found it impossible to resist.
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