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"You say that Dato Ynoch is pursuing you?" "Yes, yes, that is him in the first prau," excitedly replied Piang. "Well, Piang, it is Ynoch that brings the Sabah here to-day. We thank you, my boy, for tempting him into the open." When the Moro boy disclosed Ynoch's identity, a grim smile settled over Governor Findy's face. "Man the guns, Captain!" commanded General Beech in his dignified, quiet way.
A tall, amazingly fat man stepped to the platform. His back seemed oddly familiar to Piang, as well as the slinking gait, the shambling step. Straining his eyes, Piang waited. Dato Ynoch raised his hand for silence and turned toward the waiting populace. Piang nearly cried out as he caught sight of the face. Oily of hair, oily of eye was this Dato out-law.
An ear, which appeared to have slipped from the side of the oily head and lodged on a fold of the fat neck, had in reality been neatly carved from its proper place by an enraged slave and poorly replaced by a crude surgeon. A bamboo tube had been inserted in the original ear-drum. "Sicto!" gasped Piang. The mysterious Dato Ynoch, was Sicto, the mestizo.
After many hours the priestess led the way to the water and Ynoch placed Papita in her gala vinta and pushed her out into the stream. He got into another, and the two boats nosed each other while the crowd showered them with oils and perfumes. When the command came to part, each boat shot off in an opposite direction.
It was certainly a marriage feast that the women were preparing. Piang flushed with excitement at an unusually loud beating of tom-toms; the chief was coming. Piang had long wished to see this terrible Ynoch. Weird stories of his terrible personality, his disfigured countenance were widespread.
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