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一家子换着睡

dth of these Siamese wilds.We● half suspected that he would resent be▓ing disturbed.At sight of the scowling f●ace that he raised when we hallooed to him ▓we were sure of it. Still we could not halt w▓here we were merely out of res●pect for romance.We beckoned to him to pad●dle ashore and set us across.He refused and s●narled back at us.We picked up the stout▓est clubs at hand and shook them at him.He▓ laughed scornfully.I threw my weapon a●t the craft.It struck the roof an▓d went through it.The priest sprang up w▓ith a whine, slipped his mooring, and, twistin▓g his face into an ugly grin

of feig▓ned amiability, paddled slowly towards us?/p>

?We sprang into the scow and five● minutes later were plunging throu▓gh the jungle beyond. The sun was s▓till well above the horizon when▓ we reached Kung Chow.The Dane had told ▓us it was twenty-two miles from Rehan▓g.Kung Chow was no ordinary jungle● village.It consisted of a bungalow of● unusual magnificence, set in the cen●ter of a clearing on the bank of the Men▓am, with a half-circle of smaller dwe●llings round about and at a respectful distanc●e from it.The

一家子换着睡

main building was th▓e residence of the “jungle king”▓; the smaller housed his servants and ret▓ainers. Of this royal person we had heard ▓much at breakfast that morning.● To the commander of Rehang he was “almo●st a fellow countryman,” as he ●hailed from Sweden.For many years he had be●en stationed at Kung Chow as manager of a com▓pany that is exploiting the teak fore●sts, and the style in which he lived▓ in spite of his isolation had won him his sobri●quet. We found him sitting in state o●n the veranda of his palace, gazing seren●ely out across the clearing.▓ The servants that hovered about h●im looked like ludicrous little m●anikins in his presence, for he ▓would have tipped the sc

一家子换着睡