The Argus Pheasant Part 23
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"Devil take you, is this the way you keep guard?" Van Slyck roared and leaped at the man. His sword flashed from its scabbard and he brought the flat of the blade on the unhappy wretch's head. The Javanese dropped like a log.
"Bring that carrion to the guard-house and put some one on the gate that can keep his eyes open," Van Slyck shouted to young Lieutenant Banning, officer of the day. White to the lips, Banning saluted, and executed the orders.
In barracks that night the soldiers whispered fearfully to each other that a _budjang brani_ (evil spirit) had seized their captain again.
CHAPTER XIII
A FEVER ANTIDOTE
"You have found Bulungan a difficult province to govern, _mynheer_?"
Peter Gross asked.
The words were spoken in a mild, ingratiating manner. Peter Gross's voice had the friendly quality that so endeared him to all who made his acquaintance, and the harshness that had distinguished his curt dismissal of the supercilious Van Slyck was wholly absent.
Muller wiped away the drops of perspiration that had gathered on his forehead. A prey to conscience, Van Slyck's dismissal had seemed to him the beginning of the end.
"_Ach, mynheer_," he faltered, "it has been a heavy task. Too much for one man, altogether too much. Since Mynheer de Jonge left here two years ago I have been both resident and _controlleur_. I have worked night and day, and the heavy work, and the worry, have made me almost bald."
That a connection existed between baldness and overwork was a new theory to Peter Gross and rather amusing, since he knew the circ.u.mstances. But not the faintest flicker of a smile showed on his face.
"You have found it difficult, then, I presume, to keep up with all your work?" he suggested.
Muller instantly grasped at the straw. "Not only difficult, _mynheer_, but wholly impossible," he vehemently affirmed. "My reports are far behind. I suppose his excellency told you that?"
He scanned Peter Gross's face anxiously. The latter's serenity remained undisturbed.
"His excellency told me very little," he replied. "He suggested that I consult with you and Captain Van Slyck to get your ideas on what is needed for bettering conditions here. I trust I will have your cooperation, _mynheer_?"
Muller breathed a silent sigh of relief. "That you will, _mynheer_," he a.s.sured fervently. "I shall be glad to help you all I can. And so will Kapitein Van Slyck, I am sure of that. You will find him a good man--a little proud, perhaps, and headstrong, like all these soldiers, but an experienced officer." Muller nodded sagely.
"I am glad to hear that," Peter Gross replied. "The work is a little new to me--I presume you know that?"
"So I heard, _mynheer_. This is your first post as resident?"
Peter Gross's eyelids quivered a trifle. Muller's admission revealed that he had had correspondence with Ah Sing, for from no other source could the news have leaked out.
"This is my first post," he acknowledged.
"Possibly you have served as _controlleur_?" Muller suggested.
"I am a sailor," Peter Gross replied. "This is my first state appointment."
"Then my experience may be of value to you, _mynheer_," Muller declared happily. "You understand accounts, of course?"
"In a measure. But I am more a sailor than a supercargo, _mynheer_."
"To be sure, to be sure," Muller acquiesced heartily. "A sailor to the sea and to fighting in the bush, and a penman to his books. Leave the accounts to me; I will take care of them for you, _mynheer_. You will have plenty to do, keeping the tribes in order. It was more than I could do. These Dyaks and Malays are good fighters."
"So I have been told," Peter Gross a.s.sented dryly.
"They told you correctly, _mynheer_. But they will get a stern master now--we have heard of your work at Lombock, _mynheer_."
The broad compliment was accompanied by an even broader smile. Muller was very much pleased with himself, and thought he was handling a delicate situation in a manner that Van Slyck himself could not have improved upon.
Peter Gross's gravity did not relax. "How are the natives? Do you have much difficulty?" he inquired.
Muller a.s.sumed a wobegone expression. "_Ach, mynheer_," he exclaimed dolorously, "those hill Dyaks are devils. It is one raid after another; they will not let us alone. The rice-fields are swept bare. What the Dyaks do not get, the floods and typhoons get, and the weevils eat the stubble. We have not had a crop in two years. The rice we gathered for taxes from those villages where there was a little blessing on the harvest we had to distribute among the villages where the crop failed to keep our people from starving. That is why we could not s.h.i.+p to Batavia.
I wish his excellency would come here himself and see how things are; he would not be so critical about the taxes that are not paid."
"Do the coast Dyaks ever make trouble?" Peter Gross asked.
Muller glanced at him shrewdly.
"It is the hill Dyaks who begin it, _mynheer_. Sometimes my coast Dyaks lose their heads when their crops are burned and their wives and children are stolen, but that is not often. We can control them better than we can the hill people, for they are nearer us. Of course a man runs amuck occasionally, but that you find everywhere."
"I hear there is a half-white woman who wields a great influence over them," Peter Gross remarked. "Who is she?"
"You mean Koyala, _mynheer_. A wonderful woman with a great influence over her people; they would follow her to death. That was a wise act, _mynheer_, to persuade his excellency to cancel the offer he made for her person. Bulungan will not forget it. You could not have done anything that pleases the people more."
"She is very beautiful, I have heard," Peter Gross remarked pensively.
Muller glanced at him sharply, and a quick spasm of jealousy contracted his features. The resident might like a pretty face, too, was his instant thought; it was an angle he had not bargained for. This Mynheer Gross was strong and handsome, young--altogether a dangerous rival. His mellow good nature vanished.
"That depends on what you call beauty," he said surlily. "She is a witch-woman, and half Dyak."
Peter Gross looked up in pretended surprise.
"Well, _mynheer_, I am astonished. They told me in Batavia--" He checked himself abruptly.
"What did they tell you in Batavia?" Muller demanded eagerly.
Peter Gross shook his head. "I should not have spoken, _mynheer_. It was only idle gossip."
"Tell me, _mynheer_," Muller pleaded. "_Lieve hemel_, this is the first time in months that some one has told me that Batavia still remembers Muller of Bulungan."
"It was only idle rumor," Peter Gross deprecated. "I was told you were going to marry--naturally I believed--but of course as you say it's impossible--"
"I to marry?" Muller exclaimed. "Who? Koyala?"
Peter Gross's silence was all the confirmation the _controlleur_ needed.
A gratified smile spread over his face; he was satisfied now that the resident had no intention of being his rival.
"They say that in Batavia?" he asked. "Well, between you and me, _mynheer_, I would have to look far for a fairer bride."
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