With the Dyaks of Borneo: A Tale of the Head Hunters

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Brereton Frederick Sadleir. With the Dyaks of Borneo: A Tale of the Head Hunters

CHAPTER I. Tyler Richardson

CHAPTER II. Eastward Ho!

CHAPTER III. Preparing for a Journey

CHAPTER IV. A Traitor and a Villain

CHAPTER V. Escape from the Schooner

CHAPTER VI. Courage Wins the Day

CHAPTER VII. Flight across the Land

CHAPTER VIII. Meeting the Dyaks

CHAPTER IX. On Foot through the Jungle

CHAPTER X. The Pirate Stronghold

CHAPTER XI. A Midnight Encounter

CHAPTER XII. Captain of a Fleet

CHAPTER XIII. The Rajah of Sarawak

CHAPTER XIV. A Dangerous Enterprise

CHAPTER XV. Off to the River Sarebus

CHAPTER XVI. Hemmed in

CHAPTER XVII. Danger and Difficulty

CHAPTER XVIII. A Narrow Escape

CHAPTER XIX. An Attack upon the Stockades

CHAPTER XX. The End of the Chase

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How's that, my lad? There, open your eyes and look about you, and then take a sip at this glass."

Tyler felt a strong arm about his shoulders, and a hard rim of something cold against his teeth. Then a few drops of water flowed into his mouth, and instantly he was awake, though only half conscious of his surroundings.

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It would be impossible to describe the delight and happiness with which each inhabitant of the tiny cottage was filled at the good news which the admiral had brought. Captain Richardson could scarcely contain himself for joy, and but for the hip which crippled him would have strutted about the place puffed up with pride at the action of his son. As for Tyler, the prospect of a commission was so fascinating and so absolutely unexpected that he felt in a whirl, and, finding conversation impossible, snatched at his cap and went bounding along the great main road.

A month later, as the captain occupied his accustomed seat in the porch of the cottage, a cloud of dust and the clatter of wheels attracted his attention in the direction of Southampton, and instantly up went his spy-glass, one hand steadied the end, and he looked casually to see what might have caused it; for to this poor crippled officer anything, each conveyance which passed, was of interest, and served to brighten the long days. He was familiar with each of the coaches which drove along the main road, the drivers in every case saluting him with their whips as they came rattling by, and no doubt turning the next moment to the passengers seated upon the box to describe the old salt who occupied the cottage. On this occasion, however, it was no coach which had given rise to the cloud of dust, but a smaller conveyance, at the sight of which the captain was thrown into a condition of excitement.

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