Chapter 32

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​⁠Lieutenant Forbes had known what it was to bivouac in the black of night in Mindanao, surrounded by wild men native to the trees and as stealthy as the dark, and armed with blow-guns, carved, painted, sometimes studded with gems, but emitting poisonous darts. He had stood then trying to peer them out in the gloom, knowing they were there and unable to descry them.

So he stood now gripping his door-