"Beware!" exclaimed Dain; "this woman belongs to me!"Nina wrenched herself free and looked straight at Almayer's angry face.
"No, I will not go," she said with desperate energy. "If he dies I shall die too!""You die!" said Almayer, contemptuously. "Oh, no! You shall live a life of lies and deception till some other vagabond comes along to sing; how did you say that? The song of love to you!
Make up your mind quickly."
He waited for a while, and then added meaningly--"Shall I call out to Ali?"
"Call out," she answered in Malay, "you that cannot be true to your own countrymen. Only a few days ago you were selling the powder for their destruction; now you want to give up to them the man that yesterday you called your friend. Oh, Dain," she said, turning towards the motionless but attentive figure in the darkness, "instead of bringing you life I bring you death, for he will betray unless I leave you for ever!"Dain came into the circle of light, and, throwing his arm around Nina's neck, whispered in her ear--"I can kill him where he stands, before a sound can pass his lips. For you it is to say yes or no. Babalatchi cannot be far now."He straightened himself up, taking his arm off her shoulder, and confronted Almayer, who looked at them both with an expression of concentrated fury, "No!" she cried, clinging to Dain in wild alarm. "No! Kill me!
Then perhaps he will let you go. You do not know the mind of a white man. He would rather see me dead than standing where I am.
Forgive me, your slave, but you must not." She fell at his feet sobbing violently and repeating, "Kill me! Kill me!""I want you alive," said Almayer, speaking also in Malay, with sombre calmness. "You go, or he hangs. Will you obey?"Dain shook Nina off, and, making a sudden lunge, struck Almayer full in the chest with the handle of his kriss, keeping the point towards himself.
"Hai, look! It was easy for me to turn the point the other way,"he said in his even voice. "Go, Tuan Putih," he added with dignity. "I give you your life, my life, and her life. Iam the slave of this woman's desire, and she wills it so."There was not a glimmer of light in the sky now, and the tops of the trees were as invisible as their trunks, being lost in the mass of clouds that hung low over the woods, the clearing, and the river.
Every outline had disappeared in the intense blackness that seemed to have destroyed everything but space. Only the fire glimmered like a star forgotten in this annihilation of all visible things, and nothing was heard after Dain ceased speaking but the sobs of Nina, whom he held in his arms, kneeling beside the fire. Almayer stood looking down at them in gloomy thoughtfulness. As he was opening his lips to speak they were startled by a cry of warning by the riverside, followed by the splash of many paddles and the sound of voices.
"Babalatchi!" shouted Dain, lifting up Nina as he got upon his feet quickly.
"Ada! Ada!" came the answer from the panting statesman who ran up the path and stood amongst them. "Run to my canoe," he said to Dain excitedly, without taking any notice of Almayer. "Run!
we must go. That woman has told them all!""What woman?" asked Dain, looking at Nina. Just then there was only one woman in the whole world for him.
"The she-dog with white teeth; the seven times accursed slave of Bulangi. She yelled at Abdulla's gate till she woke up all Sambir. Now the white officers are coming, guided by her and Reshid. If you want to live, do not look at me, but go!""How do you know this?" asked Almayer.
"Oh, Tuan! what matters how I know! I have only one eye, but Isaw lights in Abdulla's house and in his campong as we were paddling past. I have ears, and while we lay under the bank Ihave heard the messengers sent out to the white men's house.""Will you depart without that woman who is my daughter?" said Almayer, addressing Dain, while Babalatchi stamped with impatience, muttering, "Run! Run at once!""No," answered Dain, steadily, "I will not go; to no man will Iabandon this woman."
