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poled, another steered with a paddle, and in the 

 centre sat a fine- looking old Malay. 



"It is Eaja Alang," said To'Kaya. 



We stopped for a while to exchange the greetings 

 and the courtesies due to, and expected from, our 

 various ranks. Then we parted, and at the next 

 bend of the river the great forest swept down again 

 to the bank on either side, shutting us off from 

 the view of aught else, and telling us that the 

 little village of Bentong now lay behind us. 



