IN THE EYE OP DAY 207 



the surrounding country for tracks, we headed for 

 the mountains across the border in Selangor; 

 climbing most of the time, coming every now and 

 then to little flats of lalang, winding around high 

 hills and across small streams, of which there were 

 a number with excellent water. The jungle was 

 thick, yet without the multiplicity of briars and 

 thorned things I had found elsewhere in the Penin- 

 sula. We saw plenty of fresh deer and pig tracks, 

 and one day, as we sat on the bank of a stream 

 eating luncheon, a large sambar buck, carrying a 

 fine head, came out at our very side, and, after 

 looking us over an instant, plunged across stream 

 directly in front of us. Our guns were stacked 

 some feet away— but we did not want the deer; 

 meat we carried and each of us had long before 

 secured a head. 



There were also elephant tracks; but thus far 

 no seladang tracks fresher than the ones first seen, 

 and even these were becoming fewer. As the 

 country itself grew to interest me less I came to 

 take closer note of Noa Anak, and it was not long 

 before I became convinced that not only was he 

 without knowledge of a seladang range, but he was 

 entirely without bearings as to our own precise 

 location— plainly lost, in other words. Scott 

 doubted this at first, but finally agreed with me, 

 and we then took Noa aside, so the others might 



