206 TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS 
I dropped from the tree and walked forward 
cautiously to the spot where my rifle had fallen; 
then, armed, I stood watching him in the throes 
of death. None of the Malays had followed me, 
and, when I told them to come down, they refused. 
Finally, to convince them that there was no danger, 
I put a 50-110 explosive bullet behind the beast’s 
shoulder. 
We dug a grave for Ali and buried him; then 
we gathered our material and started back for 
the kampong. My fever was so bad that the medi- 
cine in my kit did me little good; for hours at a 
time, I was unconscious and had to be carried. At 
the kampong, I rested for several days, gathering 
strength to make the trip to the coast. . 
When I went to see the Sultan at Trengganu, 
before taking the boat to Singapore, he regarded 
me severely and said: “Tuan, why have I given 
you big concessions in land? Is it because I want 
you to go out and kill yourself in capturing ani- 
mals?’ He seemed satisfied when I told him that 
my days as an animal capturer were over, and that, 
after a trip home, I should return to Trengganu, 
to make my fortune in more peaceful ways. 
At Singapore, I saw my doctor, who looked me 
over and told me that any more escapades in the 
jungle would be the last of me. He ordered me to 
leave the country at once and I took passage on a 
steamer sailing the next week. 
Then I hurried off to Palembang, where I had 
