N COURT AND KAMPONG
stones, but, for the moment, he was mad. He had come up stream a few weeks before to barter with the forest dwellers, and the flashing glance from a pair of bright eyes, set in the pale yellow face of a slender Skai girl, had blinded him, and bereft him of reason. Life no longer seemed to hold anything of good for him unless Chp, the Bird, as her people called her, might be his. In the abstract he despised the Skai as heartily as ever, but, for the sake of this girl, he smothered his feelings, dwelt among her people as one of themselves, losing thereby the last atom of his self-respect, and finally consented to risk his soul's salvation by joining in their superstitious ceremonies. Yet all this sacrifice had hitherto been unavailing, for Chp was the wife of a Skai named Ku-sh, or the Porcupine, who guarded her jealously, and gave Kria no opportunity of prosecuting his intimacy with the girl.
On her side, she had quickly divined that Kria had fallen a victim to her charms, and, as he was younger than Ku-sh, richer, and, moreover, a Malay, a man of a superior race, she was both pleased and flattered. No one who knows what a Skai's life is, nor of the purely haphazard manner in which they are allowed to grow up, would dream of looking for principle in a Skai woman, or would expect her to resist a temptation. The idea of right and wrong, as we understand it, never probably occurred to Chp, and all she waited for was a fitting time at which to elope with her Malay lover.
, Their chance came on the night of the Harvest Home. In the darkness Kria crept close to Chp, and, when the chant was at its loudest, he whispered in, Their chance came on the night of the Harvest Home. In the darkness Kria crept close to ChA p, and, when the chant was at its loudest, he whispered in