Four Frightened People Page #2

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Many in herd. Must

go round, otherwise...

Nonsense! You're not afraid, are you?

Natural. Seladang would kill me.

Sometimes it's intelligent to be afraid.

Come on!

Quick!

Montague, are you sure you're going

to get us back to that trail all right?

Best English make, me, Tuan.

Very soon now, I shall exhibit

trail again. You'd better exhibit it.

He certainly had.

It's most important to our

International Congress...

that I should be in New York on time.

The paper I'm going to read indicates

18%% progress towards our objective.

What objective?

Fewer babies.

Oh, Mr. Ainger, you said you

simply had to be back to...

Quiet man, isn't he?

I simply must get back

by the first of the month.

The school board would just let

me out, and I couldn't afford that.

I borrowed the money from my uncle.

I live with them to make this trip.

Oh, nice.

Judy? Yes?

Now, we are two women

and utterly alone here.

And while I'm sure Mr. Corder and

Mr. Ainger are both gentlemen...

still, we must stick together

and present a solid front.

I don't understand.

We'll have to camp, won't

we, with these two men?

Have you thought of the night?

No. No, I couldn't.

I wouldn't think of it.

You're entirely too bold.

It's insulting to me that you'd

take such a thing for granted...

and I object to it.

Mr. Corder took it for granted that you'd sleep

with the rest of us for your protection.

I think I may say that neither of us

has even thought of you as a woman.

So, for heaven's sake, stop turning

everything into a sex problem...

and go to sleep.

Mr. Ainger, you're a

very disagreeable old man.

Why, dear, he's not old.

Come along, now. The sandman's calling.

Being a geography teacher, Miss Jones...

you ought to realize that

this isn't Central Park.

And if it'll make you feel any easier,

I'll admit I have no designs on you.

You just don't affect

us he-men like that...

so take it easy and join the club, huh?

I didn't think you'd be horrid, too.

Nice bed. Juloh-juloh leaf.

It's rather public, isn't it?

No. Banyan tree, elegant roof.

Mr. Ainger?

You didn't mention me in connection

with our sleeping arrangements...

but I suppose the assurances

you gave Miss Jones...

apply to me, too?

Hmm?

Mmm.

Thank you.

It...

I'm coming.

It's nothing.

Isn't there any way out of this cage?

You've been three days

getting us back to that trail.

Montague, are we lost?

But Malaya is such a small place.

Not as big as...

Well, let me see. Iowa.

But lowa has better roads.

Maybe if we just visualized

it, and then could find north.

Malay Peninsula is bounded

on the north by Siam...

on the south by the Strait of Singapore,

on the east by the China Sea...

on the west by the Strait of Malacca.

"Water, water everywhere

And not a drop to drink."

Do you have to be

disagreeable, Mr. Ainger?

Sorry. It's my stomach.

Are you lost, Montague? Are you?

I not familiar this

part of jungle, Tuan.

So, by Allah, perhaps we lost.

Yes! See here! You can't do this to me!

No. Not to the New York Globe.

Oh, dry up!

Now, now, boys.

I've got out of worse jams than this.

Get us out of this one, then.

I've got to be back by the third.

Well, I'm not happy

revolving around here...

with the information I've got for

Washington burning me like a hot coal.

Don't be discouraged.

You'll get us out.

You bet I'll get you out! Come on,

Ainger. Women and children first.

Come on, Montague.

Mrs. Mardick.

And tonight, I have some playing

cards I use for solitaire...

One club.

Spade.

This does make you forget the

danger and everything, doesn't it?

I'm so glad I thought of it.

Oh!

Just monkey.

Your bid. Oh, I'm sorry.

A club and a spade were

bid. Yes, yes. Two clubs.

I pass.

I'll save you, Ainger.

Two spades.

I pass. Content.

Very good. Play it.

Oh, yes. That's splendid, partner.

Oh, Mr. Corder...

there's something on your shirt...

with a lot of legs.

There's the lead.

Aren't I an extraordinary

dummy, Mr. Corder?

Very.

Why didn't you bid more? More?

Montague, what kind of

a bird is that thing?

Brain fever bird, Tuan.

To listen to this infidel too long is

to become very unfortunate in the head.

Rot.

Everything's in the

mind, don't you think?

Fear, I mean.

I just wanted to stretch.

Have you gone to bed with another ace?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My imagination just won't

let me discard the jungle.

It seems so full of things.

All right, Cinderella,

a heart was called for.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

This is quite picnicky, isn't it?

Depending on how one looks at it.

There's many a slip.

That was well played, partner.

This reminds me of the

last bridge game I played...

during the Chinese

defense of Shihkiachwang.

We correspondents had a game

with some of the generals.

It was 40 below zero outside.

The Japs kept coming at them, until finally

the Chinamen charged out with the bayonet.

Gory business. Reminded

me of Bunker Hill.

Were you there, too?

Well, I suppose the noise can't hurt us.

Heaven knows, Alfred

makes noise enough at home.

It's your play, dear.

Oh, I must have dropped a card.

Here it is.

I guess I'm just not lucky.

Oh, those mosquitoes.

They don't bite me. Funny.

No, it isn't.

Maybe they don't like

your disposition either.

Cracking jokes? That's the...

Judy, don't move.

It's a snake.

Cobra. Death in four minutes.

Good work, Corder.

Well, that's strike one on the jungle.

Excuse me.

Lucky I hit it.

Lucky for me.

You saved my life.

This is Judith, Stewart.

Judy, I mean.

You called me Judy tonight, remember?

When you were so brave and

saved me from the cobra.

Montague, you seen my shoes?

No, Tuan.

Mrs. Mardick.

Yoo-hoo.

Breakfast. Coming.

Aren't men fussy about their food?

Robinson Crusoe ate leaves.

Stupid book.

Come, dear. I'm hungry.

Where are my...

What the...

Who did this?

You should have had more sense than

to stick your shoes in the fire to dry.

Montague!

Yes, Tuan.

What nitwit put my shoes

in that fire last night?

I don't know. Maybe, perhaps monkeys.

Best English make. Like me.

Don't wisecrack me, you clown!

In addition to everything

else, do I have to go barefoot?

Who did this?

Shoes don't walk away.

Who burned up my shoes?

I did it.

Oh.

But they were so wet. I

was only trying to help.

Why pick on me?

If you're going to run

around burning shoes...

what's the matter with Ainger's shoes?

Oh, my shoes aren't romantic

enough, thank you very much.

Please forgive me. I was

afraid you'd catch pneumonia.

So now, barefoot, I can get lockjaw.

No, please, I didn't realize.

Now listen.

You've been enough of a

nuisance on this party.

The only way you can help is

to keep quiet and stand still.

You're not running this geography class.

Now, now, Mr. Corder.

You, too!

I'll show you. I'll cut

soles out of my shirtfront.

Stewart Corder.

So everything I do is wrong, is it?

Well, that's not news to me.

I've heard it all my life from

the relatives who brought me up.

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