191- The Out Station

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are in the suffocating depths of a jungle, listening to the words of your companion, while the native people seemingly friendly and quiet are awaiting the moment to strike, which when they do will mean a fate from which there is no escape.

So listen now, as escape brings you Somerset Marn's exciting story, The Outstation. The new assistant, Alan Cooper, arrived in the afternoon.

Mr. Warbatten, the resident of the government control station, went down to the river landing stage to meet him. The guard, eight little Borneo Diaxodias, stood to attention as he passed, and he noted with satisfaction that their bearing was martial, their uniforms neat and clean, and their guns shining.

Mr. Warbatten was a rather small and precise man. He wore a taupey, spotless shirt and ducks and white shoes, and held under his arm a gold-headed Malacca cane which had been given to him by the Sultan of Parak.

As a plow who appeared round the bend in the river he felt a slight misgiving cause no doubt by the arrival of the mother white man. He was accustomed to loneliness and his own way of life.

Still he smiled affably as the boat landed and held out his hand. How do you do? Mr. Cooper, I presume? That's right. Were you expecting anyone else? My name is Robertson. I'll show you to your quarters.

The boys will bring your kit along. Feels good to walk again. I must prep to the devil from that little scout. I'm so sorry. Oh, uh, by the way, I bought your mail. Lots of newspapers in it.