Four Frightened People Page #5

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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.

I thought you'd be different.

But you've all treated me so

much like a poor relation...

that I've wished all over

again I'd never been born!

Come, Miss Jones, I

apologize... Oh, you keep quiet!

Did I ask to be taken on this trip?

You shanghaied me.

Well, now that I know what I've

walked into, I'm walking out.

Hey, you can't get through

this jungle. I can't, can I?

Well, let me tell you something.

You've all made fun

of my name being Jones.

Well, my great-great-great-

grandfather was John Paul Jones.

He didn't write about

wars, he fought them.

Yeah! And the chemical he

messed around with was gunpowder.

What do you think of

that, you landlubbers?

Lend me that knife of yours.

She'll be back as soon

as she's had her cry.

All wise men know these things are true.

I know women.

You were pretty rough

on the child, at that.

Well, did she burn my shoes up,

or didn't she burn my shoes up?

- Miss Jones!

- Judy!

Let's call again. We must find her.

Let's all call together.

All right, ready?

Miss Jones! Judy!

There she is.

Stand still, or you'll get lost again.

Go away! Get back, quick!

That's a fine reception.

Perhaps she's still cross.

Be nice, Mr. Corder, and apologize.

Apologize?

Run! Go away! Go away!

I told you, you couldn't get through

this... There are savages all around here.

Semang.

Good heavens.

Look out! Here they come!

Keep back there!

Excuse me.

This portion of jungle

belong to this riffraff.

Well, explain to them who I am.

Well, permission to pass

will be granted, Tuan...

in return for payment of one

surprising big quantity of rice.

Oh, well, that's all right. Tell them we'll

send it to them when we get to Kintaling.

Come on, let's go. But...

this is highly embarrassing moment.

Must leave one lady

as surety for payment.

Poor dear.

But they're not cannibals, are they?

No, mem ketchil.

Well, then you won't have to

worry on that count, anyway.

They're not going to get away with this!

Oh? What are you going to do about it?

Ask Washington to send a battleship?

Montague! Tell them my paper has...

probably got an expedition

out looking for me by now.

It'll go hard with them if

they... Oh, don't talk so much.

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