Oakley's eyes were puzzled.
'What are you going to do?'
'Well, fortunately we've got the launch.
I'll send it to Port Wallace with a request for reinforcements.'
'But they won't be here for two days at least.'
'Well, what of it?
Prynne's dead and the estate burned to the ground.
We couldn't do any good by going up now.
I shall send a native to reconnoitre so that we can find out exactly what the rioters are doing.'
He gave Anne his charming smile.
'Believe me, my pet, the rascals won't lose anything by waiting a day or two for what's coming to them.'
Oakley opened his mouth to speak, but perhaps he hadn't the nerve.
He was a half-caste assistant manager and Alban, the DO, represented the power of the Government.
But the man's eyes sought Anne's and she thought she read in them an earnest and personal appeal.
'But in two days they're capable of committing the most frightful atrocities,' she cried. 'It's quite unspeakable what they may do.'
'Whatever damage they do they'll pay for.
I promise you that.'
'Oh, Alban, you can't sit still and do nothing.
I beseech you to go yourself at once.'
'Don't be silly.
I can't quell a riot with eight policemen and a sergeant.
I haven't got the right to take a risk of that sort.
We'd have to go in boats.
You don't think we could get up unobserved?
The lalang along the banks is perfect cover and they could just take pot shots at us as we came along.
We shouldn't have a chance.'
'I'm afraid they'll only think it weakness if nothing is done for two days, sir,' said Oakley..
'When I want your opinion I'll ask for it,' said Alban acidly.
'So far as I can see when there was danger the only thing you did was to cut and run.
I can't persuade myself that your assistance in a crisis would be very valuable.'
The half-caste reddened.
He said nothing more. He looked straight in front of him with troubled eyes.
'I'm going down to the office,' said Alban.
'I'll just write a short report and send it down the river by launch at once.'
He gave an order to the sergeant who had been standing all this time stiffly at the top of the steps.
He saluted and ran off.
Alban went into a little hall they had to get his topi. Anne swiftly followed him.
'Alban, for God's sake listen to me a minute,' she whispered.
'I don't want to be rude to you, darling, but I am pressed for time.
I think you'd much better mind your own business.'
'You can't do nothing, Alban.
You must go. Whatever the risk.'
'Don't be such a fool,' he said angrily.
He had never been angry with her before.
She seized his hand to hold him back.
'I tell you I can do no good by going.'
'You don't know.
There's the woman and Prynne's children.
We must do something to save them.
Let me come with you.