 in a court of obalines, eminates, taking up their swords, preparing for war against the handful of whites whom you represent. Listen now, as the scape brings you after the others this exciting story of matter of conscience. All of this happened because the East India Islands were still the Netherlands Indies and the island of Bali was a part of that group. There are a lot of things they tell you about Bali in posters and brochures of the maidens with their grace have performed the flowers, the music, and the exotic dances. All these are charms for the appetite of the civilized Westerners but that is also the matter of the native character. I know these things because I was the government president at the time. A number of people still remember what took place. I am proud that you remember, but nobody talks about it anymore. When you consider that it caused a native uprising and cut off the tourist traffic for two months, it is a better thing to forget. Clouds and my office was in Singaraja, which then was a town of some 12,000 in the north of Bali. The matter began one afternoon in November. An English Pressure ship had arrived the day before I had received a visit from an old and Bali friend, the ship captain Logan. As a matter of fact, the captain was drinking tea with me when he was a hoax-strapping champion. I haven't seen you as nervous. When are you in? Good afternoon, sir. You're not met Captain Logan. No, you're from the English ship. Yes, how do you do? When your hoax-strapping is my assistant. Would you have a cup of tea? Please, sit down. May I have a few words with you alone? Of course, I'll get along. I don't know where to be. If you do say yes, we'll confirm you as well. I've just heard that a terrible thing has happened. What? What? Terrible thing. The temple of Turing has been dedicated. A party of the English visitors, three of them, made their way to the inner court unseen by the guide and made a triple mockery of one of the sculptors there. They're from my ship. They're snorted out of the temple. Young men from what I am old. Lord, I might have known those three boys from Nextford College. I might have known them. Must have, exactly, that they do hoax-strapping. You know the stature of Gannish in the temple? Yes, yes, yes. They used one of the extremities as a resting place for a hat. Good Lord. It's far worse when you're even worse. They've run off with two of the young females. My heaven. Temple dancers? Yes, Lord. You're blessed. I mean, Captain, those women might well be female priests. Have you notified the police or extravagan? I only heard it a moment ago. I thought it's best to consult with you. Oh, good, good. Has there been any trouble yet? I don't know. I don't know. Captain, I want you to see that everyone of your passengers see that board ship immediately. It can be. I should have to go to Surin to see the head priest. Oh, this is a nasty thing. I don't mind carrying you. The Balinese are proud people. And on that day, damage had been done to their pride. My heavens, I had no idea how much damage until I met the high priest. He received me in the inner core of the temple. My dear Lenin, it has been a long time since you, people, and mine have spilled blood. Are you speaking after Dutch government or fighting them? Both. We are peace-loving. I do not need to tell you that. But today there is anger within us. I cannot say where it may lead. Because of the foolish and heartless antics of boys, they will be damaged. They will, my dear. As a friend, they will be dealt with. Have I not already been fair with you, my darling? Oh, wait a minute. Then let me attend to the matter. You may do as you wish. You are the government resident. Will you tell me, have you found the young men? By now they may have been found. And the women? They, too, will be dealt with. They were not priests. No. But they have brought shame upon us. One is my own daughter, Lenin. I am sorry. Now you must forgive me, Menier. I have duties to attend. Lenin, you are an educated man. You know the English men. I have duties to attend. Lenin, you are an educated man. You know the English men. You know the English men. Men, no harm without stupidity and ignorance. I cannot believe they would harm your daughter. Good afternoon, Menier. Of course, I could not exactly blame the High Priest. But to allow sympathy to interfere with my duty was impossible. Before the thing went any further, it had to be stopped. There had not been a native uprising for over 30 years. And I, frankly, valued my position too much to allow one now. Bali is quite a luxurious place to spend one's life, you see. I went to the councilman, Menier, feeling and discussed the matter with him. I wondered what had happened when they arrived. It also gathered too quiet for this time of the day. And I don't like the sound of that gong. Do you think they would take up arms? Oh, I doubt it. I very much doubt it. Then we must be positive, must be. I told you that the governor has not heard about this. No, I haven't. No, it would mean our job. I tell you frankly, I'm worried the Balinese seems to have disappeared. There wasn't a soul about it. And I came down. The tourist back aboard the ship, I imagine, so kept the log on by seeing to it. And my son would not say what had happened to the idiot boys who did this. No, no, but you know the old man more than likely his daughter and the other one ran off with them of their own accord. All the girls love me, sir. Unfortunately, this time it is the head priest's daughter. Excuse me. Hello, constable Singh. What? And if you can, since they are off. What happened? Yes, they'll be along straight away. What happened? It's chaotic. Hello, Cornelius. I want every available man on the street in two minutes. Do you understand? What has happened? No, no, it's the natives. They're running amok. I just got a call from the constable. I'll explain to you later. Have you a pistol in their way? No, my, my heavens, no. Singh, you're out attacking. What have they done, Cornelius? They're tearing about bullet length, waving their swords all over the place. Searching for light. As much as I could get over the fort. Well, it had happened. That lazy delightful island. Those lovely hospitable people had seemingly gone mad with anger over the antiques of three tourists, boys from an English school. I could not believe it, but there it was. Bali was in the midst of an uprising. We drove in a small lorry to Bullenang. When we got there, there was another sign of life in the town. I don't mind telling you, I was frightened. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. In here I was walking along the street with a pistol in my hand. Cornelius, help your man patrol the whole. Have you had any trouble with royalism? Yes, sir. Where is everyone? I don't like this one. The town is completely empty. But they would not leave their shops open like that. They would if the temple people ordered them to. You must have run off to the hills. Any fights living here but you know what? None of the natives' quarrels. They're just visiting for some reason or other. I really think I had better notify the governor. He says things... They heard about it at Patong. It's already spread in here. They are sick. What? What? You see somebody? Well, I thought they heard your chap showing up. I thought you were savages for a moment. These little devils, where did they go? We should like to know that too. Are you from the ship? Yes, I should surely well say that I am. This is bad form, you know. Or flip bad form. Would you mind telling us what happened? Well actually, I happened to forget. One moment I was examining some rather great idols in the shop over there and then a hair the screaming Balinese wrought under those jibbering and brandishing perfectly huge swords. I managed to get away in high. It's not good enough, you know. You Dutch chap ought to do something about it. Just one moment, please. Is there anyone else with you? With me. No, not at the moment. No, no. I met with the other two chap and went back to the boat. You are not by any chance one of the three young men from Lexford College. Oh, marvelous. How... Oh, that's a course. It's a tie, right? You started now. You realize that? I think apart now. I think okay. And who are you? I am the Dutch resident here. Raymond. And this is the chief customer. We're near Curlie. Oh, well, well, how do you do? I'm Reginald Mockridge. You are under arrest, Minier Mockridge. That's arrest? That's impossible. I'm a British soldier. You and your friends went into the temple of Burying today and became in a shocking manner. What has become of the native girls? They're from my church house. I haven't the foggy of those. Not the foggy. I understand that the whole island is in a state of reward because of your stupidity. Yes, you are too. They are found by the natives. They will most certainly be killed. Can you understand? Who in the actual is with them? They are not. They're coming back. They must have seen us from the hills. Come on. We've got to get back to the Rory. All right. I say, that's the sort of thing happen here all the time. I mean, actually, not until you are my Minier. This is not happening. This is strange. He earned it and ate. You think they seem to have them back? It's too late. They've got around behind us. Look, why, Joe? Why, Joe, they must be hundreds of them. What? Why are they there? How do you think they could have? I don't know. They can't stand them off here. I say, hello. Some of your chap's hearing it this way. In here. In here. They have surrounded the whole town. We fired over their heads. What did you do? We had to hold out here until he has come. I'm going to go out with Annihilation if you've got Cornelius. Only the regular issue will be there. They're one of us. Not calling the English. You're just being ready to attack me. Yes. Yes, quick. That's hot. We'll have to make a run for it. Now. I have always been extremely fond of the Balinese people. Their feasts, dances, and music. They're all together carefree and so favorit men are alive. But on that day, the island of Bali was the last place on earth in which I wanted to be. Constable Curran is a boy named Cornelius. Four native policemen. The English college boy, Margaret, sent myself, found refuge in the native hut and awaited the attack. As I said, the entire population of Brunei-Lang were descending upon a farm with swords, knives, and cloth. It's worth hitting. We can't raise ammunition. Very well said. I'll say, everybody who has got an extra gun for me, needs to market, get back against the wall, and stay there. Kindly remember you are under our eyes. Oh. There's something in the wall. Perhaps they've come to their senses. I say, look, they've got Foggy and Harrison. Foggy and Harrison. We're doing this together. So, Foggy and Harrison, you're now quite well with the Englishmen. Will you give me five minutes to think it over? We could see from the doorway as a half dozen natives took the two young Englishmen down the road and out of fight. Maybang stood across the street from us, and about him were an incredible number of men, silent and quiet. To me, it was as though the whole of the Balinese male population must be not really caring whether we would agree to give up market each or not. They would be just as happy to kill us. Oh, it may break them off. No. There must be another way. Well, you mean to say it was simply to sit here and allow their chance to be murdered? Well, I won't. You give me a gun and I'll go on out. Not to market each. You are very young and very foolish. You would be cut to pieces in five seconds, and your friends would die much more slowly. Oh, really? Those are supposed to be on their way. I am afraid we will all be quite dead by then, Curtis. You know, it is more the matter of me, the young daughter, I think, than the defecation of the temper. He is very proud. If he does not go through with this, he is afraid. They're going to just fight their war. How much time have we got left? I wonder. What? We might be able to hit out. It is very flimsy. Even so? Well, there were only half a dozen colonies with the two boys. If we could get down there before Maybach knew we were gone, I'd say so. You might not be able to reach them. I do not want to do it, Curtis, but I can't see any other way. Can you? It's better to take market each. At least we can possibly save one of them. I do mind, sir, you will do as you are for it. I think I even surprised myself. I mean, here was I giving order as though I was a foreign military leader. It was extraordinary. And I was completely paralyzed with fear when I thought of what Maybach would do to us if we say, I haven't fight. I did not want to die, and most certainly not by Eastern methods. It seemed an age before I heard Curlin say that we were ready to go. For Maybach's benefit I had walked up and down in front of the doorway, keeping up a steady stream of aimless conversations. I hope that my disappearance would not be noticed for the last minutes or so of our case. If I have my guns, thank you, sir. I'll get help as quickly as you can from the area. Just maybe a little bit of comfort for me, Curlin. And then without any shooting we can accomplish the same thing. I have an idea that without the others, the guards might be inclined to be a little more peaceful. At any rate, we can try to move out from the alleyway behind it on the edge. The guards have their backs to us. And then, of course, it had to be one of the college boys who gave us away to see their faces as they cut side of us. They were like children, cut with their hands in the jam pot. And luckily for us they did not make a sound, simply dropped their sword in the opposite direction to her Maybach and his warriors were waiting. I took one last look at the stakes, the burning fire, and ended all the torment of courage. I can see it at my heels. Higher than we all ran for the hills behind the town and the safety of Shingaracha. There the soldiers arrived, and that was the end of it. Heavy to the open valley we separated. But there was still the question of what to do. It may have been hard to reserve it, so did the Englishman. I talked to the Governor and the Englishman to lend custom roles and then the communications were made between them and the Foreign Secretary and the Dutch Home Government. It was quite a problem. And finally, it was Mr. Marklich who did the right thing. As he said, it was a matter of courage. When it was my fault to keep it, I realized that. Well then, I just think she was really understanding a little thing in her life, you know? Yes. And I'm sensing that I can see that I saw that his daughter spent it on her. Well, I suppose it could be put to rights, don't you know? I mean, he might have it by himself. Isn't that what you say? That is what I sense. Yes, well, right. Then I'll marry her. Oh, really? Yes, yes, don't you think? My people are disgustingly well off. We can do it. And then when I get him to do them, we'll get him to born. All very hush-hush, of course. Because money will be totally, at least, I can do. After all, it will just save my life. And I'm a terrible... And then this puts the other chefs in the career, you see? And then we can... This all goes on. It was up to me then. I did. I'm a little bit government and the British... I think she was quite surprised, but she had no idea what it was all about. That I am sure she cared less. That being one of the... the lives of these Balinese men. They're ingeniousness. But she agreed to marry Mr. Markridge if he offered an end to the matter. Maybang was a little patchy for the next two months or so, and the governor thought it wiser to close the Balinese force to tourist ships until things calmed down. One rather odd thing, though, Maybang's daughter never did return to a Western civilization, must have been secretly... for she remained Mrs. Markridge, and the last time I heard from them, she's making a brilliant career for herself as a ballet dancer. I'm the mother of twins. I have conscience, by and wide, in Harry Bartell, which supervision is by John... ...type of natives, who either make you their king...