CHAPTER TWO 

Babalatchi ceased speaking. Lingard shifted his feet a little, uncrossed his arms, and shook his head slowly. The narrative of the events in Sambir, related from the point of view of the astute statesman, the sense of which had been caught here and there by his inattentive ears, had been yet like a thread to guide him out of the sombre labyrinth of his thoughts; and now he had come to the end of it, out of the tangled past into the pressing necessities of the present. With the palms of his hands on his knees, his elbows squared out, he looked down on Babalatchi who sat in a stiff attitude, inexpressive and mute as a talking doll the mechanism of which had at length run down. 

"You people did all this," said Lingard at last, "and you will be sorry for it before the dry wind begins to blow again. Abdulla's voice will bring the Dutch rule here." 

Babalatchi waved his hand towards the dark doorway. 

"There are forests there. Lakamba rules the land now. Tell me, Tuan, do you think the big trees know the name of the ruler? No. They are born, they grow, they live and they die--yet know not, feel not. It is their land." 

"Even a big tree may be killed by a small axe," said Lingard, drily. "And, remember, my one-eyed friend, that axes are made by white hands. You will soon find that out, since you have hoisted the flag of the Dutch." 
What can a small axe do?
According to whom?
How many eyes did he have?
What did the one-eyed person need to recall?
What kind of flag was raised?
Who quit talking?
Who will cause the Dutch to come?
Will he regret his actions?
When?
Who is the current ruler?
Who was moving his feet?
Where did this occur?
Did Babalatchi have a relaxed posture?
What did he gesture towards?
Was it lit up?
Are trees aware of the name of their leader?
Who's land is it?
Do they have feelings?
What was the color of the hands?
Is a big axe needed?
kill a big tree
Even a big tree may be killed by a small axe
Lingard
said Lingard
unknown
unknown
axes are made by white hands
And, remember, my one-eyed friend, that axes are made by white hands
the flag of the Dutch
you have hoisted the flag of the Dutch."
Babalatchi
Babalatchi ceased speaking
Abdulla's voice
Abdulla's voice will bring the Dutch rule here
yes
and you will be sorry for it
before the dry wind begins to blow again
you will be sorry for it before the dry wind begins to blow again
Lakamba
Lakamba rules the land now.
Lingard
Lingard shifted his feet a littl
Sambir
The narrative of the events in Sambir
no
Babalatchi who sat in a stiff attitude
the doorway
Babalatchi waved his hand towards the dark doorway
no
the dark doorway
No.
do you think the big trees know the name of the ruler? No.
the trees
It is their land." 
no
They are born, they grow, they live and they die--yet know not, feel not
white .
 white hands.
no
Even a big tree may be killed by a small axe