one o'clock
Troops of monkeys went scattering away on all sides , and black squirrels chattered on in the perfect security of the dim obscurity . In a bit of sandy bottom , a silken-haired , zebra-striped tapir scuttled away ere we were half alive to his presence . Outside was the metallic glare of the Malayan sun once more , now at its height , and another march was before us , over the burning hot mésa . At one o'clock we came upon a half-neglected plantation . The bloody trail of the deer led through it . In the centre of the plantation we found a huge wedge-shaped attap house for drying pepper , and there we rested . Our tiffin baskets were six miles away in the dray , and sending after them was out of the question .