Chapter 93
"It is too risky," muttered the lad. "I must find some safer hiding-place."
"So beautiful and yet so horrible," he thought, as he crouched in amongst the abundant growth, the narrow sunlit openings being visited from time to time by tiny birds whose scale-shaped feathers were dazzling in their hues as precious stones, while they were so fearless that he watched them hang suspended in the air or flit with a low hum to and fro within a few inches of his face. At another time he would be visited by b.u.t.terflies that were the very perfection of Nature's painting, while wherever the sun's rays struck down hottest the jungle was alive with glistening h.o.r.n.y-coated beetles whose elytra looked as if they had been fas.h.i.+oned out of golden, ruddy and bronze-tinted metal.
Just when the sun was beginning to sink lower and warning him that it would not be long before he would have the protection of another night, his attention was caught by a fresh rustling noise not far away, and it struck him that this might be the sound made by the returning of the builder of the hut.
So sure did the lad feel of this that he congratulated himself upon the fact that he was well hidden still amongst the foliage around, where he could suddenly start out upon the big black if he should enter the shelter.
But as the faint rustling continued, he awakened to the recollection of the previous night's alarm, for it now dawned upon him that the movement was not made by a human being, but by one of the reptiles with which he had peopled the thatch.
This was soon plain enough, and whether venomous or not it was enough to startle the watcher, as a serpent some seven or eight feet in length came into sight, travelling through the undergrowth, with its scales ever changing in tint as its folds came more or less into connection with the light that penetrated the leaves.
Murray felt the natural disgust for the lithe creature and dread of the poison fangs of which it might be the bearer, but at the same time he could not help feeling a certain admiration for its wondrous activity, the power with which it intertwined itself among the twigs and in loops and wreaths and coils, while the light played upon the burnished scales in silver greys, chestnuts and ambers, and softly subdued and floating over it as if in a haze of light, played bronze green and softened peac.o.c.k blues.
For a time the serpent seemed to be making its way towards him, and there were moments when he felt certain that he was its goal, and that two brilliant points of light shot from the two hard jewel-like eyes were marking him down.
Then all at once there was a sharp movement as if a spring had been let loose, and the mids.h.i.+pman felt paralysed for a few moments, before his hand glided to the cutla.s.s and he began to draw it slowly from its sheath ready to make a cut, for, following upon the sharp spring-like movement the serpent had disappeared, the next sound that met his ears being that of the reptile trickling, as it were, through the undergrowth in his direction.
For a few moments he could not stir, and the recollection of what he had read about the fascination displayed by snakes seemed to have a paralysing effect upon him, till his reason suggested that it was the eye that was said to produce the power described, while now the reptile had dropped out of sight amongst the undergrowth. His dread was increased, though, by the fact that the sun was rapidly pa.s.sing out of sight, according to its way in the tropics, and it began to seem to him that he would be at the mercy of what might probably be a venomous creature approaching slowly amongst the leaves.
All at once there was another quicker and sharper movement, as if something pa.s.sing amongst the undergrowth
"Enemy or friend?" Murray asked himself, and then, freed from the horror of the approaching serpent, he roused himself to try and creep silently back towards the hut.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.
"YOU DAH?"
Murray's movements were cautious in the extreme, and as he crept almost inch by inch he grew more confident of his power to do so without being heard, for the movements made by whoever it was that was drawing near were loud enough to cover his own.
To remain away from his companion during the long night was a thing not to be dreamed of, with the possibility of the companions.h.i.+p of reptiles such as he had seen; and the opportunity of creeping back unseen as well as unheard grew more and more promising as the minutes glided by, and he listened now so that he might be in no danger of losing his way. But at the same time there was the risk of this being an enemy.
How he completed his short journey he could hardly tell, for he had to battle with nervous excitement as well as with the darkness that now began to fall rapidly in the deep shades of the forest, and at the last he was attacked by a fresh trouble which was as startling as the first, and showed him beyond doubt that some one was making for the hut. He had more than once nearly convinced himself that he who approached was the huge black, who had startled him with a false alarm of danger; but somehow, when this idea was still hanging in the balance and he felt doubtful of the wisdom of making his presence known to one who might after all prove an enemy, he grasped suddenly at a fresh development, for when at last the movements to which he listened had drawn very near, he felt his heart sink with something approaching dread on his fellow sufferer's behalf, for certainly now it could not be the huge black he had seen, for two people, evidently well accustomed to thread a way through the forest, were converging upon his hiding-place, and rapidly now.
"If it were only morning!" he said to himself, as, unable to keep down his hard breathing, he covered the last few yards which lay between him and his brother mids.h.i.+pman, and then, cutla.s.s in hand, turned at bay.
The lad's experience had already been giving him lessons in wood-craft, and so it was that in his last movements he had hardly made a sound; but he had evidently been heard, for the duplex movement amongst the trees ceased at once, and a silence ensued which seemed terrible. So well was it sustained that as the lad crouched there, cutla.s.s in hand, bending over his comrade, upon whose breast he had laid one hand, it seemed to him that his own breathing and that of Roberts was all that could possibly be heard. In fact, there were moments when the lad felt ready to believe that he had been a victim to imagination, and that he had been for some time fancying the presence of a snake. Yes, those were the heavy pulsations of his own breast--of that there could be no doubt; and those others which sounded like the echoes of his own heart were as certainly the result of the beating which kept on heavily in the breast of his wounded companion. It could not be--it was impossible that any one else was near. If there had been pursuers at hand, Murray felt that they must have gone by. And as he leaned forward, staring hard above where his comrade lay insensible, and trying to pierce the darkness, he at last found himself faintly able to make out a little opening which meant feeble light that was almost darkness; and this he now recognised as being the opening he had made with the cutla.s.s by removing a portion of the leafy roof.
"We are alone," thought Murray, "and this is all half-maddening fancy."
The effort to retain silence had at last become greater than he could sustain, and even at the risk of bringing down danger upon their heads, Murray felt that he must speak--if only a word or two. If matters should come to the worst he was ready with his cutla.s.s--ready to strike, and his blow would send the enemy, if enemy it was, or even enemies, scuffling rapidly away through the forest. At any rate the lad determined that he could retain silence no longer, and drawing a long, slow, deep breath, he was about to ask who was there in some form or another, and fend off at the same time any blow that might be struck at them, when the silence was broken from close at hand, and in a low deep whisper, with the words--
"Ma.s.sa--ma.s.sa! You dah?"
And now, suffering from the strange whirl of excitement which seemed to choke all utterance, Frank Murray felt that it was impossible to reply.
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
"Ma.s.sa sailor officer, you dah?" came again; and still the mids.h.i.+pman could not respond.
"You dah?" came in an angry whisper. "You no open your mouf, sah?"
"Yes, yes," whispered Murray, recovering himself. "I could not speak.
It is you, Caesar, isn't it?"
"Caesar. Come. Big black fellow Tullus come along to get plantain; see young sailor officer. Tell Caesar. Where big sailor?"
"Tom May? I have lost him."
"Not killed, sah, and other young officer?"
"No; he is here, Caesar. Where is Mr Anderson?"
"Gone; had big fight with Huggins's men."
"Any one hurt, Caesar?"
"Caesar no don't know. Nearly get kill. Where Ma.s.sa young sailor hand, take hold?"
Murray raised his hand, and it was taken directly between those of the black speaker; and the mids.h.i.+pman started, for one of these was bandaged up as if the poor fellow had been wounded.
"Where other young sailor officer?"
"Hurt, and lying down here asleep."
"Very bad hurt?"
"Yes, my man. Where is Mr Allen?"
"Caesar don't know yet awhile. Want to find Ma.s.sa Allen. Very much great deal of fighting, sah. Ma.s.sa Huggins bring many men out of schooner s.h.i.+p kill much slabe boy. Kill very bad, and poor Caesar can't find Ma.s.sa Huggins. Want kill um and save Ma.s.sa Allen."
"Who wounded you, Caesar?"
"Ma.s.sa Huggin, sah. Poor slabe fellow too much afraid. Run away.
Caesar t'ink ma.s.sa sailor officer killed dead."
"Is your wound very bad?" asked Murray.
"Yes, sah; dreffle bad."
"Let me examine it."
"Examine?"