Chapter 82
The men made ready with all the discipline of a trained crew, and heads were turned in the direction of the increasing sound, while it seemed hard to believe, in the midst of the brilliant suns.h.i.+ne, with the smooth river gliding onwards as if to meet the supposed wave, that there could be anything wrong.
The expected danger had seemed to be close at hand, but it had been far more distant than the party had supposed, for the roar went on steadily increasing, but with no other suggestion of peril save the noise, though that was enough to make the stoutest-hearted there quail.
It seemed an age, but was certainly less than an hour, before the dull heavy roar began to be mingled with a strange cras.h.i.+ng and breaking sound which puzzled all, till the c.o.xswain, who was standing up in the bows, boat-hook in hand, announced that it was the breaking of trees and cras.h.i.+ng together of their branches as they were being torn up by the roots.
"Impossible!" said the doctor impatiently.
"Nay, sir, it aren't," said the man. "I don't mean the big trees, but the little 'uns along the banks; and it's getting close here, sir. It's a big flood, that's what it is, coming down from the mountains, for there must be some inland. There! Look yonder. Can't you see the trees beginning to wave? It's just as if a lake had broke loose and was coming sweeping over the country. You, Harry Briggs, hold fast to that tiller. You others, look at your work, and pull. Turn your heads, you lubbers! I'll do all the looking out. And when I say row, every mother's son of you pull for his life."
Joe Cross's words were beginning to sound indistinct before he had finished, half-smothered as they were by the increasing roar, as from far down the river a dark line of something could be seen rising some six or eight feet like a huge bank extending right across the river and apparently into the forest on both sides.
For as far as eye could reach the trees seemed to be in a strange state of agitation, the lower branches bending towards the party in the boat, as if beneath the blast of a tremendous gale.
"Sit fast, boys, every one!" yelled Joe; but he stood upright himself, and the next minute with a wild rush a great bank of water was upon them, seeming to come with a leap and dash, to plunge beneath the boat's bows as if to toss her on high and roll her over and over in the flood.
But as it struck them the trained men sat for a moment or two, till in little more than a whisper above the roar of water, Joe Cross's voice was heard to give the order "Pull," when seven balanced oars dipped together, and the bows began to sink.
The men got well hold of the water, and after three or four rapid tugs the boat sat level once more upon the surface of the flood, obeyed her helm, and though being carried rapidly along stern on, she s.h.i.+pped very little water, and in a very few minutes the greater peril was pa.s.sed.
The cras.h.i.+ng roar and rush of the water was almost deafening, but Joe retained his upright position and signalled with one hand to the steersman, while he followed suit to the rowers, who kept up a steady pull against the furious stream, with the result that now the boat sped on stern foremost at the same rate as the flood.
But the frail craft was exposed to endless risks as the water rushed along between the two great walls of verdure which marked out the devious winding course of the river. Time after time they were within an ace of being swept amidst the boughs of some towering tree; at others they were brus.h.i.+ng over the tops of the shrub-like growth; and yet amidst the many dangers the crew never flinched, but kept on for hour after hour, head to stream, with the boat always being borne onward
Another hour pa.s.sed, and they were still gliding on, and now as they were swept into a wider reach, it was plain to see how the whole forest was flooded on either side, apparently to the depth of some six or eight feet, as near as the c.o.xswain could judge.
Four times over he had drawn attention to the fact that they were pa.s.sing the entrances to similar rivers to that down which they sped, one of them being remarkable for the fact that a portion of their stream set right into it, while from the others it glided out in the opposite way. Soon afterwards, with a little clever scheming, the boat was guided into an eddy where the water swirled round comparatively slack; and here her head was turned and she resumed her strange journey onward in the normal way.
The men's labour too now had pretty well ceased, only a dip or two of the oars being required occasionally to keep the boat's head straight and make her answer her helm.
And now conversation became more general. The danger being evidently over, one man hazarded a joke, something about a near shave, while another said it was a pity because they would have all this 'ere work to go over again.
Joe Cross heard the remark, and this started him talking, as he laid down his boat-hook and wiped his streaming face.
"Yes, Mr Rodd," he said, "you wanted to come farther up the river, and here you have had it. Well, I suppose when the flood's spread all over it will do same as they always does, begin to drain off again and carry us back. But I am afraid, Dr Robson, sir, that I must give up what I undertook to do."
"What?" cried the doctor.
"Ride back'ards, sir, and find the way out of this wet cat's-cradle of a place. I am very sorry, sir."
"Sorry!" cried the doctor cheerily. "My good fellow, what you have done during the last few hours has earned the lasting grat.i.tude of us all."
"Has it, sir?" said the man, staring. "Why?"
"Haven't you saved all our lives," cried the doctor, "by your clever management of the boat?"
"Oh, that's what you mean, sir! But you must play fair, sir. You mustn't blame me for that. Part on it's my being on board a man-of-war; part on it's due to Captain Chubb. So you must thank him."
The doctor smiled, and noting this absence of anxiety, Rodd broke out with--
"I say, uncle, Morny's starving. Isn't it time we had something to eat?"
"Oh, Rodd!" cried Morny.
"Yes, of course," replied the doctor. "See what you can do, cook, at once. But surely, Cross, some of the men might lay in their oars?"
"Yes, sir, and if it goes on like this I don't see that we need let this flood keep on carrying us farther away. There's a nice wind, and not so much washed-out wood afloat. I am thinking I might have the sail hoisted and begin to sail back. But my word, look here: how we are widening out, sir! Look ahead yonder. It's getting 'most like a lake.
Perhaps it is one."
"No," cried Rodd; "it's the river still. Look yonder at the forest right along the bank."
"Yes, sir, but I was looking at the forest on both sides here where we are. Why, we are running into another river. It aren't a lake, but it's ten times as big as this one that we've been spinning along, and-- Well! it's a rum 'un! No; it's unpossible."
"What's impossible?" cried Rodd sharply, and all gazed at the sailor, who sat looking forward, holding on by one ear and scratching the other.
"Why, this 'ere, Mr Rodd, sir. Just you look, Dr Robson, and see what you think on it."
"Of what, my man?"
"Why, this 'ere, sir, what I am asking you of. Can't you see, Mr Rodd, sir?"
"I can see that we are gliding out of a muddy stream covered with green twigs and great tufts of jungle gra.s.s, into a big river flowing right across us and all thick with what seems to be a different-coloured mud."
"That's right, sir; and didn't you see that splash, just as far off as you could look?"
"No, Joe."
"Would you mind lending me that there gla.s.s of yourn, sir?" said Joe to the doctor, who pa.s.sed the little field-gla.s.s to the man, whose hands trembled as he focussed it to suit his eye, and he once more stood up in the boat and swept the water as far as he could see.
"Thank you, sir," he said, handing it back. "Perhaps you would like to have a look yourself. But it's all right, gentlemen, and my lads.
Them's crocs out yonder, and we have been washed out into the big river again with no more trouble; and if we don't see our brig and our schooner again before many hours, why, my name aren't Joe!"
CHAPTER FORTY SIX.
A KNOT IN THE NETWORK.
Incredulity was impossible, although at first it was very hard to believe. But there was the fact. They had been wandering through the sluggish network of streams of a vast tropic, marshy forest, until a tremendous storm in the hinterland had flooded the low country and they had been swept out again far away from the spot where the Spanish captain had guided them in, and, as they were soon to learn, for reasons of his own.
Without question they had descended some miles along the main river, which ran swiftly, burdened as it was by the waters of the flood, but not sufficiently to do more than raise it to a rather abnormal height.
Still it was not safe to continue their journey downward by night, and in spite of the anxiety of all, the boat was moored to a huge tree up which the water had risen some three or four feet, and all anxiously watched for the coming of the next day. They slept but little, for there was so much to discuss, the doctor feeling now sure that when they missed the Spanish captain it must have been because when all were asleep he had stolen down to where the two blacks would be waiting for him with their canoe, and then gone on up the river beyond their camp.
"But I don't see quite what for, uncle," said Rodd.
"I do," cried Moray. "He knew the country so well, and our ignorance, which would make us go wandering helplessly about, while he knew of a nearer way out into this river again, through which we seem to have been providentially swept."
"That's right--quite right, Moray," said the doctor. "You see now, Rodd?"
"Yes, uncle, it's quite clear now. I wish I wasn't so dense. Do you see, Joe?"