Doctor Bolter visited his patient two or three times, waking up with the
greatest of regularity every two hours for the purpose, and
administering a few drops of a cordial that he always carried wherever
he went, it having wonderful qualities of its own, so the doctor said,
and being competent to cure almost every disease, but smelling very
strongly of brandy.
His patient slept heavily, and she was still sleeping as the doctor's
coffee was ready just before sunrise.
"Humph!" he muttered; "it's a precious good job my wife isn't here, or
she'd be as cross as two sticks, for the poor thing is a wonderfully
handsome girl in spite of her black, filed teeth, and dark skin. Poor
lassie! how she has scratched herself. Why, her feet are cut and
swollen and full of thorns. I'll bet ten pounds to twopence she's a
runaway slave."
There was no one to take the bet, and the doctor went on:
"Poor lass! she has put me in a fix. I can't take her back with me,
because nothing upsets Harley more than having to deal with the domestic
institutions of the Malays; and if they get under the protection of the
British flag a slave is a slave no longer. Then, too, there is Mrs
Bolter. Bless that woman! what a pity it is that she is of such a
jealous disposition.
"Tut, tut, tut! Hang the girl! why didn't she run to someone else?
It's a pity she doesn't wake, though, for a cup of coffee would do her
good.
"Humph! Yes, she's a very handsome girl," muttered the doctor,
thoughtfully. "What a pity it is that they can't leave their pretty
white teeth alone, instead of disfiguring them like that, and--Bless
me--how strange! Where have I seen this girl before?"
He stood gazing down at her very thoughtfully, but his memory did not
serve him.
"It must have been at the Inche Maida's, and that makes it worse, for we
don't want to offend her--Ah! that's right," he said aloud in Malayan.
"How do you feel?"
For answer the girl, who had just opened a pair of large lustrous eyes,
gazed at the doctor at first in a frightened way, and then caught his
hand in hers, kissed it passionately, and held it to her breast.
"Oh, come, I say, my dear, this won't do!" cried the doctor. "What the
dickens do you think Mrs Bolter would say if she saw it? There'd be
the prettiest row under the sun. Now, then, be calm, and lie still.
You shall have a cup of coffee, and then I'll extract some of the thorns
from your feet, or you'll be regularly crippled."
There was a fresh burst of sobbing here, the girl striving to speak, but
her sobs choked her utterance.
"There, there, there," said the doctor, kindly, "don't cry, my poor
child; you are safe now, and I'll take you back to the station in spite
of Harley and Mrs Bolter herself. Hang the slave customs and all who
practise them, I say! Now, my dear," he added, in Malayan, "loose my
hand and I will get you some coffee."
He tried to withdraw his hand, but the girl clung to it the more
tightly.
"No, no, Doctor," she cried; "don't leave me, pray!"
"What? The deuce!" exclaimed the little man, starting. "How the
dickens did you know I was a doctor? I say; I know your voice; who--"
"Don't you know me again, Doctor?" she cried, passionately, and cutting
short his speech.
"Know you? What--why?--It is? No. Yes: Helen Perowne!"
The poor girl burst into a frantic hysterical fit of crying.
"Why, my poor darling! my dear child! my poor little woman!" cried the
doctor, raising her head to his breast, and holding her there, kissing
her again and again as the tears ran down his ruddy face. "My poor
little bairnie! This is dreadful! There, there, there, my dear, you
are quite safe now," he continued, patting her and caressing her as a
father would a favourite child. "But there; what a milksop I am; crying
like a great girl, I declare, when I ought to shout _hooray_! to think I
have found you safe, if not quite sound. Why, my dear child, Perowne
will hug me for this. Poor old boy, he has been half frantic."
"But, Doctor," she sobbed, "they will catch me again, and drag me back
to that dreadful place. Look here," she cried, with a mingling of
pitiful appeal and angry indignation, and she held out her scratched and
torn brown hands, and then turned her face and showed her teeth to him.
"I have been cruelly used. They made me look like one of his wretched
wives, so that I should not be known."
"But who--who did all this?"
"Murad, and I have been kept a prisoner here at a dreadful place, deep
in the jungle, where I saw no one but his wretched creatures. Oh,
Doctor, Doctor, kill me, or I shall go mad!"
"Kill you? of course I won't, my dear. The dog! the scoundrel! the
smooth-faced hypocrite! I'll blow his brains out! I'll skin him and
make a specimen of him to take him back to England and exhibit him as a
demon. Hang him! I don't know what I won't do!" cried the doctor,
stamping with passion. "Here, you two," he cried, "don't stand staring
like that, but bring the young lady some coffee."
The two Malay boatmen, who had been terribly puzzled at their master's
behaviour with one they took to be an escaped slave, obeyed his orders
at once, looking very peculiar the while.
"Don't you see who it is, you scoundrels?" cried the doctor, storming.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, master," said the elder boatman, submissively, for what so
great a man as the doctor--one who could bring people back to life, as
he had the reputation of having done before now--chose to do must be
good and right.
"That's better," exclaimed the doctor, energetically. "Now some
biscuits. Come, my dear, try and eat and drink. I wish to goodness my
little woman were here! Come, eat; it will give you strength."
Helen made a lame effort or two, but the food seemed to choke her.
"And I'd come out to find Solomon's gold," muttered the doctor.
"Solomon's Ophir; I seem instead to have found Solomon's wives, or
rather one of them. Bless my heart! bless my soul! Well, really I
never did!"
He looked at Helen wonderingly, and then ran mentally over the trouble
at the station as he longed to question his "new specimen," as he called
her, but felt some delicacy in speaking.
"Come, come," he said at last, "you do not eat."
"Oh, no, no, Doctor!" she cried, in hysterical tones. "I cannot eat:
what shall I do?"
"One moment," said the doctor; "tell me, do I apprehend rightly, that
you have escaped from that scoundrel?"
"Yes," she whispered, hoarsely; and she shuddered as she spoke. "He
came yesterday--no, it must have been days ago. I don't know: my head
is troubled. He came, and I said I would escape and die in the jungle
if I could not get to the station."
"Yes, yes," said the doctor, feeling her pulse, for she seemed to grow
more composed.
"And I did escape: one of the Rajah's women helped me, and we fled
together through the jungle, toiling on amongst thorns and canes, and
always ready to drop, till we sank down wearily to sleep."
"Yes, my poor child," said the doctor; "but where is your companion?"
"I--I don't know," said Helen, in a strange, dazed way. "She must be
somewhere. I went to sleep, and she was with me, and I awoke and she
was gone. But, Doctor, dear Doctor Bolter, I am not what I was. Pray
do not let me fall into that wretch's hands again!"
"Never fear," exclaimed the doctor, to give her confidence, and he
assumed a matter-of-fact, confident air as he spoke. "Look here, my
dear child, eat and drink to gain strength, and I will then take you
back in my boat. Don't be alarmed. You will be quite safe."
Helen made an effort to partake of the coffee, and as the doctor drank
his own, it suddenly struck him that he used to have a great dislike to
Helen Perowne, while now he had been treating her with the most
affectionate solicitude.
"And quite right, too," he muttered. "Her position enlists sympathy.
Why, I should be a brute if I did not behave kindly and well."
The difficulties of his position became more apparent to him as he
thought the matter over.
Murad had carried off Helen no doubt in accordance with a deeply-laid
scheme; and knowing what his position would be if the latter were
discovered, of course he would spare no pains to recapture his prisoner.
"He knows it's death, and a complete finish of his Rajahship," muttered
the doctor; "and sooner than be found out the reptile would shoot me
down like a dog--if I don't get the chance to shoot him first; and hang
me if I don't feel just now as if I could send a charge of shot through
him with the greatest pleasure in life!"
He felt that if the followers of Murad were to find out the direction
taken by the fugitive they would soon be on her track, and he would be
almost helpless--one against a strongly-manned boat, whose crew would
know their lives depended upon the success of their efforts.
Under these circumstances he determined to draw the boat well up among
the rocks, and then to lie in concealment until the evening, when they
might float down under cover of the darkness.
But no sooner had he determined upon this than the thought of the
difficulties of the navigation came uppermost in his mind. It was hard
enough to get safely up the little river by daylight. In the darkness
he was compelled to own that it would be impossible.
"I must run all risks," he said; "there is nothing else for it. We must
get down to the mouth of the river and out into the main stream as soon
as possible," and having fully made up his mind what he would do, he
turned to Helen Perowne.
"I am going to start at once," he said; "but before we set off--I say
this so as to help me, perhaps, in our effort to get away--"
"Effort to get away?" she said, piteously. "No, no; I don't quite mean
that," he said; "but before we set off would you not like to make
yourself look a little more like an English lady?"
She looked up at him with an imploring look, and the tears began to
trickle down her cheeks.
"Only too gladly, doctor; but you do not understand. They managed their
cruel task only too well! Do you not see?--this is a stain, and it
cannot be removed!"
The doctor frowned as he thought of his store of drugs and chemicals at
home in his little palm-thatched cottage, where he wished they were
themselves; and then he wondered whether there was anything amongst them
that would remove the brown tint from his companion's face.
She rose as he held out his hand, but trembled so much, and seemed so
agitated, that when he led her to the boat she would have tottered and
fallen had not the doctor caught her in his arms, and lifted her in;
while directly after the two stout Malays thrust the boat over the
shallow sands and gravel till deeper water was reached, the current
helping them in their task, which was a long and arduous one, for there
were long stretches of shallow and rapid, over which the bottom of the
sampan grated before the paddles could be used.
And all this time the doctor noted that his companion's wild eyes were
constantly searching the shore for danger, such as he was fain to
confess might be encountered at any moment, and in view of which he
carefully charged his revolver, and altered the cartridges in both
barrels of his gun.
At last, though, the boatmen were able to give up wading, and seizing
their paddles, they leaped into the boat, making it glide down the
stream, whose course here was very swift.
The doctor talked to his companion, but she was very silent, and they
were soon both of them occupied in watching the shores, the doctor
growing more uneasy moment by moment; while Helen, in her ignorance,
felt that every paddle-stroke took her farther and farther from
pursuit--made her safer from being recaptured by him who caused a
shudder--when literally she was now every hour being taken nearer to the
house that had been her prison all through those weary days.
As the time wore on the doctor asked her a few questions about her
adventures, but he noted that she trembled so, and became so painfully
agitated, that from sheer kindness he soon refrained; and leaving her to
make what confidences she chose, he sat with his gun across his knee,
watching the shore for enemies, and they journeyed on almost in silence.
The Malay boatmen saw that there was danger. They had not recognised
Helen at first; but now that they knew her they coupled the meeting in
their own minds with the troubles at the station, and from time to time
they cast uneasy glances at the doctor's revolver as it lay upon the
seat, and from that began watchfully to scan such portions of the shore
as might be deemed dangerous from affording opportunities for an ambush
from which spears would come whizzing with unerring aim.
In the ardour of his pursuit after the favourite myth of his imagination
the doctor had not noticed the distance he had ascended this narrow,
winding stream; but now that he was all anxiety to reach the great
river, it seemed as if it would never end.
The sun poured down his ardent rays, and but for the awning of boughs
that the Malays had cut and spread over her head, the heat to the
rescued girl would have been unbearable. Everything, however, that
could alleviate her position was done, and more than once she gave the
doctor a grateful look, as in a weary, broken-spirited way, she faltered
her thanks.
"_Not_ much like the Helen Perowne of the past," he muttered, as he
resumed his seat, after supplying his patient with water, and once more
scanning the sides of the river for danger.
There was nothing to be seen, though, for they had descended now to
where rocks had given place to jungle, and the banks were one
impenetrable mass of creeper-enlaced trees, the monotony being hardly
enlivened now by the sight of a bird.
"Look!--look!" whispered Helen, suddenly. "That is where they took me
from the boat!" and she pointed to an opening in the jungle, the doctor
recognising the spot which he had noticed as they came up the river, and
here was where the prahu had turned.
"There is a house inland from here, then?" said the doctor.
Helen shuddered.
"Yes," she said, faintly; "my prison. I cannot bear to talk about it
now."
The doctor nodded: and feeling that this was the critical part of the
journey, he bade the Malays eat and drink as they paddled on, so as to
gain strength for any energetic push they might have to make. For his
own part he was decided enough as to the course he would pursue, meaning
to trust to flight if possible, but if pursued he vowed to himself that
he would fire upon his pursuers.
"And I am an Englishman!" he said to himself, proudly. "They dare not
fire upon me!"
"Double pay if you get us safely back to the station," he said, "and in
quicker time."
The boatmen nodded and smiled, toiled harder with their paddles, and
they were half-way back to the great river at least, when plainly heard
upon the still afternoon air, came the loud beat of the many oars of a
great prahu.