"By Jove, we've forgotten all about the parson!" exclaimed Chumbley.
"What's become of him?"
"I say, Chumbley, old fellow, we must be getting into a terrible state
of mind to go on like this without troubling ourselves about our
chaplain--Here comes the doctor."
"And Harley not far behind."
"Doctor ahoy!" shouted Chumbley.
"Well, lads--well, lads," cried the little doctor, bustling up. "What
news?"
"That's what we were going to ask you, doctor. What next?"
"Why, now, my dear boys, that the troubles are about over, my principal
patient quite safe, and people seem settling down, with no enemies to
fear, it seems to me just the time for making a fresh start up the
river."
"To--"
"Exactly, my dear Chumbley; to take up the clue where I left off when I
found Helen Perowne, and go on and discover the gold-workings."
"The gold-workings, doctor?" cried Hilton, wonderingly.
"To be sure, my dear fellow. Mind, I don't say that Solomon's ships
ever came right up this river; but they certainly came here and traded
with the Sakais or Jacoons, the aboriginals of the country, who worked
the gold from surface-mines and brought it down to the coast."
"Cut and dried, eh, doctor?" said Chumbley. "Dried, of course, my dear
fellow. I don't know about the cut. I feel more and more convinced
that here we have the true Ophir of Solomon; and it only wants a little
enterprise, such as I am bringing to bear--"
"But you don't mean to say," cried Hilton, "that you are going off on
another expedition of this sort, doctor?"
"Indeed but I do, sir!"
"And what does Mrs Doctor say?" asked Chumbley. "Does she approve?"
"Of course, my dear boy. Don't you see that I am combining the journey
with one in search of my brother-in-law?"
"Oh," said Hilton, drily, "I see.
"Harley's people are back without any news, and my little wife is
distracted about it; vows she'll go herself if I don't find him. And
then there's that Mrs Barlow. I was up all night with her.
Hysterical, and shrieking `_Arthur_!' at intervals like minute-guns."
"She has started a devoted attachment to the chaplain, hasn't she?"
asked Chumbley.
"Dreadful!" replied the doctor. "It makes me think that the poor fellow
is best away, for she certainly means to marry him when he comes back.
I say Chumbley, you're a big fellow!"
"Granted, oh, wise man of the east."
"You have no income?"
"The munificent pay awarded by Her Majesty's Government to a lieutenant
of foot, my dear doctor, as you perfectly well know."
"Exactly," continued the doctor. "And you would not be afraid of a
widow?"
"No, I don't think I should."
"Then marry Mrs Barlow. She is to be had for the asking, I am sure;
and she has a nice bit of money. It would be a catch for you, and
relieve poor Arthur Rosebury from further trouble."
"Hilton, old man," said Chumbley, solemnly, "do you think there is a
crocodile in the river big enough to receive this huge carcase of mine?"
"Doubtful," said Hilton, laughing. "I agree with you, Hilton! it is
doubtful. But sooner would I plunge in and be entombed there than in
the affections of Barlow. No, doctor, if you have my health at heart,
you must prescribe differently from that. I say, though, don't you take
it rather coolly about the chaplain?"
"Coolly? Not I, my dear fellow; but how can a man like me sit down and
snivel? Here am I watching Helen Perowne one day, her father the next;
then up all night with Billy--I mean Mrs--Barlow; without taking into
consideration the calls to Private Thomas Atkins, who has eaten too much
plaintain and mangosteen, and thinks he has the cholera; Mrs Ali Musto
Rafoo, who is in a fidget about her offspring; and all the livers of the
European residents to keep in gear. I say I have no time to think of
anything."
"But Solomon's gold mines," said Chumbley.
"Get out with your chaff!" cried the doctor. "But seriously, I have got
hold of that fellow Yusuf, and he tells me he thinks he can find the
chaplain, and I am just off. I couldn't help the allusion to the gold."
"But you think it lies somewhere up-country?" said Chumbley, seriously.
"Sure of it, my dear boy!" cried the doctor, eagerly; "and I shall of
course use every effort to find Rosebury: but to be honest, it would be
unnatural if I did not look out for the great object of my thoughts at
times."
"What, the chaplain?" said Hilton.
"No, the Ophir gold mines," said the doctor, seriously; "but really it
is a great trouble to me, this disappearance of my brother-in-law. You
couldn't go with me, could you, Hilton?"
"I go? No, I'm afraid not, doctor."
Chumbley gave a curious start at this, but was immovable of aspect the
next moment.
"It's my belief," he said quietly, "that when you come to the point and
find the chaplain, it will be where the doctor wants to get to so
earnestly."
"What do you mean?" cried Dr Bolter.
"Depend upon it he has discovered Ophir, and is sitting upon the gold.
That's why he does not come back?"
"You don't think so, do you?" cried the doctor, earnestly.
"Well it is possible," replied Chumbley. "What do you say, Harley?" he
continued, as the Resident strolled up.
"Say about what?"
"I tell the doctor that I think Rosebury has discovered Ophir, and that
is why he does not come back."
The Resident smiled.
"My dear doctor," he said, "when do you start?"
"To-morrow morning at daybreak."
"And you will take three or four men with you--say a sergeant and three
privates?"
"Thanks, no," said the doctor; "but I should like one soldier with me if
I can take my pick."
"I will answer for it that you may."
"Then I want Chumbley."
"Oh, I'll go with you!" cried the latter. "Where do you mean to go
first--to the Inche Maida's district?"
"No," cried the doctor; "what is the good of going there? You know she
has had the place well searched, and turned sulky, and holds aloof from
us now."
"Yes," said Chumbley, exchanging glances with Hilton, "I know that. Of
course she is annoyed about Murad."
"Of course," said Hilton frankly, "she does not like being suspected of
connivance with the Rajah for one thing, and feels as well that at such
a time as this her presence would be out of place and awkward."
"It is a pity too," said the Resident, "for I would rather be on good
terms with so enlightened a woman."
"Sore place," said the doctor, in his quick, offhand way; "give it time
and keep it healthy, and it will soon heal up. The Inche Maida fancies
we are suspicious of her. Wait a bit, and send her a little present,
and then an invitation. I would not be in too great a hurry. Wait till
the Murad business has all settled down, and she has seen that we are
not going to usurp her land."
"Yes," said Hilton; "I think the doctor is right."
"Sure I am," said the doctor. "Diagnosed the case. Bless your hearts,
before long her serene highness will have the vapours, or cut her
finger, or chew too much betel, or something or another, and then she
will send for yours truly, Henry Bolter, and all will be plain sailing
again. Well, Chumbley, will you come with me?"
"Yes, doctor, on two conditions," replied Chumbley.
"Firstly?" said the doctor.
"That I get leave. It's too much trouble and worry to desert."
"Granted," said the doctor. "Eh, Harley. Eh, Hilton?"
"Granted," said the Resident.
"Granted," said Hilton.
"That disposes of firstly," said the doctor. "Now then secondly?"
"That you swear not to mention Ophir more than once; and Solomon's ships
seeking gold, and apes, and peacocks more than once in each twenty-four
hours," said Chumbley.
"Come, that's fair," said the Resident, laughing.
"Quite fair," cried Hilton, roaring with laughter.
"Oh, hang it, I say! Come, that is too hard a condition," said the
doctor, tilting his sun-hat on one side so as to get a good scrub at his
head.
"Shan't go without," drawled Chumbley.
"Say twelve hours--once in each twelve hours," protested the doctor. "I
couldn't promise more."
"Would you stick out for the twenty-four?" said Chumbley, very
seriously. "I hate being bored."
"Oh, I think I'd meet him," said Hilton, laughing. "Poor fellow, he
can't help it."
"Well, I'll give in," said Chumbley; "only mind this, you are to take
your best cigar-box, doctor--not those confounded manillas, but the
havanas--and you are to pay a fine of a cigar every time you break out."
"Agreed," said the doctor, holding out his hand, and the expedition was
settled, the doctor going off with the Resident, leaving the two young
officers together.