The things, the happenings, I have now to tell you of in this chapter
form the turning-point in our story.
Weeks passed by after the departure of that mysterious band of savages,
and things went on in the same old groove on the plantation.
Whence the savages had come, or whither they had gone, none could tell.
But all were relieved at their exit, dramatic and threatening though it
had been.
The hands were all very busy now everywhere, and one day, it being the
quarter's end, after taking stock Roland gave his usual dinner-party,
and a ball to his natives. These were all dressed out as gaily as gaily
could be. The ladies wore the most tawdry of finery, most of which they
had bought, or rather had had brought them by their brothers and lovers
from Para, and nothing but the most pronounced evening dress did any
"lady of colour" deign to wear.
Why should they not ape the quality, and "poh deah Miss Peggy".
Peggy was very happy that evening, and so I need hardly say was Dick
Temple. Though he never had dared to speak of love again, no one could
have looked at those dark daring eyes of his and said it was not there.
It must have been about eleven by the clock and a bright moonlight night
when Dick started to ride home. He knew the track well, he said, and
could not be prevailed upon to stay all night. Besides, his uncle
expected him.
The dinner and ball given to the plantation hands had commenced at
sunset, or six o'clock, and after singing hymns--a queer finish to a
most hilarious dance--all retired, and by twelve of the clock not a
sound was to be heard over all the plantation save now and then the
mournful cry of the shriek-owl or a plash in the river, showing that the
'gators preferred a moonshiny night to daylight itself.
The night wore on, one o'clock, two o'clock chimed from the turret on
Burnley Hall, and soon after this, had anyone been in the vicinity he
would have seen a tall figure, wrapped in cloak and hood, steal away
from the house adown the walks that led from the flowery lawns. The
face was quite hidden, but several times the figure paused, as if to
listen and glance around, then hurried on once more, and finally
disappeared in the direction of the forest.
Peggy's bedroom was probably the most tastefully-arranged and
daintily-draped in the house, and when she lay down to-night and fell
gently asleep, very sweet indeed were the dreams that visited her
pillow. The room was on a level with the river lawn, on to which it
opened by a French or casement window. Three o'clock!
The moon shone on the bed, and even on the girl's face, but did not
awaken her.
A few minutes after this, and the casement window was quietly opened,
and the same cloaked figure, which stole away from the mansion an hour
before, softly entered.
It stood for more than half a minute erect and listening, then, bending
low beside the bed, listened a moment there.
Did no spectral dream cross the sleeping girl's vision to warn her of
the dreadful fate in store for her?
Had she shrieked even now, assistance would have been speedily
forthcoming, and she might have been saved!
But she quietly slumbered on.
Then the dark figure retreated as it had come, and presently another and
more terrible took its place--a burly savage carrying a blanket or rug.
First the girl's clothing and shoes, her watch and all her trinkets,
were gathered up and handed to someone on the lawn.
Then the savage, approaching the bed with stealthy footsteps, at once
enveloped poor Peggy in the rug and bore her off.
For a moment she uttered a muffled moan or two, like a nightmare scream,
then all was still as the grave.
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"Missie Peggy! Missie Peggy," cried Beeboo next morning at eight as she
entered the room. "What for you sleep so long? Ah!" she added
sympathizingly, still holding the door-knob in her hand. "Ah! but den
the poh chile very tired. Dance plenty mooch las' night, and--"
She stopped suddenly.
Something unusual in the appearance of the bed attire attracted her
attention and she speedily rushed towards it.
She gave vent at once to a loud yell, and Roland himself, who was
passing near, ran in immediately.
He stood like one in a state of catalepsy, with his eyes fixed on the
empty bed. But he recovered shortly.
"Oh, this is a fearful day!" he cried, and hastened out to acquaint Jake
and Bill, both of whom, as well as Mr. Peter, slept in the east wing of
the mansion.
He ran from door to door knocking very loud and shouting: "Awake, awake,
Peggy has gone! She has been kidnapped, and the accursed savages have
had their revenge!"
In their pyjamas only, Jake and Bill appeared, and after a while Mr.
Peter, fully dressed.
He looked sleepy.
"I had too much wine last night," he said, with a yawn, "and slept very
heavily all night. But what is the matter?"
He was quietly and quickly informed.
"This is indeed a fearful blow, but surely we can trace the scoundrels!"
"Boys, hurry through with your breakfast," said Roland. "Jake, I will
be back in a few minutes."
He whistled shrilly and Brawn came rushing to his side.
"Follow me, Brawn."
His object was to find out in which direction the savages had gone.
Had Brawn been a blood-hound he could soon have picked up the scent.
As it was, however, his keen eyes discovered the trail on the lawn, and
led him to the gate. He howled impatiently to have it opened, then
bounded out and away towards the forest in a westerly and southerly
direction, which, if pursued far enough, would lead towards Bolivia,
along the wild rocky banks of the Madeira River.
It was a whole hour before Brawn returned. He carried something in his
mouth. He soon found his master, and laid the something gently down at
his feet, stretching himself--grief-stricken--beside it.
It was one of Peggy's boots, with a white silk stocking in it, drenched
in blood.
The white men and Indians were now fully aroused, and, leaving Jake in
charge of the estate, Roland picked out thirty of the best men, armed
them with guns, and placed them under the command of Burly Bill. Then
they started off in silence, Roland and Burly mounted, the armed whites
and Indians on foot.
Brawn went galloping on in front in a very excited manner, often
returning and barking wildly at the horses as if to hurry them on.
Throughout that forenoon they journeyed by the trail, which was now
distinct enough, and led through the jungle and forest.
They came out on to a clearing about one o'clock. Here was water in
abundance, and as they were all thoroughly exhausted, they threw
themselves down by the spring to quench their thirst and rest.
Bill made haste now to deal out the provisions, and after an hour,
during which time most of them slept, they resumed their journey.
A mile or two farther on they came to a sight which almost froze their
blood.
In the middle of a clearing or glade stood a great tree. It was
hollowed out at one side, and against this was still a heap of
half-charred wood, evidently the remains of a fierce fire, though every
ember had died black out.
Here was poor Peggy's other shoe. That too was bloody.
And here was a pool of coagulated blood, with huge rhinoceros beetles
busy at their work of excavation. Portions or rags of dress also!
It was truly an awful sight!
Roland reined up his horse, and placed his right hand over his eyes.
"Bill," he managed to articulate, "can you have the branches removed,
and let us know the fearful worst?"
Burly Bill gave the order, and the Indians tossed the half-burned wood
aside.
Then they pulled out bone after bone of limbs, of arms, of ribs. But
all were charred almost into cinders!
Roland now seemed to rise to the occasion.
He held his right arm on high.
"Bill," he cried; "here, under the blazing sun and above the remains,
the dust of my dead sister, I register a vow to follow up these fiends
to their distant homes, if Providence shall but lead us aright, and to
slay and burn every wretch who has aided or abetted this terrible deed!"
"I too register that vow," said Bill solemnly.
"And I, and I!" shouted the white men, and even the Indians.
They went on again once more, after burying the charred bones and dust.
But the trail took them to a ford, and beyond the stream there was not
the imprint of even a single footstep.
The retiring savages must either have doubled back on their tracks or
waded for miles up or down the rocky stream before landing.
Nothing more could be done to-day, for the sun was already declining,
and they must find their way out of the gloom of the forest before
darkness. So the return journey was made, and just as the sun's red
beams were crimsoning the waters of the western river, they arrived once
more at the plantation and Burnley Hall.
The first to meet them was Peter himself. He seemed all anxiety.
"What have you found?" he gasped.
It was a moment or two before Roland could reply.
"Only the charred remains of my poor sister!" he said at last, then
compressed his mouth in an effort to keep back the tears.
The Indian who took so lively an interest in Mr. Peter was not far away,
and was watching his man as usual.
None noticed, save Benee himself, that Mr. Peter heaved something very
like a sigh of relief as Roland's words fell on his ears.
Burnley Hall was now indeed a castle of gloom; but although poor Mrs.
St. Clair was greatly cast down, the eager way in which Roland and Dick
were making their preparations to follow up the savage Indians, even to
the confines or interior, if necessary, of their own domains, gave her
hope.
Luckily they had already found a clue to their whereabouts, for one of
the civilized Bolivians knew that very chief, and indeed had come from
the same far-off country. He described the people as a race of
implacable savages and cannibals, into whose territory no white man had
ever ventured and returned alive.
Were they a large tribe? No, not large, not over three or four
thousand, counting women and children. Their arms? These were spears
and broad two-bladed knives, with great slings, from which they could
hurl large stones and pieces of flint with unerring accuracy, and bows
and arrows. And no number of white men could stand against these unless
they sheltered themselves in trenches or behind rocks and trees.
This ex-cannibal told them also that the land of this terrible tribe
abounded in mineral wealth, in silver ore and even in gold.
For this information Roland cared little; all he wished to do was to
avenge poor Peggy's death. If his men, after the fighting, chose to lay
out claims he would permit a certain number of them to do so, their
names to be drawn by ballot. The rest must accompany the expedition
back.
Dick's uncle needed but little persuasion to give forty white men, fully
armed and equipped, to swell Roland's little army of sixty whites.
Besides these, they would have with them carriers and
ammunition-bearers--Indians from the plantations.
Dick was all life and fire. If they were successful, he himself, he
said, would shoot the murderous chief, or stab him to the heart.
A brave show indeed did the little army make, when all mustered and
drilled, and every man there was most enthusiastic, for all had loved
poor lost Peggy.
"I shall remain at my post here, I suppose," said Mr. Peter.
"If I do not alter my mind I shall leave you and Jake, with Mr. Roberts,
the tutor, to manage the estate in my absence," said Roland.
He did alter his mind, and, as the following will show, he had good
occasion to do so.
One evening the strange Indian Benee, between whom and Peter there
existed so much hatred, sought Roland out when alone.
"Can I speakee you, all quiet foh true?"
"Certainly, my good fellow. Come into my study. Now, what is it you
would say?"
"Dat Don Pedro no true man! I tinkee much, and I tinkee dat."
"Well, I know you don't love each other, Benee; but can you give me any
proofs of his villainy?"
"You letee me go to-night all myse'f alone to de bush. I tinkee I bring
you someding strange. Some good news. Ha! it may be so!"
"I give you leave, and believe you to be a faithful fellow."
Benee seized his master's hand and bent down his head till his brow
touched it.
Next moment he was gone.
Next morning he was missed.
"Your pretty Indian," said Mr. Peter, with an ill-concealed sneer, "is a
traitor, then, after all, and a spy, and it was no doubt he who
instigated the abduction and the murder, for the sake of revenge, of
your poor little sister."
"That remains to be seen, Mr. Peter. If he, or anyone else on the
plantation, is a traitor, he shall hang as high as Haman."
Peter cowered visibly, but smiled his agitation off.
And that same night about twelve, while Roland sat smoking on the lawn
with Dick, all in the moonlight, everyone else having retired--smoking
and talking of the happy past--suddenly the gate hinges creaked, and
with a low growl Brawn sprang forward. But he returned almost
immediately, wagging his tail and being caressed by Benee himself.
Silently stood the Indian before them, silently as a statue, but in his
left hand he carried a small bundle bound up in grass. It was not his
place to speak first, and both young men were a little startled at his
sudden appearance.
"What, Benee! and back so soon from the forest?"
"Benee did run plenty quickee. Plenty jaguar want eat Benee, but no can
catchee."
"Well?"
"I would speekee you bof boys in de room."
The two started up together.
Here was some mystery that must be unravelled.