Here was a difficulty!
If they returned without the queen, they would be torn in pieces and
quietly eaten afterwards.
They became excited. They looked here, there, and everywhere for
Leeboo. Up into the trees, under the bushes, behind rocks and stones,
but all in vain. The beautiful girl seemed to have been spirited away,
or the earth had opened and admitted her into fairy-land, or--
But see! To their great joy, yonder comes the young queen holding aloft
the dragon-fly and singing to herself.
Not a whit worse was the lovely thing; not one of its four gauzy wings
was so much as rumpled.
Then she whispered something to it, and tossed it high in air.
And away it flew, straight to the north-east, as if bent upon delivering
the message she had entrusted to its keeping.
She stood gazing after it with flushed cheeks and parted lips until it
was no longer visible against the sky's pale blue, then turned away with
a sigh.
But Leeboo was not tired yet. There were beautiful birds to be seen and
their songs listened to. And there were garlands of wild flowers to be
strung.
One she threw over Kaloomah's neck.
Kalamazoo looked wretched.
She made him even a larger, and he was happy. This garland quite hid his
mother's frightful teeth.
But it must be said that these two lovers of Leeboo's looked--with those
garlands of flowers around their necks--more foolish than ever.
She trotted them round for two whole hours. Then she resumed her
sceptre, and intimated her intention to return to the palace.
For a whole week these rambles were continued day after day.
Then storm-winds blew wild from off the snow-patched mountains, and
Leeboo was confined to her palace for days.
Her maids of honour, however, did all they could to please and comfort
her. They brought her the choicest of fruits, and they told her strange
weird tales of strange weird people and mannikins who in these regions
dwell deep down in caves below the ground, and often steal little
children to nurse their tiny infants.
And they sang or chanted to her also, and all night long in the
drapery-hung chamber, where she reposed on a couch of skins, they lay
near her, ready to start to their feet and obey her slightest command.
Leeboo ruled her empire by love. But she could be haughty and stern
when she pleased, only she never made use of that terrible spear, one
touch of which meant death.
----
In less than six-weeks' time Queen Leeboo had so thoroughly gained the
confidence of her people that she was trusted to go anywhere, although
always under the eyes of the young prince or Kaloomah.
I believe Leeboo would have learned to like the savages but for their
cannibal tastes, and several times, when men returned from the war-path,
she had to witness the most terrible of orgies.
It was always young girls or boys who were the victims of those fearful
feasts. Her heart bled for them, but all remonstrance on her part was
in vain.
Leeboo had got her pony back, and often had a glorious gallop over the
prairie.
But something else had happened, which added greatly to Leeboo's comfort
and happiness. Shooks-gee himself came to camp and brought with him
little Weenah, his beautiful child-daughter.
Leeboo took to her at once, and the two became constant companions.
Weenah could converse in broken English, and so many a long delightful
"confab" they had together.
Child-like, Weenah told Leeboo of her love for Benee, of their early
rambles in the forest, too, and of her own wild wanderings in search of
him. Told her, too, that Benee was coming back again with a fresh army
of Indians and white men, with Leeboo's own lover and her brother as
their captains; told her of the fearful fight that was bound to take
place, but which would end in the complete triumph of the good men and
the rescue of Leeboo herself.
Yes, Weenah had her prophecy all cut and dry, and her story ended with a
good "curtain", as all good stories should.
Whether Weenah's prophecy would be fulfilled or not we have to read on
to see, for, alas! it was a dark and gloomy race of savages that would
have to be dealt with, and rather than lose their queen, Kaloomah and
his people would--but there! I have no wish to paint my chapters red.
----
Leeboo was not slow to perceive that her chief chance of escape lay in
the skill with which she might play her two lovers against each other.
Whoever married her would be king. He would rank with, but after, the
queen herself, for, to the credit of these cannibals be it said, they
always prefer female government.
In civilized society Leeboo might have been accused of acting
mischievously; for she would take first one into favour and then the
other, giving, that is, each of them a taste of the seventh heaven time
about. When Kalamazoo's star was in the ascendant, then Kaloomah was
deep down in a pit of despair; but anon, he would be up and out again,
and then it was Kalamazoo's turn to weep and wail and gnash his
triangular red-stained teeth.
It is needless to say that the game she was playing was a sad strain
upon our poor young heroine. No wonder her eyes grew bright with that
brightness which denotes loss of strength, and weariness, and that her
cheeks were often far too flushed.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, and but for little Weenah I think
that Leeboo would have given up heart altogether and lain down to die.
But Weenah was always bright, cheerful, and happy. She was laughing all
day long. Benee was coming for her; of that she was very certain and
sure, so she sang about her absent lover even as birds in the woodlands
sing, and with just as sweet a voice.
The plot was thickening and thickening, and Leeboo managed matters now
so that only one of her guardians at a time accompanied herself and
Weenah in their rides or rambles.
Dixie--as the pony was named--was a very faithful little horse, and
though when Weenah had to trot beside him he never was allowed to go the
pace, he was exceedingly strong, and could scour the plain or prairie as
fleet as the wind whenever his young mistress put him on his mettle. On
such occasions, no matter which of Leeboo's admirers was with her, he
dropped far astern, and after running for a mile or so, had to sit down
to pant.
But the young queen always returned, and so she was trusted implicitly.
So too was Weenah, but then Weenah was one of themselves.
----
In their very long and toilsome march, up the Mayatata, well was it
indeed for Roland and Dick that they had guides so faithful and clever
as Benee and Charlie. But for them, indeed, the expedition would have
been foredoomed to failure.
Benee indeed was really the guiding star. For in his own lonesome
wanderings he had surveyed the whole country as it were, and knew every
fitting place for a camp, every ford on every stream, and every pathway
through the dense and dark forests.
They were but the pathways made by the beasts, however, and often all
but impassable. Still, in single file they marched, and were always
successful in making their way. Two whole months passed away, and now,
as they were nearing the cannibal highlands, greater precautions than
ever were required.
And for a week they had to turn night into day, and travel while the
savages slept.
They kept away, too, from any portion of the country which seemed to
have the slightest claim to be called inhabited. Better they should
herd with the wild beasts of the forest than sight the face of even a
single savage. For swift as deer that savage would run towards the
cannibal head-quarters and give information of the approach of a
pale-face horde of enemies.
At last there came a day when Benee called a council of war.
"We now get near de bad man's land," he said. "Ugh! I not lub mooch
blood."
"Then what would you have us do?" said Roland. "Shall we advance boldly
or make a night attack?"
"No, no, no, sah. Too many cannibal warrior, too much pizen arrow,
sling, and spear. No; build here a camp. Make he strong. Benee will
go all same. Benee will creep and crawl till he come to father and
mother house. Den Benee make all right. Pray for Benee."
Benee left, poor Brawn bidding him a most affectionate farewell. Surely
that honest dog knew he was bent on saving his little mistress, if only
he could.
Charlie, the ex-cannibal, stayed in camp for the time being, but he
might be useful as a spy afterwards.
It is needless to say that the prayers of both our heroes were offered
up night and day for Benee's success, and that their blessings followed
him.
But we do not always receive the answers that would appear to us the
best to our prayers, however earnest and heartfelt they may be. Still,
we know well, though we are generally very loth to admit it, that
afflictions are very often blessings in disguise.
And now Benee was once more all alone on the war-path, and he followed
his old tactics, creeping quietly through the jungle only by night, and
retiring into hiding whenever day began to obliterate the stars. Roland
gave orders for the camp to be immediately fortified. It was certainly
a well-chosen one, on the top of a wooded hill.
This hill was scarcely a hundred feet high, but although it might be
taken by siege, its position rendered it almost impregnable as far as
assault was concerned.
A rampart with a trench was thrown round three sides of it. That was
apparently all that would be needed.
Looking from below by daylight even, hardly a savage could have told
that an enemy held the hill.
And now there was nothing to do but to wait. And waiting is always
wearisome work.
But let us follow Benee.
His progress was slow, but it was sure, and at last he reached the
cottage where good Shooks-gee and his wife resided.
But here was no one save his "mother", as Benee lovingly called her.
A great fear took possession of his mind. Could it be that his father
himself was dead, and that Weenah was captive?
His lips and voice almost refused to formulate the question nearest to
his heart.
But his mother's smile reassured him. Weenah was safe, and at the court
of the queen, and Shooks-gee himself was there. So Benee grew hopeful
once more.
But his task would be by no means an easy one.
First and foremost he must establish communication between the captive
girl and himself. How could this be done?
Had Shooks-gee been at home it might have been managed simply enough.
But he himself dared not appear anywhere in sight of the savages.
He felt almost baffled, but at last his mother came to his rescue.
The risk would be extreme. These cannibal savages are as suspicious of
strangers as they are fierce and bloodthirsty, and if this poor,
kindly-hearted woman was taken for a spy her doom would be sealed.
But see the young queen she must, or little Weenah, her daughter; for
great though Benee's abilities were, he did not possess the
accomplishment of writing.
----
Dressed as one of the lowest of peasants, the mother of Weenah set
boldly out on her forlorn hope the very next day, and in the afternoon
she was within one mile of the palace itself.
Here she hid herself in the jungle, and after eating a little fruit went
to sleep.
The stars were still shining when she awoke, but she knew them all, and
those that were setting told her that day would soon break.
To pass through the soldier-guards and enter the palace would, she knew,
be an utter impossibility. There was nothing for it but to wait with
patience, for her husband had told her that the queen rode out for a
scamper over the plains every forenoon.
He had even told her the direction she usually took, not riding fast,
but with Weenah running by her side, keeping a long way ahead of her
lover guardian, whichever one of them might happen for the time being to
be the happy man.
Benee's mother was as courageous as a mountain cat. She had a duty to
perform, and she meant to carry it out.
Well, we are told in some old classic that fortune favours the brave.
It does not always do so, but in this case, at all events, this good
woman was successful.
At a certain part of the plain there were bushes close and thick enough,
and just here Leeboo with her little charger must pass if she came out
to-day at all.
It was at this spot, then, that Weenah's mother concealed herself.
Nor had she very long to wait, for soon the sound of the pony's hoofs
fell on her ear, beating a pleasant accompaniment to two sweet voices
raised in song.
The Indian woman raised herself and peeped over the bushes.
Yes, they were coming, and alone too, for Kaloomah could not run so fast
as Kalamazoo, and was a long way behind.
With characteristic impulse Weenah rushed forward and was clasped for a
moment in her mother's arms.
And, somewhat astonished, Leeboo immediately reined up.