The East Indiaman Attacked
"A strange position to find ourselves in, sahib! We are cut off from our
friends."
"As surely as if they were a hundred miles away, Mulha," answered Owen
with a laugh, as he looked down at the animals sniffing the air beneath
them. "It really is too funny. I can laugh now, you know, for we have
come out of it all right. But it was a ticklish business, and my friend
had a very narrow shave."
"And you too, sahib. I trembled when I saw you run to pick him up; and
when you dared to stand below, and the beast charged, I shut my eyes,
for I thought that he would run round the tree and catch you. They are
cunning beasts, I have heard. I would rather fight a tiger. The squeal
of rage which these animals give upsets one's nerves."
It was, indeed, a curious position in which to find themselves, and
Owen, as he stared down at the beasts, and then at his friend, laughed
again, a careless, jolly laugh. For, now that the danger was lessened, a
huge feeling of relief had come over him. He was sincerely attached to
Jack Simpson and to Mulha, and the sight of the former exposed to the
charge of the rhinoceros had filled him with terrible misgivings. And
now they were safe, while he felt, as he reviewed the events of the past
few minutes, that he had behaved as the sergeant would have had him do.
"Always try to keep your head, my lad," he had said over and over again,
and had done all in his power to train his young charge to decide
swiftly in emergencies. As Owen thought of this he remembered the many
occasions when the faithful fellow had created sudden difficulties, all
with this object in view.
"I wouldn't do it again, I think," said Owen aloud, as Mulha remarked on
his action. "It was all so sudden, you see. There was Jack Sahib lying
helpless, and the beast had got caught in the root of that tree. It was
a piece of sheer, unexpected good fortune, and I made the most of it. I
felt awfully inclined to bolt up here though, I admit. But I am thankful
I didn't. Ah, he's coming round. Let us look at his head."
"There is a large swelling and a small wound," said Mulha, who all this
while had had one arm about the unconscious figure of Jack Simpson. "He
will be well within a week, and this bruise will soon disappear. If the
sahib will help me I will bind up the head."
Owen happened to have a spirit-flask with him, and he dragged this out
of his pocket. Then, having forced a few drops between the pallid lips
of his friend, he helped the native to bandage up the wound in the head.
And very soon afterwards Jack opened his eyes, shivered violently, and
closed them once again. When he looked about him once more it was with
the utmost amazement, while his lips framed the questions which as yet
he was too weak to ask.
"It's all right, old fellow," said Owen quietly. "You're up a
tree--literally up a tree, I can tell you; but there is absolutely no
more to fear. The beast that charged at you is dead, and has made a fine
addition to our bag."
That brought his friend into a sitting position, but as he looked down
at the ground some yards beneath, and at the animals which still
remained at the foot of the tree, the height perhaps, the sight of these
fierce beasts and the memory of their attack, and more than all, the
blow which he had received, turned him dizzy and sick, and for a time he
suffered from horrible nausea. However, within a quarter of an hour he
was better and taking an intelligent interest in his surroundings.
"My word, my head does ache!" he groaned. "It feels like a pumpkin
and--hullo! what's this?"
"My handkerchief. You bumped your head against that stone over there and
the blow knocked you silly. And a good thing too, Jack, or else I fancy
you would not be here. Had you tried to rise, and lifted yourself from
the ground at all, that ugly beast would have had you. As it was you
went down so suddenly and completely that he missed you, and went with a
rush clear over your body."
It was news to Jack, and now that the nausea had left him, and he could
look down without feeling giddy, he stared at the unwieldy carcass of
the rhinoceros thoughtfully, and then at the others, now engaged in
sniffing about their fallen comrade.
"A fine mess he would have made of me," he said at length. "I suppose a
brute like that would kill you if he trampled over you. And look at his
wicked horns! He has two, and either would be sufficient to gore one to
death. How did it happen, Owen? I mean, what kept the beast from
returning in time? You see, I was down there. I'm up here now, and the
brute is dead. How did you manage it all?"
"I will answer, if the sahib will permit," said Mulha. "This is what
occurred, for I watched all that happened. You owe your life to the
sahib here."
Very quietly and accurately he described all that had occurred, showing
how Owen had fired at the beast, and had then given orders to Mulha to
carry his friend to safety. And afterwards how he had stood and killed
the rhinoceros. Jack listened to the tale thoughtfully, and looked down
at the beasts below. He was a youth possessed of fine spirit, and a most
unselfish fellow, and it was clear that his gratitude was too great for
words. He turned his head away and felt for Owen's hand. Then he gave it
a squeeze.
"Some day, old chap," he said very solemnly, "I shall hope to do
something for you, for I do most undoubtedly owe you my life. But it
seems quite natural that I should do so. I don't know when it was that I
first began to watch you--I expect from the first hour we came
aboard--but I remember thinking that you looked like a fellow well able
to take care of himself, and of others. There was such a quiet way about
you. You were so jolly with the others, and yet something seemed to show
that you had gone through a little more, and had had experiences which
few of the subalterns or clerks could boast of. Then came your swatting
at Hindustani, the remarks made about it, and the fight. Yes, it all
seems quite natural. You have a knack of finding a way out of
difficulties, and you've brought us through this one well."
"That's all right, then," said Owen with a smile, blushing furiously red
at the compliments paid him. "Now to decide how to get clear of this
place. It is early in the day yet, but we shall have to get down to the
shore before very long."
"And while these gentlemen are down below, why, it is a little
difficult," answered Jack with a laugh, for Owen's light-heartedness was
infectious. "They won't move on, I suppose, for the mere asking?"
"Hardly. But we might speak to them in a manner which would be
understood. Supposing we try a shot or two."
Owen unslung his gun and calmly loaded the weapon, perching himself
securely in the tree meanwhile, for to have tumbled out would have been
to have courted a speedy death. For the two-horned rhinoceros of Sumatra
is not a beast to trifle with, and when his anger is aroused, as on this
occasion, he is, indeed, a terrible foe to have anything to do with.
More than that, a fact which surprised all three, and caused them to
alter their opinions, was the unexpected agility of these ponderous
animals. They had only to recollect the rapidity of the charge which the
dead beast had made to know that a rhinoceros, however unwieldy he might
appear, was in fact capable of extremely rapid action. And in addition,
as many a hunter has learned ere now, the rhinoceros is an animal
possessed of an irascible temper, which makes him an extremely difficult
and dangerous enemy to attack. However, the tree in which they had found
refuge, though it had been blasted by lightning, was still sufficiently
strong to protect them from the beasts below, and Owen made the most of
the position.
"Take him at the point of the shoulder, sahib," said Mulha, as Owen put
the weapon to his shoulder and aimed at one of them. "They are so close
that you should have every chance of killing them."
"And they stand conveniently quiet. I will do my best with them."
Owen had secured his position in the tree by straddling a bough and
passing an arm round the trunk. It was not of great girth, so that he
was still able to grasp his weapon with that hand, and by bending out a
little was able to take aim. He selected the nearest beast and waited
till it dropped its head to sniff at its dead comrade. Then he pressed
the trigger gently. The shot was followed by a most unearthly squeal,
and when the smoke blew aside there was the beast down on his side,
kicking and squealing violently. The others lifted their heads, for the
sudden shot had startled them. Then as Owen moved, preparatory to
loading his weapon again, they took fright and galloped away into the
patch of grass from which they had come.
"Watch them, sahib," shouted Mulha, starting to clamber still higher.
"Watch the top of the grass, and you will be able to follow the course
they are taking. It would never do to descend and meet them again in the
open."
"Rather not," chimed in Jack, with unusual feeling. "We--that is to say,
I, personally, have had enough of these meetings with such beasts. But
it was a fine shot, Owen. A thundering good shot!"
Following the native to the very top of the tree our hero watched the
course taken by the beasts. The waving grass told where they were
clearly, and very soon they had galloped through it. Then they took to
the open for a while, finally disappearing in some low-lying grass and
undergrowth, from which, in all probability, they had first emerged that
morning. It was a huge relief to see them go, and the three promptly
slid to the ground, Owen with the agility of a cat, and Jack somewhat
stiffly, and with unusual care, for he still felt the effects of his
fall and the stunning blow on his head. However, he declared that he was
perfectly fit for the march down to the shore.
"But what about our bag," he said with a laugh, as he stood over the two
huge carcasses, inspecting the horns and the scaly hide which covered
the animals. "Supposing we get aboard and tell our tale, who is going to
believe us? A precious joke there would be at our expense. They'd say
that I had dreamed it all after getting a crack over the head. No, we
must do something to convince them."
"We cannot possibly manage to take the beasts with us," laughed Owen;
"and I suppose if we leave them here they will have disappeared by
to-morrow morning. Besides, the ship sails to-night, I believe. But I'd
like very much to take something just to remind me of my first
experience of big-game shooting."
"And of the narrow escape which you and I had. Let's ask Mulha."
They gathered round the two huge animals and discussed the question. For
though none had ever set foot in Sumatra before, and all were very
ignorant of the animals to be found there, yet they rightly guessed that
there would be many carnivorous beasts sheltering in the forests whose
instinct or sense of smell would bring them to the food so easily to be
obtained, and which ere the morning came would tear the carcasses to
pieces. Owen scratched his head, Jack placed his foot on one of the
beasts and then clambered on to the massive ribs, while Mulha looked at
the rhinos thoughtfully.
"If we were elsewhere, and had others to help us, sahibs, we would skin
the beasts and remove the skulls. As it is, we can take the ears and
tails, and the feet too if my masters wish it."
"And what about the head and horns?" asked Owen quickly. "That is what I
should like. Have you a knife, Mulha?"
The native, who was wearing a rough pair of trousers, shirt and coat,
felt for the sheath in his belt, and produced a heavy knife such as is
carried by sailors.
"We could sever the head," he said, "and then perhaps the sahib and I
could carry it. But it will be very heavy."
"Let us try it. The trophy would be a fine one, and once we get it on
board, no doubt we could have it properly preserved. Give me the knife,
Mulha."
However, the native would not agree to this, and at once set to work to
sever the head of one of the beasts. It was not such an easy task as one
might have expected, for the skin was wonderfully tough. However, he
finally decapitated the animal. Then he gathered a bundle of the grass,
and having found some creeper amongst the forest trees near at hand, he
tied the trophy up, suspending it from a straight length of bough which
he cut down from the tree in which they had taken refuge. A stroke of
the blade of his knife then divested both carcasses of the tails, which
he pushed into his pockets.
"Then we are ready," said Owen, who was delighted with their work. "It
is high time that we were on our way back. Lead us to the glade, Mulha,
and we will see what we can do with the other beasts. We might even be
able to drag one of the pigs away, or take the head of the deer. Now, up
with your end of the stick."
He grasped the other end, and lifting the stick each placed one end on
his shoulder. Jack carried one of the guns, declaring that he was now
perfectly well again, while Owen had already slung the second over his
shoulder. Then they set out through the forest, Jack bringing up the
rear, till they reached the glade in which their first shots had been
made. And here a few minutes sufficed to sling a portion of the deer to
their stick.
"I hate to have to leave the pigs," said Owen, as they prepared to move
off again. "But it cannot be helped. Still, it seems so cruel to kill
animals when one does not even intend to carry them away. We will see
what the captain says. Perhaps he will allow us to return with some of
the men, for fresh meat is always wanted."
The additional burden told heavily upon Owen and Mulha, for the head of
a full-grown rhinoceros is no light weight. But the quarters of the deer
happened to be of small proportions, so that they were able to stagger
along, streaming with perspiration as they went, for the heat was great,
even beneath the shadow cast by the trees of the forest. Indeed, so
close was the atmosphere that they were forced to rest after a while,
and came to a halt beside a stream which gushed out from the
undergrowth, and trickled away between the grass and stones at their
feet.
"I am thirsty, sahibs," said Mulha. "Shall we rest here for a time?"
He lowered his end of the pole as Owen did the same, and then went down
on hands and knees beside a pool of the clear running water. Then,
having satisfied his thirst, he strode off into the forest, returning
with a huge bunch of bananas, which he offered to his companions.
"I had forgotten food," he said. "There has been so much to do and so
much excitement that I did not desire any. But the work we have been
doing has made me hungry. Will the sahibs eat?"
Owen and his friend Jack Simpson were growing lads, and had had nothing
since breakfast. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that they
eagerly agreed to such a proposal, and having slaked their thirst took
the fruit and ate it with the utmost pleasure.
Then Owen and Mulha took up their burden again, and the party moved off
through the trees, their road leading them all the time downhill towards
the low-lying coast. Occasionally as they went through the forest a
troop of monkeys would cross their path, just as one had done when they
were in the glade, and would disappear amidst the trees, chattering and
screaming, and hurling defiance in their own tongue at the heads of the
intruders. Another wild pig scampered across the path, and once, to the
astonishment and dismay of the party, they suddenly sighted the flank of
an enormous animal, apparently almost asleep beneath the shade cast by
the trees.
"Rhino again!" exclaimed Owen, as he lowered the stick. "Get your gun
ready, Jack, and what about a tree?"
He rapidly selected a likely one, and at his order the whole party ran
towards it. They were in the act of climbing into the lower branches
when the beast, hearing their movements, strode from beneath the shade,
and disclosed the gigantic proportions of an elephant. He stared at them
with suspicious eyes, while he swayed slowly from side to side. Then, as
Owen lifted his weapon, the huge beast turned and went off at a trot,
smashing the boughs and smaller trees which lay in his path, and
crashing through the underwood and tenacious creepers as if they were
merely dried sticks which would break at a touch. It was with a feeling
of relief that the three hunters listened as he plunged on his way.
"One would prefer his room to his company," laughed Owen, as he turned a
somewhat scared face to his comrades. "A rhino was bad enough, but an
elephant might be worse. You see, if he had chosen to turn nasty and we
had clambered into the tree he might have rammed it down with his head.
I have heard of such things happening. Then, where should we have been?"
"It would have been better to have given in to the rhinos," smiled Jack.
"We've had an escape and are lucky. Let's push on again. I shall be glad
when we are aboard."
There was no doubt that all had had enough of adventures and would
welcome the sight of the ship. And for this reason Owen and Mulha picked
up their burden with eagerness, and strode on through the forest, Jack
following, gun in hand, while he searched on every side for signs of the
beast or of others which might happen to be in the vicinity. Once he
gave vent to a shout, which brought them all to a halt. But it was a
false alarm, and no doubt the condition of his nerves was responsible
for it.
"The narrow escape I have had and that crack over the head have put me
out," he said, by way of excuse. "I'll be honest. I have got the jumps
this afternoon, and imagine I see a rhino or an elephant in every
shadow. Push on. Take no notice of me. I am a regular girl to be so
scared."
"Hark! That was a gun surely!" suddenly remarked Mulha, lifting his head
in a listening attitude. "I even fancied I heard one an hour ago, as we
were clambering out of the tree. Why should they fire from the ship?"
"Perhaps they have completed their preparations for sailing and want to
get away," Owen ventured. "Or a favourable breeze has sprung up, and the
captain wants to make the most of it. Listen! You can hear the wind as
it strikes the tops of the trees."
"And there goes another gun!"
Jack Simpson looked at his comrades, who stared back at him doubtfully.
All had heard the gun, and had wondered what it could mean. Nor were
their difficulties lessened, for as they gathered up their trophy again
and pressed downhill towards the shore, a salvo of artillery burst from
the ship, while firing seemed to come occasionally from another point
away to their left. Worse than that; as they decreased the distance
between themselves and the shore, and came to a part where the forest
was not quite so thick, they imagined that they caught the far-off
sounds of shouting, while Owen declared that he could hear musketry
firing, as though men were engaged in warfare.
"I feel sure of it," he said doggedly, as his companions argued that
this could not be the case. "I have heard it so often before at home,
and it sounded just like that. I tell you we are not the only ones who
have met with trouble. Those on the ship have been attacked."
"Then supposing they are forced to sail away?"
Jack asked the question and looked at his companions in dismay, while
the faces of Owen and Mulha showed that the same fear had occurred to
them and that they were uneasy.
"We should be in a hole, that is all," said Owen quietly, after a long
silence, during which the firing continued. "But I am sure the captain
would never desert us. He would lie off the land, hoping to pick us up
later. But what is the use of wondering, when by pushing on we can see
what is actually happening. My advice is that we get to the shore as
soon as possible, and that we take good care as we get to the edge of
the forest that we are not seen, and that we do not expose ourselves. It
might, and probably would, make all the difference to our safety and to
our escape, supposing the ship has been attacked. Pick up the stick,
Mulha, and be careful not to let that gun go off, Jack, or we too might
be attacked."
At his words the native seized his end of the stick and they lifted
their trophies. Then, with Owen in advance and Jack in rear, they walked
on towards the shore, till the forest became far less dense, and they
caught a glimpse of the ocean.
"Halt!" cried Owen, who took command for the simple reason that Jack did
not venture to do so. "Now wait here while I push on a little and see
what is happening. There is a bit of high ground just in front, and
from there I shall be able to see the ship. There go more guns,
and--hark!"
"An enemy without doubt," exclaimed Mulha with assurance. "Sahib, I know
what is happening. I have not sailed so often across the seas between
this and England without learning who are to be avoided. In these parts,
within sail of the Malaccan Straits, there are pirates, recruited from
India and the Malay States, who waylay the biggest ships. They have
attacked East Indiamen very often, and have even matched their strength
against war vessels. They must have gained information of the arrival of
our ship, and have sailed here hoping to capture her while she was
refitting. But push on, sahib. If these pirates are indeed within sight
our plight is very serious."
Owen nodded curtly to him, and strode on at once. Little by little, as
they had plunged on through the forest toward the sea, and the sound of
heavy firing had continued, he had gathered the fact that the ship was
being attacked. Then he remembered a warning which Mr. Halbut had given
him, and felt sure after Mulha's words that the attackers must indeed be
pirates.
"And of the worst sort," he said to himself as he ran forward. "They are
the worst lot of cut-throats in existence, so Mr. Halbut said, and are a
perfect pest. In fact, something will have to be done soon, for they
prey upon the shipping in these parts, and are so bold that they even
run up into the path of the Indiamen and make some their victims. Here I
am."
He threw himself on hands and knees as he came nearly to the top of the
rising ground, and slowly crawled to the very summit. Then, selecting a
low bush he wedged his way into it, and struggling on, regardless of the
thorns, finally obtained a clear view through the leaves which clothed
the farther side. What he saw brought a low cry of astonishment from
him, for the East Indiaman was under sail, and was firing rapidly at a
number of large native craft which hovered about her. Then he turned,
and backing from the bush waved to his companions. And very soon they,
too, were gathered on the rising ground, and were watching from the
security offered by the bush.
"It is as you said, Mulha," said Owen at length. "Those ruffians must
have discovered the ship by accident, or, seeing their strength, must
have gained information of our coming and set out with the fixed
intention of making an attack. In either case, they are here, and we are
in a pretty plight. As for the ship, she seems to be holding her own.
Probably she caught sight of them the instant they appeared, and made
preparations."
"And did her best to bring us off, sahibs," added Mulha, pushing his
long arm through the bush and pointing to the shore below. "Watch there,
sahibs."
All eyes were turned to the point he indicated, and another sound
escaped Owen's lips. For he caught sight of the ship's boat, by which
they were to have returned, dragged some few feet up on to the sand;
while pushing away from the spot, and just then free of the surf, was a
huge native boat, filled with men who were shouting excitedly and
brandishing their weapons.
"Poor fellows! They must have been too late, and unable either to return
to the ship or escape the enemy," exclaimed Owen, as he caught sight of
three limp figures stretched on the sand. "These ruffians must have
crept along the coast and come upon them unawares. And now they are off
to help the main attack."
"Leaving the boat for our use, perhaps, sahibs," whispered Mulha. "All
is not lost for us yet. We might put off as the night comes."
Whether this would be possible it was hopeless to decide at that moment.
For the ship upon which they had sailed from England might not make good
her own escape. But it looked as if she would; for as the three stared
out to sea they saw her, with sails fully set, steering out of the bay.
And as she went smoke belched from her sides, for she carried a dozen
guns, the shot sometimes striking the water and ricochetting, while some
few crashed into the four native craft which hovered about her, drawing
excited cries of approval from Owen and his friends. It looked, indeed,
as if she would make good her escape, for within half an hour she had
drawn away from the enemy, while one of the native craft lay well in
rear, her mast having been knocked down by one of the shots.
"She will stand out till she has shaken them off," said Owen at length,
"then she will make all ready for a renewal of the battle, and will wait
on the chance of our returning. It's getting dusk, Jack. We shall have
to make the most of the evening."