The announcement staggered Barry and caused Little to gape like a
stranded codfish. The ex-salesman, not having suffered such a relapse as
the skipper, got in motion first and darted outside to get a better
grasp on things in the open air. Mrs. Goring and Barry, left alone,
looked at each other closely for a silent moment, then the skipper
gasped:
"Leyden's work!"
"I'm afraid it is," replied the woman, and her soft eyes moistened at
his agony. "His work or his agency, Captain."
"Mrs. Goring," Barry's voice grew level and cold, "will you tell me what
relationship there is between that sweet girl and that utter scoundrel?
She saw some of his fine work when Rolfe found us on those ant heaps;
she heard all about Leyden's fake sailors, by whom we were taken; she
told me over and over that she believed in Vandersee--yet last evening
she returned to the same old story, doubting me and my business, and
intimating that Leyden was the wronged innocent. I'm no lady's man--I'm
a simple sailor--and I'm blessed if I can fathom it!"
Mrs. Goring was silent for several minutes, gazing into his face with
deepest sympathy. She was troubled too; but under the pain a glad
resignation seemed to shine out. She said, very softly:
"My dear friend, a woman's heart is a wonderful enigma. A girl's first
love is far more wonderful. It is beyond reason, beyond understanding,
incapable of analysis. And that is all the mystery with Natalie. She is
the soul of purity, Captain, and more honest than honor. You have seen,
and others have seen, that she likes you and aches to believe in you;
but, innocent soul that she is, Leyden met her first, was the first man
to apply himself to winning her affections, and he has fascinated her.
You know she has left the Mission to go back to Java with him?
Yes--Then, knowing what you do of her, can't you see that this is only
another example of the splendid loyalty that actuates her? My good
fellow--" Mrs. Goring's tone became almost motherly, and Barry
worshipped her for it--"poor Natalie is to experience a sad
disillusionment very soon; she will suffer; but from the suffering she
will emerge as clean as before in mind and body, and when her loyalty is
enlisted in the proper place, the fortunate man will be glad that such
loyalty is in her."
"That is all very well," Barry retorted hotly. "But why is she to go
through all this trouble? Surely you have had chances enough to put her
right. Leyden should have been run off the place when he first arrived.
Vandersee is full of mystery, too, and I can't for my life see why he,
if he is, as he says, a Government man, can't take charge of the
schooner there, flog the jungle with trackers, and finish Leyden and his
opium runners off-hand. Why, he has had a dozen chances. If my hands had
not been tied by secret orders and later circumstances, I could have
potted the beggar myself, easily. Now Miss Sheldon is gone. Where? You
say Leyden fascinates her. Well, has she joined him? Where can she find
him, in this maze of poisonous bush?"
"Let me assure you again, Captain Barry, that Mr. Vandersee is just what
he has represented himself to be. Though things have happened to make
you doubt him perhaps, believe me if I say that Leyden will not be
killed by any chance bullet; he will be caught, and caught when his
capture will have the result of bringing all the tangled threads
together in the presence of every one vitally concerned. There is
something far, far more serious than opium smuggling, or Houten's
affairs, or his conflict with your party, for him to answer for. He will
answer for all in the one great instant. Won't you please, please,
Captain Barry, throw aside all doubts of Mr. Vandersee?"
She clasped both hands about his arm, gazed pleadingly into his dark
face, and her red lips quivered piteously.
"I'd be glad to, Mrs. Goring, only for Miss Sheldon," replied Barry, his
brain whirling again. "I have always believed in Vandersee, except at
moments like these, when I think I ought to be taken more into his
confidence. Can you wonder why I doubt, when that innocent girl vanishes
like a ghost, and we all know what kind of snake waits in the grass for
her?"
"Oh, I wish my--Mr. Vandersee--would come!" panted Mrs. Goring. "What
can I say to you, Captain? I understand, perfectly, your emotions. Yet I
can only repeat what seems to you a parrot cry, that Miss Sheldon shall
not suffer one jot at Leyden's hands, except the suffering that must
come with disillusionment. I say it again, and I swear it by the God
that shall kill me if I lie!"
Barry rumpled his hair in perplexity. He did believe this pleading
woman, usually so capable but now so piteous. But everything that had
lately happened went to make chaos more chaotic in his mind. He placed
his hand gently on the woman's shaking shoulder and soothed her:
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Goring, I believe all you say about Vandersee and am
trying to believe the rest. I want to, because I have long since ceased
to puzzle myself over your errand here or the manner of your arrival,
and only see in you a woman bravely carrying on some great struggle that
I know nothing of yet. But you ran in here five minutes ago, crying out
that Natalie had vanished--the one thing on earth to send me headlong
through the place with murder in my soul--and now you try to prevent me
doing a thing towards finding what's happened to her."
"Oh, I can't explain it, Captain," she cried, but her face was brighter
now. "I'm only a woman, too, and Natalie's disappearance shocked me,
although I had expected it. I ran in on an impulse; an impulse forced me
to try to restrain you; and I made a bad mess of it altogether, I'm
afraid. It is so utterly vital, so tremendously imperative, that Leyden
comes to no serious harm before Mr. Vandersee is ready to strike, that I
feared to let you or Mr. Little seek him out in hot temper to kill him
perhaps. But I do care about Natalie. Though I know quite well that she
will suffer no harm at Leyden's hands here, my blood curdles at the
thought of her being near him at all," Mrs. Goring shuddered violently,
and Barry saw in her face a look of furious loathing that implanted
still another question for future investigation in his already burdened
mind. She went on: "If I have persuaded you of the necessity for leaving
Leyden's fate in Vandersee's hands, Captain, I shall see you start out
to find Natalie with glad heart, and God speed you."
"Then speed me now," laughed Barry, buckling on a cartridge belt and
looking to the magazine of his automatic pistol. "Tell me one thing,
though, to quite settle my doubts: What makes you so certain that Leyden
can't harm Natalie, if she is in his hands? Then I'll go like a shot."
"You saw the dwarf at the gate?"
"Oh, yes, and he's a good hand at flinging a silent knife!"
"There's your answer, Captain. He, or another of his tribe, is within
knife-throw of Leyden every minute!"
"Oh, good!" cried the skipper. "Then if I find gargoyle-face, I find
Miss Sheldon too, eh?"
"If she has joined Leyden, yes, Captain. I hope you find her and can
bring her back. I will tell Mr. Vandersee where you have gone. I
expected him before this. Good luck."
Barry went out, grimacing sourly in spite of himself. Always Vandersee!
Every turn in the course Vandersee!
"Oh, well," he grinned, regaining his good temper as he caught sight of
Little coming towards him, armed to the teeth, "I'm skipper of a ship
that's a home for mud-eels at present; so I may as well do as friend
Little does, take all in good part until my boss says fight, then take
all my grouch out of the fellow I scrap with."
Little swung in alongside of the skipper, and as they went out through
the stockade gate, he chattered on:
"Been snooping around, Barry, while you were flirting with the fair lady
inside, and I found out that our friend over the gate has gone off on a
job too. Figuring out the things that have gone before, I conclude
perhaps he's trying to trail Miss Natalie, hey? Good Sherlock stuff,
what?"
"Mighty good, but late," grinned the skipper. He briefly recounted what
Mrs. Goring had told him, and Little's face drew down in dismay.
"Gosh!" he grumbled. "Every time I put two and two together they make
five! When I sold typewriters, if I sold twice as many machines on a
trip as I did the trip before, I used to figure that the demand had
doubled: but out here in the jungle, by golly, if I get a lot o' clues
and map out a plan o' campaign from 'em, I find that my clues are old
stuff and a little bow-legged skeezics with a face like a cancelled
Chinese stamp has already eaten up most of my plan o' campaign! Ain't it
a shame?"
"Shocking!"
"You said it! But allee samee, it's good to be moving again, ain't it?
There's ginger in the air, Barry. Smells like something going to happen,
to me. Good. Let 'er come! I'm tired of being fed with a medicine spoon,
and only let me get a sight o' Leyden at the end of my six-gun, and
blooey! Hey?"
"I wish it could be, Little, but I'm afraid it won't!"
Barry and Little halted sharply and swung to one side at the sound of a
soft voice that came out of the cane thicket. The canes parted, and
Vandersee emerged, followed like a small shadow by the deformed
gatekeeper.
"Oh, good, Vandersee!" Barry exclaimed, preparing to overwhelm the big
Hollander with a rush of questions long sizzling in his brain. "You can
tell me a lot of things now. But what's the gateman doing? I thought he
was shadowing Leyden; and hoped to find him to get some dope on Miss
Sheldon's whereabouts." Barry had passed beyond the stage where
Vandersee's sudden appearance might have startled him. He had come to
expect such things lately. But the big man's placid face clouded at the
skipper's words, and obviously he was startled out of his calm.
"Miss Sheldon's whereabouts?" he echoed. "Since when?"
"She disappeared this morning," cried Barry angrily. "Do you mean to say
that's news to you? Ask the dwarf there. He's been close to Leyden,
hasn't he?"
Vandersee spoke swiftly to the dwarf in his native dialect, and the
little man nodded his head vehemently.
"This is bad news, Captain," said the Hollander seriously. "This man has
followed Leyden all night until relieved by his mate; but Miss Natalie
has not been seen." Thinking silently for a moment, the great human
enigma suggested with his old suave smile: "This is a matter better left
to the natives, Captain, unless it should be found that Miss Sheldon is
still nearby about her own affairs. I can assure you that no harm shall
befall her--"
"Oh, confound you!" burst out Barry furiously, "all the time it's
assurances, assurances! Mrs. Goring had me almost crazy with that word;
now you pile on the agony, and I'm damned if I make another move at your
suggestion. I'm more interested in the safety of that girl than in
whatever schemes you have in hand. My business here is--"
"Pardon me, Captain Barry," interrupted Vandersee, with quiet yet utter
authority, "I understand your business to be the care of your employer's
best interests. Your interests concerning Miss Sheldon are not precisely
business, although I am ready to admit without reservation that they do
you credit. In spite of that, I must remind you that Cornelius Houten's
vessel is still in the river mud, and your contract calls for her return
to Batavia or a report from yourself that your expedition has failed."
Barry gestured wildly, bursting to speak, and Little looked on with a
puzzled grin.
With a soothing smile the Hollander concluded: "Personally I don't
believe Miss Sheldon has gone far away. She certainly is not with
Leyden. So let me assume responsibility for immediate search for her.
You shall be kept informed. At present my business is with you
entirely--oh, you too, Mr. Little--and I have come a long distance to
see you, since my messenger informed me of your near recovery. If you
will walk back to the post with me, I have a plan to lay before you
which will be in keeping with your real business and at the same time
help along the work of cleaning up my own affairs."
Together they retraced their steps, Little accepting the sudden switch
with his usual good temper, Barry gradually coming out of his dark mood
under the influence of Vandersee's quiet, capable presence that refused
to notice temper just then. They reached the main hut and found Gordon
seated at the table--his own old table of trading days--looking fit and
well, but wearing an air of intense boredom. He rose as they entered,
and Vandersee stopped him with outstretched hand.
"Stay here, Gordon," he said, with a kindly smile; "you look almost
ready for work, hey? Feeling fit again?"
"Fit as a fiddle, thanks to you and Ju--Mrs. Goring," replied Gordon, in
a voice that rang with the pressure of clean, healthy lungs. "I want to
do something. I'm infernally weary of this booby trap, playing hospital,
and climbing trees to go to bed, and laying around like a pampered
Sybarite. I'm coming out with you when you start again!"
"Not with me, yet," smiled Vandersee, and his eyes twinkled with
pleasure to see Gordon's complete rejuvenescence. Little and Barry, too,
stared amazedly at the change in the man, although they had seen
something of him during their own sicknesses and might have been
prepared for his improvement. "But I have plenty of work you can do, if
you don't mind chipping in with the skipper here. D' ye mind, Barry?"
"I'd be glad to have Gordon with me," growled Barry surlily, "if by
having him I can get into action. I too am weary--weary to death--but
it's at the mystery and theatrical mumbo-jumbo rather than at inaction.
What's your scheme now?"
"This, gentlemen." Vandersee produced a folded map and smoothed it out
on the table. It was a map of Celebes, and across the face of it ran red
lines. Celebes is shaped like no other island on earth. It is like a
nightmarish starfish shaved clean of legs on one side. It is nothing but
a series of peninsulas, and along each peninsula runs a mountain range,
from which rivers small or fairly big run either way into the sea. It
was across the peninsula partially drained by the river they were on
that the red lines were exclusively traced, and Barry noticed with a
seaman's eye that the marked soundings showed the river survey to have
been very complete, while less frequent soundings on the ocean side gave
a condition of bottom utterly obstructive to navigation. He caught
instantly the significance of the map from a naval viewpoint but was
puzzled at its significance for him or his ship. He glanced up to find
Vandersee regarding him intently.
"Good map, Vandersee," he remarked and looked his further question.
"It is a good map, Captain. And I'll show you how it will concern you
very deeply. Then I have no doubt you will see your duty lies in raising
the _Barang_ without delay.
"You see the ocean side of this map is poorly surveyed. That is because
we have decided that the coast offers no attractions for deep vessels.
The rivers are better--and this is about the best. But over on that
side--" pointing to the ocean--"lies a thick population, and there is
Leyden's great opium market. We have driven the traffic away from there;
at least, we made it impossible for vessels to run the stuff there; but
there happens to be a tremendous combination of attractions between here
and there which has caused all this trouble.
"First there is a trail across to here--very bad, but easily passable
for natives, even fairly well burdened--and then up the mountains, right
where the trail crosses, gold is found in abundance. Begin to see?" he
smiled at his audience. They looked rather less puzzled, but still
uncertain, and he went on:
"Don't you see Leyden's scheme? You, Gordon, know it, of course." Gordon
flushed uncomfortably, and Vandersee patted him on the arm gently.
"Well, gentlemen, the first thing was to report a gold find on this
river. Pardon me, Gordon, if I have to keep mentioning you in this; but
I think the soreness will wear off in time. The gold find was reported
to keep Houten quiet, since Gordon was essential in the scheme, and it
was best to have him remain as Houten's agent than have a change and get
old Houten out here to see for himself. By the way, it was Leyden's
greed that at last forced Houten to send you fellows here to search out
that gold source. Now, Leyden arranged to have carriers from the other
side come here for their opium, bringing gold in payment for it, and
Gordon received a share as his payment. He had to send some to Houten,
to keep the supply of trade goods coming in; but at last Leyden's greed
got so intense that he forced Gordon here even to pay in trade for the
small amount of gold he got, and so latterly Houten had not only
received no gold dust, but his trade goods have shown no profit."
Gordon's face had cleared as the talk went on, and when Vandersee
finished, he raised his eyes and met the gaze of all of them fearlessly,
confident in his own recovery from a hateful bondage.
"May I ask if there is anything more against Leyden than opium running?"
inquired Little quietly.
"No doubt you have heard there is," smiled Vandersee, but his smile was
sad. "My Government want that business cleaned up, of course. I think
Houten will be satisfied with your work, when it's finished, and I give
him my report too; but there is another side to the business which is
mine entirely, at least until it comes to a head, when you shall all
share in the harvest. You know, don't you, Gordon?"
The big Hollander appeared sorely agitated, and his utter alteration of
countenance sent a pang to Barry and Little. They ceased to wonder and
decided to accept Vandersee without question, when Gordon quietly
responded: "Yes, God knows I know! And when it's over, gentlemen, you'll
hate yourselves for ever doubting!"