"Whugh!" ejaculated the Coromantee, as soon as his confederate was out
of hearing; "dar's someting heavy on de mind ob dat ere ole Jew--
someting wuss dan de death ob de Cussus Va'gh'n. Wonder now wha' em be
all 'bout? 'Bout dis yar book-keeper a knows it am. But wha' 'bout
him? A'll find out 'fore a'm many hour older. Daat a'll do. Gollies!
A muss go an' git some sleep too. A'm jess like de Jew masseff--han't
had ne'er a wink dis night, nor de night afore neider; nor doan expeck
get de half ob a wink morrer night! Dat will be night ob all odder!
Morrer night, if all ting go well, Chakra he no sleep him 'lone--he
sleep no more by hisseff--he hab for him bedfellow de beauty ob all de
Island ob Jamaica. He sleep wi' de Lilly--."
Ere the full name of the victim threatened with this horrid fate had
passed from his lips, the menace of the myal-man was interrupted.
The interruption was caused by a sound proceeding from the little clump
of bushes close to where Chakra stood.
It sounded exactly as if some one had sneezed--for it was that in
reality. Cynthia had sneezed.
She had not done so intentionally--far from it. After what she had
heard, it was not likely she would have uttered any sound to proclaim
her presence.
At that instant she would have given all she possessed in the world--all
she ever hoped to possess, even the love of Cubina--to have been miles
from the spot, within the safe kitchen of Mount Welcome--anywhere but
where she then was.
Long before the conversation between the Jew and Chakra had come to a
close, she had made up her mind never to see the myal-man again--never
willingly. Now an encounter appeared inevitable: he must have heard the
sneeze!
The wretched woman reasoned aright--he had heard it.
A fierce "whugh!" was the ejaculation it called forth in response; and
then the myal-man, turning suddenly in the direction whence it appeared
to have proceeded, stood for a short time silent, and listening.
"By golly!" said he, speaking aloud; "dat 'ere soun' berry like a
'neeze! Some ob dem 'ere trees ha' been a-takin' snuff. A'd jess like
know wha' sort ob varmint made dat obstropolus noise. It wan't a bush--
dat's sartin. Nor yet wa' it a bird. What den? It wan't 't all onlike
de 'neeze ob a nigga wench! But what wud a wench be a-doin' in tha?
Da's what puzzles me. Lookee hya!" added he, raising his voice, and
addressing himself to whoever or whatever might have produced the noise;
"les's hear dat ag'in, whosomebber you be! Take anodder pince ob de
snuff--louder dis time, so a can tell whedder you am a man or whedder
you be femmynine."
He waited for a while, to see if his speech would elicit a response; but
none came. Within the copse all remained silent, as if no living thing
was sheltered under its sombre shadows.
"You wan't 'neeze agin," continued he, seeing there was no reply; "den,
by golly, a make you, ef you am what a 'speck you is--someb'dy hid in
dar to lissen. No snake can't a 'neeze dat way, no' yet a lizzart. You
muss be eyder man, woman, or chile; an' ef you be, an' hab heerd wha's
been say, by de great Accompong! you life no be worth--Ha! ha!"
As he entered upon this last paragraph of his apostrophe he had
commenced moving towards the copse, which was only six paces from his
starting-point. Before the speech was completed he had passed in among
the bushes; and, bending them over with his long, ape-like arms, was
scrutinising the ground underneath.
The exclamation was called forth by his perceiving the form of a woman
in a crouching attitude within the shadow.
In another instant he had seized the woman by the shoulder, and with a
quick wrench jerked her into an erect position.
"Cynthy!" he exclaimed, as the light fell upon the countenance of the
mulatta.
"Yes, Chakra!" cried the woman, screaming ere she spoke; "it's me, it's
me!"
"Whugh! Wha' you do hya? Youb been lissenin'. Wha' fo' you lissen?"
"Oh, Chakra! I did not intend it. I came here--"
"How long you been hya? Tell dat quick!"
"Oh, Chakra--I came--"
"You hya 'fore we came in' de glade. Needn't axe dat. You no kud git
hya atterwad. You heer all been said? You muss hab heer it."
"Oh, Chakra, I couldn't help it. I would have gone--"
"Den you nebba hear nodder word more. Won't do let you go now. You
come hya; you stay hya. You nebba go out ob dis 'pot. Whugh!"
And giving to the monosyllable an aspirate of fierceness, that caused it
to sound more like the utterance of a wild beast than a human being, the
monster threw out his long dark arms, and rushed towards his intended
victim.
In another instant his long muscular fingers were clutched round the
throat of the mulatta, clamping it with the tightness and tenacity of an
iron garotte.
The wretched creature could make no resistance against such a formidable
and ferocious antagonist. She tried to speak; she could not even
scream.
"Chak-r-a, de-ar Chak-r-r-a," came forth in a prolonged thoracic
utterance, and this was the last articulation of her life.
After that there was a gurgling in her throat--the death-rattle, as the
fingers relaxed their long-continued clutch--and the body, with a sudden
sound, fell back among the bushes.
"You lie da!" said the murderer, on seeing that his horrid work was
complete. "Dar you tell no tale. Now for de Duppy Hole; an' a good
long sleep to 'fresh me fo' de work of de morrer night. Whugh!"
And turning away from the image of death he had just finished
fashioning, the fearful Coromantee pulled the skirts of his skin mantle
around him, and strode out of the glade, with as much composure as if
meditating upon some abstruse chapter in the ethics of Obi.
Volume Three, Chapter XXVII.