WE OUTWIT THE ENEMY
In the gray of the morning I stood with my friends beside the rail,
peering anxiously at a dim black line that marked the Yucatan coast. In
order to avoid the islands and settled coast districts of the north-east
we had approached Yucatan by way of the Mosquito Coast and British
Honduras, expecting to sight the country in its wildest and most
barbarous district.
Chaka, who had resided as a boy in the interior but had made several
trips to the sea, was uncertain whether he would recognize the Bay of
Mopa from the water or not. It was from the bay I have mentioned, which
lay in the hostile Mopane territory, that the trail led into the country
of the Itzaex—the only trail Chaka knew of and therefore the trail we
must follow.
Although waging a fierce warfare with neighboring tribes the Mopanes
were accustomed to deal arbitrarily with ships and expeditions from
Honduras which came to trade for the enormous green turtles that
abounded on their coast. This fact we relied upon to shield us from
immediate hostilities.
As the sun slowly rose and dissolved the gray shades from the morning
sky we found ourselves quite near to a wild but very attractive shore.
The sandy beach was shelving and touched the sea at a level. Back of the
beach began the scrub—low bushes somewhat resembling our sage-brush, but
set closer together. Beyond the scrub rose the great forests of logwood
and mahogany, covering the land as far as the eye could reach.
Chaka told us the villages of the Mopanes were all within the forest’s
edge, but by eight o’clock, when we came close enough to view the scene
distinctly, we were enabled to see statuesque bronze figures dotting the
shore here and there. Doubtless these were sentinels, set to watch us
and see where we landed.
“Not here!” exclaimed the Maya, shaking his head.
We swung around and steamed slowly north, keeping sharp watch for hidden
shoals and rocks, as no map in my father’s collection was able to guide
a mariner in these practically unknown waters. Small bays and
indentations were numerous, and each of these Chaka scanned with
thoughtful care. Once, indeed, he decided he had found the right place,
and we ventured into a pretty bay and lay to while our guide carefully
considered the landmarks. But the native, although slow to form
conclusions, had a positive nature and was not to be deceived by minor
appearances.
“Not here, Cap’n Steele,” he said again, and we stood out and continued
on our way, hugging the coast as closely as we dared in order to give
Chaka a better view.
We passed the whole day in this tedious search and it was almost evening
when the Maya gave a cry of delight and raised his arms to indicate that
he had sighted the right haven. It was more a bight than a bay, and my
father looked grave at the huge rocks scattered a full quarter of a mile
from the shore line.
Natives watched us here, as everywhere, and when we lay to a score of
dugouts were pushed into the water and filled with Indians who soon
swarmed along our side. Chaka now kept out of their sight, fearing to be
recognized, and Allerton called to one lot of natives which showed an
impudent disposition to board us, to keep off or take the consequences.
They were astonished to hear a white man speak the Maya tongue and
declared they wanted to come aboard to “trade.” Allerton replied that we
had nothing to trade and would proceed at once on our way north.
This did not seem to satisfy them. They were all copper-colored,
athletic fellows, quick and nervous in action and with jet-black eyes
which glinted fiercely. They seemed utterly unafraid of us and one boat
load of four made a sudden dash up our side, leaping to seize a rope
ladder we had left swaying from the bulwarks and climbing it with the
agility of cats.
Ned Britton happened to be watching that spot and the burly mate grasped
the first native by an arm, swung him clear of the side, and then hurled
him bodily at the others following. All four went down with a rush,
disappearing below the surface of the placid water, while their comrades
screamed an angry defiance and sent a volley of small slender
darts—which reminded me of arrows—aimed at every head showing above the
side. We had no trouble in dodging them, but Allerton warned us they
were poisoned and we did not relish such an attack.
Captain Steele had already rung to go ahead and we gathered way and
moved from our dangerous position as quickly as possible. The natives
Ned had dislodged scrambled into their boat again, but the fellow he had
seized seemed to have a broken arm and howled lustily as his comrades
dragged him aboard.
The Mopanes showed no disposition to follow us and as we gained the open
sea we observed them paddling back to the shore.
“A pretty reception, I must say!” growled Archie in disgust. “So that’s
the sort of vermin we’re supposed to tackle, is it?”
“I imagine this is only a sample of their peculiarities,” mused Joe.
“Mopanes bad Indians,” admitted Chaka, who had now come on deck again.
“Well, I suppose we must take them as we find them,” I rejoined, with a
sigh. “The trouble seems to be that no one has taken pains to civilize
them.”
“What’s our plan now, sir?” asked Ned, turning to Allerton.
“We’ll stand out until darkness comes on, and then return to the bay
with all lights out and disembark as silently as possible,” was the
answer. “We rely on the usual native custom of ‘sleeping nights and
fighting days’ to shield us from observation. We have now created the
impression that we have sailed away for good, and as ships are a rarity
in this latitude the Mopanes will all retire to their villages back in
the forest and go to bed. That will give us a chance to land, make our
preparation and get a good start on the secret trail leading to the
Itzaex country.”
“Meantime, what’s to become of the ship?” asked Ned.
“Captain Steele and his men will stand on and off the coast until our
return. We have arranged a series of signals so that he will know when
we approach, and come in to meet us. His task will be a tedious one, for
if all goes well it will take us at least two or three weeks to make our
journey and accomplish our purpose. Still, we may be driven back at
once, and need succor any day, especially if Chaka’s people refuse to
recognize his authority and show us hostilities.”
“In that case,” said I, “the adventure will become hopeless, will it
not?”
Allerton looked sober and did not reply. Chaka was quite undisturbed by
the suggestion of disloyalty on the part of his tribesmen and said, “If
we can fight Mopanes, we also can fight Itzaex.”
“But the chests!” I exclaimed, suddenly remembering the baggage. “What
is to become of them? One contains our supplies, you know, and I imagine
all are quite necessary to us. Yet how will nine people be able to lug
seven heavy chests through a forest trail, beset with dangers?”
“Our outfits,” explained Allerton, “are contained in three of the
chests, so when we have emptied those of their contents they may be left
behind. The other four will be provided with gas-jackets and wheels. One
man is sufficient to propel each one of them.”
I admit I looked and felt puzzled at this statement.
“And now,” continued our leader, “it is time for us to begin our
preparations, while there is a scrap of daylight. We may also light our
decks for a time, but on nearing shore we shall be black as night.”
The crew of the _Seagull_, having been already apprised of our adventure
and scenting the prize money promised them, were every one eager to be
of assistance. The chests were brought on deck and three of them opened.
“We must now shed for a time all European customs and clothing,”
announced Paul. “From this moment we assume the outfits I have provided
for the occasion.”
While the sailors looked on curiously he asked Archie to strip and dress
for his part. The boy quickly shed his apparel, even to his
underclothes, for Allerton gave him first of all a union-suit “mosquito
proof”, and—as we later found—fairly proof against the poisoned darts of
the natives. Knickerbockers and gaiters of a curious woven gauze
material—pliable metal, in fact—came next, and the gas-jacket covered
all the rest of his body save the head.
“The jacket is also an armor,” observed Allerton; “and, while it must be
worn all the time, night and day, it need not be inflated until
necessary to acquire lightness. The gas tank generator weighs but six
ounces and will be worn with the jacket, so it may be ready in any
emergency. It is the same with the eight electrites, which we eight
adventurers will keep constantly at our sides. The extra belts must, of
course, remain in one of the chests until needed, as will the extra
supply of themlyne.”
He then supplied Archie with a head-mask of curious design. The top was
like a pith helmet, very light and the more comfortable because it did
not rest upon the head but upon a globe of woven wire, in which the
boy’s entire head was encased.
This material, as transparent as a fine gauze screen, was so strong that
when Allerton tested it by jumping on it with both feet it scarcely bent
at all.
“This is a protection from gnats and mosquitoes, darts and arrows, and
all other venomous things,” said Paul. “I think we shall find them quite
comfortable when we get used to them.”
Being attached to a collar, with straps underneath the arms, these masks
remained stationary, allowing the wearer to move his head in any
direction, although he could not lower his chin very much. High leather
shoes, lined with the same material, and pliable gauze gauntlets for the
hands and arms, completed this remarkable attire. When Archie had slung
his gun over his shoulder and stuck a brace of revolvers and a bowie
into his belt, he certainly looked as curious as any individual that
ever walked.
I am quite sure that this description of Allerton’s outfit will lead the
reader to think it exceedingly clumsy and unmanageable; and such, at
first was my own opinion. But subsequent use proved the contrary.
Walking around to test his “rigging,” as he called it, Archie declared
he was not uncomfortable in the least. Everything was very light in
weight, and the gauze garments were cooler than the clothing he had been
accustomed to. Yucatan is a hot country, but not insufferably so, owing
to the prevailing breeze that comes from the sea in either direction.
Allerton had realized this in preparing his outfits.
While the rest of us, using Archie as an example, proceeded to dress
ourselves in a like manner, Allerton and Chaka were busily engaged in
drawing especially prepared gas-jackets over the four chests we were to
take with us. These coverings were then inflated with themlyne until the
heavy boxes became so light that I could lift any one of them with one
hand. No other gas known to science possesses so great buoyancy; a small
volume of it overcame weight—i. e., the attraction of gravitation—to a
wonderful degree. A single wire wheel with a broad, flat tire, was now
attached to the front end of each chest, and two handles to the rear,
converting the baggage into quaint looking wheelbarrows.
This task completed, Paul looked at a heap of material on the deck and
said, as if the thought had just occurred to him:
“I see I have an extra outfit.” He turned to look at the interested
group of sailors. “Will any one of you lads venture to join us?” he
asked.
With one accord they stepped forward and touched their caps.
“Thank you, my friends,” said Allerton gratefully. “I’ll take Pedro, I
think. He’s a native of this part of the world and therefore especially
fit to stand the climate. Will you come, Pedro?”
I thought his face showed a trace of embarrassment, perhaps chagrin, at
being chosen; but he stepped up alertly enough and was assisted into his
toggery.
“Unfortunately,” remarked the lieutenant, “I was able to procure but
eight electrites, so Pedro must depend wholly upon his firearms for
protection.”
Pedro grinned and nodded at hearing this. He was wholly ignorant of what
an electrite might be. But he could handle a gun all right, he said, and
a good keen knife was his pet weapon. With these by his side he felt
perfectly safe.
Uncle Naboth laughed immoderately as we lined up on the deck, while
Speckles, the boatswain, who was now to act as mate to Captain Steele,
threw a searchlight over the group. For it was quite dark by this time
and we were again headed back toward the bay where we were to disembark.
Nux and Bryonia, our stalwart blacks, seemed gigantic in their novel
equipment. Ned was almost as huge a figure, while the rest of us,
including Chaka, sized up to a fair and even imposing average. Pedro
laughed at us too, and at himself, while the sailors were frankly amused
at our appearance. I was myself somewhat influenced by the humor of the
situation, for while I have undertaken many adventures during my brief
life I was never so garbed before—nor was any other man, for that
matter. We were the original gas-jacketed, electrite-armed,
mosquito-and-dart-proof adventurers of the world!
Allerton and Chaka were serious enough, however, to warn us that our fun
was somewhat ill-timed. We were on the eve of a desperate and important
undertaking.
“Time to blacken up, my lads,” said father, who never neglected a sharp
lookout. So every light aboard was quickly “doused” except the shielded
one of the binnacle.
The night seemed especially favorable, although Paul said that starlight
would be as good for us as an overcast sky, provided the natives were at
home and asleep. If by chance they were prowling around they would see
us anyhow. But, for my part, I concluded it was just as well the white
_Seagull_ did not show too plainly from shore against the deep blue
water. Those Mopanes had sharp eyes, and if they observed our approach
from the forest there would promptly be something doing.
Well, we crept into the bay quietly enough, after all, only one muffled
engine doing duty, and approached the south bend of the shore as closely
as we dared. The boats were already on the davits, the oars wrapped with
canvas to prevent their creaking. Into one we loaded the wheelbarrow
chests and then our little band took places in the others.
I did not fail to press my father’s hand before I left the deck. Our
affection is fervent and strong, thank God, and we understand one
another perfectly. I knew the grim old fellow gave me a prayer in his
heart and trusted a tender Providence to send his boy back to him in
safety; but never a word of protest or caution did he utter. It might
unnerve me, and was not needed.
With scarcely a sound our keels ground on the beach. It required but a
few moments to land and carry the chests to the shore, and then we shook
hands, one and all, with the seamen and knew we had their best wishes
for our success. They returned to the ship at once, and we adventurers
quickly prepared to follow Chaka, who from this moment assumed the lead.
Nux and Bryonia each trundled a chest, as did also Pedro and Ned. The
things were so light that if we came to a rough place the men raised
them bodily and carried them across.