CHAPTER IX.

SCOUTING.

Had Mr. Jack Everson spent a few years in Hindoostan he would not have

made the blunders that we are obliged to record concerning his

movements after parting from his friends on the boat. He had acquitted

himself pluckily while in the house of the physician, but his escape

from death at the hands of Mustad and his companion was providential

and, under similar circumstances, was not likely to be repeated once in

a thousand times.

Moreover, with his knowledge, already gained, of Asiatic cunning, he

ought to have reflected that if two of their dusky enemies were within

the house there were likely to be others in the immediate neighborhood.

It looked as if Mustad had entered the dwelling expecting to find the

physician there. He was prepared with an excuse for his abrupt

departure and an explanation that would satisfy his indulgent master

and mistress. Keeping his companion in the background the wretch could

then complete his plans for turning the party over to the fury of their

brother murderers, who probably were calmly waiting on the outside for

the signal.

Nothing of all this, we repeat, entered the head of Jack until he had

made the change in the course he was following and had passed down the

slope to the river bank. His effort to mislead his enemies necessarily

took him some distance above the point where he had left the boat, and

he now set out to find his way to it. It was while he was engaged in

doing so that he became aware that he was followed.

"Well, I'll be hanged!" he muttered, coming to an abrupt stop; "it

seems to me that these infernal imps are everywhere."

He had not seen any one, but a rustling, grating noise in the shadow of

the nearest tree told him where the immediate danger lay. Believing

that an unexpected course was best he wheeled and ran at full speed

toward the tree, which contained a large number of dense,

wide-spreading branches.

The result was surprising. Instead of one native, two leaped out from

cover and ran away at full speed. They had been stealing after him, on

the watch for a chance to bring him down by a blow in the back, when

the tables were turned in this unexpected manner. Jack, therefore, had

no hesitation in firing at the one on his right, and immediately after

at his companion, whose superior speed had placed him considerably in

advance. As a consequence, he missed the latter, while the first

emitted a screech, leaped high in air and sprawled forward on his face

as dead as Julius Caesar.

The fact that his pursuers were two in number led the young man to

believe they were Mustad and his companion, whom he had heard in the

house. A few minutes later he made another halt. He was able, despite

the gloom, to identify the spot where he had left the boat, but it was

not in sight.

"I told them not to wait for me, and they acted on my suggestion. They

can't be far off, and I hope have run into no trouble."

The occurrences of the last quarter of an hour gave Jack a vivid idea

of the increasing peril. The natives from the nearby town were hunting

for the physician, his daughter and himself, all of whom had not left

the house a minute too soon and now, while he paused on the shore of

the river and listened, he too caught the sound that had filled his

friends with dread. There were no noises from the jungles to the

eastward, though at times the outcries are terrifying, and the shouts

and shrieks of the mutineers and their victims at Meerut and Delhi were

too far away to reach his ears, but he heard now and then the faint

sound of paddles out on the stream.

"Anderson spoke of using paddles," reflected Jack, "but it was a

misnomer, for they have none, and they would not have pushed so far out

from shore when they knew I expected to return so soon. All that

proves that a party of devils have also a boat and are hunting for the

one in which our new friends are groping for safety."

This threatened to make a new complication, but the plain course for

Jack was to keep along the shore of the river and press his search for

the craft, which he was certain was not far off.

His experience had taught him the need of unceasing vigilance, and as

he advanced, he scrutinized the ground in front and on every hand, like

a scout stealing into a hostile camp. Within less time than he counted

upon he saw the boat lying close to shore, where his friends were

awaiting him. As soon as he recognized the craft he announced himself

in a guarded undertone, to guard against any mistake, and the next

moment clambered aboard, where, it need not be said, he was warmly

welcomed.

After they had exchanged greetings the doctor asked:

"Did I not hear the report of your pistol a little while ago?"

"Inasmuch as I discharged it very probably you did."

Thereupon Jack told of what he had seen and done since leaving the boat

to recover the pistol of Miss Marlowe. It was a story of deep interest

to all, and his account of his meeting with the faithless Mustad deeply

stirred his master.

"Despite my denunciation of the fellow I confess I had a lingering

suspicion that I might have been mistaken; but all doubt now is

removed. There is no native in all India to be more dreaded than he."

"I have a faint hope that it was he with whom I made my fourth

bull's-eye," remarked Jack.

"Hardly likely. Probably there were two others skulking on the outside

and waiting for a chance at us."

"But they had all the chance they could have asked at _me_."

"It may have been the doctor and his daughter whom they were the most

eager to secure," suggested Mr. Turner.

"That is my belief," added Anderson.

"And mine, too," joined the doctor himself. "It seems to be a trait of

our perverse human nature to hate with the deepest intensity those who

have done us the greatest kindness."

This remark meant more to Jack Everson than to any one else, for he

believed that it was the daughter who was the special object of the

natives. That reminded him of the weapon he had secured.

"Here," he said, "take it before I forget to return it."

"You risked a good deal for my sake," she said gratefully, accepting

the weapon, "and I cannot thank you sufficiently---- Well, I declare!"

She was in the act of placing the pistol in the pocket of her dress

when she made the discovery that her weapon was already there. Jack

Everson had taken Mustad's own property from him.

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