THE SOUND OF FIRING.
Jack Everson was hardly less impatient than the doctor over the
obstinacy of their lately made friends. He reminded them that the
physician had spent a score of years in that part of the world, with
which he was so familiar that his judgment ought to outweigh theirs,
but the argument was useless. They had decided to stick to the boat
that had served them so well and could not be dissuaded. Their plan,
as they had intimated, now that they found they could go little further
up stream, was to descend to the Ganges, with a view of working their
way down to some of the cities, where they hoped to find the English
had succeeded in holding out against the mutineers.
Could this be done, and could such a haven be reached, all would be
well, but the doctor assured them they were leaning upon a broken reed.
When it became evident that all persuasions were useless the parties
separated. A common peril had brought them near to one another and it
was impossible that that they should part except as friends. All felt
the solemnity of the hour. Each wife kissed and embraced Mary Marlowe,
and like her shed tears at what they felt was probably the final
parting, so far as this world was concerned. The men warmly shook
hands and there was more than one tremulous voice when the three passed
over the side of the boat and said farewell.
The latter walked some distance through the jungle, which was so dense
that they were obliged to follow one of the numerous paths made by the
animals in going to and coming from the water. The doctor, by virtue
of his superior knowledge, took the lead, with his daughter close
behind, and Jack Everson bringing up the rear. They were silent and
thoughtful, for their spirits were oppressed by a deep gloom and the
feeling that something dreadful impended.
Not far off the path which they were following expanded into a natural
clearing two or three rods in extent. When they reached the spot the
doctor halted and faced his companions.
"I now know where we are," he said in an undertone; "we have to follow
this path a little way back, when we enter a hilly and rough country,
where the jungle is more open. It is cut up by numerous trails like
this, most of which have been made by the feet of wild animals, but one
of them leads northward and finally enters a highway, which if followed
far enough will land us in the Nepaul country."
"I assume from what you have said that it will not be safe to stick to
this road?" said Jack.
"No; for two or three days while travelling over it we shall be in
constant danger; our task will be to make our way over it without
attracting the notice of any of our enemies who are scouring the
country for us."
"Is the thing possible?"
"I should not undertake it did I not think so; the danger will threaten
for probably a hundred miles, though growing steadily less as we
proceed."
"Will it not be safer to do our travelling by night?" asked the
daughter.
"That is what I mean to do after reaching the more plainly marked path,
which connects with the highway. I see no risk in pushing through the
jungle by day, since the only foes we are likely to encounter are
four-footed ones. If we meet any such we must refrain from firing,
since the reports of our guns will be sure to draw attention to us. I
mean, of course," explained the doctor, "that our weapons are not to be
appealed to unless there is no escape otherwise, as was the case with
the tiger."
While he was speaking, Mary gave a faint gasp and caught his arm. She
and Jack were facing the point toward which his back was turned.
Seeing that it was something behind him that had startled both, the
doctor turned his head. As if to emphasize the words just spoken, he
saw an immense spotted leopard, motionless in the trail not more than
fifty feet away. Evidently he was trotting to the stream, when he
caught sight of the three persons, stopped short, raised his head and
stared wonderingly at them.
The leopard shares the reputation of the tiger for deadly ferocity and
daring. When more than 20,000 persons are killed in India every year
by wild animals and serpents, it will be found that the leopard is one
of the most active among these factors of death, and holds his own well
up with the tiger.
Like the venomous serpent, the leopard had a terrible beauty all his
own. As he stood with head raised, eyes glaring, mouth slightly parted
and his long tail lashing his sides with a force that made the thumping
against his glossy ribs plainly audible, his pose was perfect. What a
picture he made!
The question that was to be quickly answered was whether the fearful
brute would allow himself to be turned aside from the path and withdraw
again into the jungle with his thirst unslaked. If he did he would not
be molested; if he presumed to advance upon the party, whom he
evidently held in slight fear, let him be prepared for the consequences!
Jack Everson fumbled his rifle and looked with sparkling eyes at the
beast.
"What a chance for another bull's-eye!" he said, in a low voice. "I
would take him right between and above his forelegs, where I should be
sure of reaching his heart."
"Don't fire unless he advances to attack us," warned the elder.
It would be hard to say what induced the leopard to retreat, for, as
has been said, he is one of the most dangerous denizens of the jungle;
but, while our friends were expecting a charge from him, he wheeled
about and trotted off.
"It looks as if he had learned something of your skill," remarked the
doctor with a smile.
Again, while the words were in the mouth of the speaker, he was
interrupted, this time in a more terrifying manner than before.
From the direction of the stream which they had left but a short time
previous, and undoubtedly from the boat itself, came the reports of
firearms. There were no shouts or outcries, but the firing was rapid
and apparently made by gun and pistol.
"They have been attacked!" exclaimed Mary; "we must go to their help!"
She impulsively started along the path, but her father seized her arm
and said sternly:
"Remain here! It is no place for you; Jack and I will do what we can."
Perhaps in the excitement of the moment the parent did not fully
comprehend the danger of leaving his daughter alone in the jungle, even
at so slight a distance and for so brief a time as he anticipated, with
nothing but a revolver as a means of defence; but he and Jack Everson
were eager to rush to the aid of their friends, and they hurried over
the trail without even looking back at her.
The young man was slightly behind his companion and both broke into a
loping trot. Each held his rifle in hand, on the alert to use it the
instant the opportunity presented itself.
It will be borne in mind that the distance from the slight natural
opening to the boat was short, and a few minutes sufficed for the two
men to cover it; but a strange thing happened. The reports of firearms
which had broken out with such suddenness ceased with the same
abruptness, and the silence because of the contrast was tenfold more
oppressive than before.
"What can that mean?" asked Jack, as his companion slackened his pace.
"_It means that they are through_!" replied the doctor, whose face was
of deathly paleness. "My God! what have we escaped!"
"We shall soon know," replied Jack, catching the awful significance of
the words; and then he added to himself:
"We may have escaped it, but for how long?"
A few rods further and they were at the side of the stream, and the
boat loomed to view through the thick undergrowth and vegetation.