THE RESCUE OF SOBRININI
With Bomba, to think was to act.
In a moment he had made his way out on the bough to a point where the
foliage thinned out and there was a chance of his being seen.
“Sobrinini! Sobrinini!” he shouted at the top of his voice.
At the call, the old crone ceased paddling for a moment and turned her
haggard face in the direction of the tree.
“Who calls?” she cried shrilly. “Who is it that calls Sobrinini?”
“It is Bomba!” shouted the lad, at the same time shaking the bough of
the tree violently to attract her attention.
She caught the movement of the foliage, and, peering closely, saw the
outline of Bomba’s face and form.
“Bartow!” she cried. “Or is it Bartow’s ghost? You have come to see
Sobrinini die.”
“No!” replied Bomba. “I have come to help Sobrinini live. Come
quickly!”
This last admonition was prompted by the sight of another boat
containing several natives of the island putting out from the shore. He
sensed at once that their errand was hostile.
Sobrinini saw them too, and with a few strokes of her paddle brought
the canoe directly beneath the jungle boy.
Bomba dropped lightly into the canoe, and then held it steady until
Ashati and Neram had time to follow his example.
The other boat was coming on rapidly now, and time was pressing. Bomba
took the paddle from Sobrinini’s hands and pressed her gently to the
bottom of the boat.
But before he dipped the paddle into the water he drew his knife and
shook it menacingly at the approaching natives.
“Go back or you will die!” he shouted. “This is the knife that
frightened Nascanora. It made his heart like that of a woman. Who are
you to stand before it when even the chief of the headhunters was
afraid?”
It was a wholesome reminder, and it had an immediate effect. They
recognized Bomba now as the jungle boy whose challenge Nascanora had
been afraid to accept. That scene had made an indelible impression upon
their minds. They stopped paddling, and excited jabbering ensued.
Bomba faced them for a full minute. Then with a disdainful gesture
he replaced the knife in his belt, as though they were foes too
insignificant to bother with any further, took up the paddle, and
without once looking behind him made for the opposite shore.
His evident fearlessness and contempt decided the issue. The pursuing
party, after a little irresolution, gave up the chase and turned the
prow of their boat in the direction of Snake Island.
Sobrinini had said nothing coherent since her rescue, but sat crouched
on the bottom of the boat mumbling to herself, her long, disheveled
hair shielding her face. Bomba regarded her curiously from time to
time, half expecting to see one or more snakes make their appearance.
But it soon became apparent that all her horrid “pets” had been left
behind in her hurried flight.
Ashati and Neram kept as far away from her as they could, crowding
against each other to avoid contact with the “witch” whose name spread
terror through all that region.
Why had she fled from the island where she had so long held sway? Why
had her formerly submissive slaves turned against her? Bomba longed to
question her, but had to defer that to another time. He wished that she
had brought with her that picture, the picture of that sweet, beautiful
woman, whose eyes had looked so fondly into his.
After a long siege of paddling, the boat touched the farther shore.
Bomba jumped out and pulled the canoe far up on the shelving bank. Then
he helped Sobrinini out, while Ashati and Neram leaped ashore quickly,
glad to be freed from their enforced proximity to the witch.
At Bomba’s command, the men scattered to gather a little food from
the forest, and soon returned with nuts and berries that partially
satisfied their hunger.
Bidding them stay where they were, Bomba penetrated some distance into
the jungle to see if he could pick up the trail of Hondura and his
party.
He had not gone far before he began to sniff. He smelled smoke. His
eyes followed the indications of his nostrils, and he finally caught
sight of a shred of smoke rising above trees not far distant.
He was about to drop on his hands and knees and creep through the brush
to reconnoiter, when he heard a sound that made his heart leap with
delight.
It came to him faintly, and yet was unmistakable. Somebody was playing
a harmonica!
Reassured now, but still not abandoning his habitual caution, he moved
forward until from the shelter of a bush he could see encamped in a
clearing, while they prepared their midday meal, a large party of
natives, evidently on the warpath, as they were armed to the teeth.
He knew them at once. They were the Araos coming to the rescue of their
chief. There was Lodo, evidently in command, a little apart from the
rest. And there was Grico, squatting on his haunches and bringing weird
sounds from Bomba’s harmonica for the delectation of his mates.
Bomba stepped from the shelter of the bush, his hands upraised with
palms outward in sign of friendship.
There was a chorus of ejaculations, a hurried grasping of weapons, and
then shouts of pleasure as they recognized the newcomer.
They crowded about him with every manifestation of delight,
overwhelming him with questions. And cries of joy went up as Bomba, in
as few words as possible, told them what had happened and that Hondura
with the ex-captives must be close at hand and coming to meet them.
Instantly their meal was forgotten as they gathered up their weapons
and supplies and prepared to go forward to greet their chief, their
women, and their children.
Grico, the man with the one eye and the split nose, had listened to
Bomba’s story with such absorbed interest that he still held the
harmonica loosely in his hand. Bomba reached out coolly and took it
from him.
Grico looked astonished and sheepish. And he was still more abashed
when Bomba, noting a protuberance in Grico’s pouch, reached in and drew
out the precious revolver.
“It was good of Grico to keep these for Bomba till he should come back
again,” said the boy in the friendliest of tones, as he stowed away the
treasures in his pouch.
His look was so kindly, so innocent, that Grico did not know what to do
or say. Ordinarily this would have meant a fight. But Grico knew that
Bomba was a bad opponent to pick for a fight, and, besides, at this
moment, the boy was high in the favor of the tribe.
And Bomba’s eyes were very compelling, despite their friendliness.
Grico had never heard of an iron hand in a velvet glove, but he felt
that something of that kind was very close by.
So he swallowed hard for a moment, and then took advantage of the
opening that Bomba had given him.
“Y--yes,” he stammered. “Grico found them in the jungle and kept them
for Bomba.”
“Grico did well, and Bomba will not forget,” said the lad gravely.
It was arranged hastily that Bomba should go back and get his
companions and then join the war party as they went forward to meet
their chief.
Ashati and Neram greeted Bomba’s news with cries of delight. Sobrinini
showed no emotion whatever. It was doubtful whether she understood.
She was sunk in a state of apathy, the natural reaction from her
exciting experiences.
It was difficult to get her to her feet at all, but the need was urgent
and Bomba put his strong arm under hers, and with Ashati and Neram made
as good time as possible in the direction of the line of march.
Luckily, their journey was not prolonged, for before an hour had passed
a joyous hubbub not far ahead told them that the two parties had joined
forces. Hondura and the ex-prisoners were once more with their own
people.
Bomba was welcomed with wild acclaim when he came into view. Casson and
Pipina especially greeted him with tears and embraces that testified
how deeply they were moved.
There was a great feast to celebrate the reunion, followed by a long
powwow between Hondura, Grico and Lodo. Bomba was invited to join the
conference, but declined, as he felt this was a matter that concerned
them chiefly and he did not want to take any responsibility for the
future movements of the tribe.
The result of the powwow was that the natives formed themselves into
two bands. One, consisting of picked warriors under the leadership of
Lodo, with Grico as his lieutenant, proceeded toward the Giant Cataract
to give battle to the headhunters and remove forever, if possible,
that menace to the peaceful tribes of the region.
Others, under the guidance of the aged chief, Hondura, convoyed the
rescued women and children in the direction of their maloca, which they
planned to rebuild.
The grateful Hondura detailed eight of his men to make two litters on
which they bore Casson and Sobrinini, who had reached the limit of
their strength, to the cabin of Pipina.
When their paths at last diverged, Hondura and Bomba clasped each other
by the shoulders and vowed eternal friendship. Pirah wept bitterly at
the separation, and could only be comforted by Bomba’s promise to come
to see her before long.
Bomba had cherished a vague hope that something dramatic would take
place when Casson and Sobrinini were brought face to face. He hoped the
meeting would unlock the floodgates of memories which they shared in
common.
But to his bitter disappointment nothing of the kind occurred. Age had
changed each so utterly that neither recognized the other. They looked
at each other indifferently, and then their eyes turned away.
He had not named either one to the other as yet, and both were so
apathetic that they showed no curiosity. But though disheartened,
Bomba did not wholly despair. When they should get to the cabin of
Pipina he would try again.
Ashati and Neram had begged to be allowed to go along with Bomba, and
he had willingly agreed. The faithful fellows were devoted to him heart
and soul, and they might be of great service to him whenever he should
be compelled to absent himself from the cabin.
Shred by shred, in monosyllables and muttered exclamations, Bomba
gathered, as he walked beside Sobrinini’s litter, the reason for her
flight from the island. He had already guessed it pretty accurately.
Her harsh rule had for a long time galled the natives, who sought
an excuse for rebellion. That excuse had been found in the visit of
Nascanora. They had expected that she would annihilate him on the spot.
Was she not a witch? But when, on the contrary, Nascanora had triumphed
and taken her guest from under her protection, their belief in her
supernatural powers failed, their long-smothered resentment broke
forth, and she had been compelled to flee for her life.
The little party reached the cabin of Pipina without any untoward
happening, the braves departed for their maloca, and the little
household, now increased by three, was reëstablished.
Bomba waited till several days had elapsed and his aged charges had
become rested and strengthened after their exhausting experiences
before he broached the subject that was nearest his heart.
Then, one evening after supper, he turned to them as they were sitting
dreamily in the large room of the little cabin.
“Casson!” he said. “Sobrinini! Look upon each other and tell me what
you see.”
They started at his sharp command, and gazed bewilderedly at him, then
at each other.
At first there was no recognition, but as they gazed fixedly a dawning
wonderment came into their eyes.
Casson was the first to speak.
“Sobrinini!” he cried. “No, that is not Sobrinini. Sobrinini was
beautiful. Sobrinini could sing. And yet--and yet----”
“Casson!” exclaimed Sobrinini in her turn. “It cannot be Casson. He was
young and strong, and his hair was like that of the raven. But I am
Sobrinini. I can sing. Listen!”
She sprang to her feet and sang in her cracked voice the song that
Bomba had heard in the language he did not understand. As she sang,
Casson began to beat his withered palms together in applause, and
finally got to his feet and started to dance about the room.
It was weird and uncanny, and Bomba looked on, fascinated yet
horrified, until the song ended, the dance stopped, and the aged
participants sank trembling in their chairs.
“You do know each other!” cried Bomba. “And you know about my father
and my mother. Tell me, oh, tell me who they were, where they are! Tell
me!”
They looked at him, trying to gather their poor scattered wits. Casson
rubbed his forehead with his hand.
“Ask Jojasta,” he muttered. “I cannot remember. The door is closed. But
Jojasta knows. Ask him.”
“But Jojasta is dead!” exclaimed Bomba.
“Oh, yes,” replied Casson. “You told me he was dead. Then ask
Sobrinini. Nini will know.”
In desperation, Bomba turned to the woman.
“You tell me,” he begged. “You were going to tell me when Nascanora
came. Tell me now!”
“I forget--I forget,” murmured Sobrinini. “I cannot tell you, Bartow.”
“I am not Bartow,” said Bomba.
“Then you are his ghost,” muttered the crone.
“No, no!” cried Bomba. “Look at me. Try to remember.”
She stared at him long and hard.
“If you are not Bartow nor Bartow’s ghost, you are his son,” she
declared. “Andrew Bartow and Laura--yes, her name was Laura--had a son
who was named Bonny. She used to sing to him like this--” and again
she crooned the tender cradle song that had stirred Bomba so strangely.
She relapsed into meditation, still humming that haunting song.
“Yes,” prompted Bomba eagerly. “Where are Bartow and Laura now? And
Bonny----”
“Bonny!” she repeated. “Oh, yes, Bonny was stolen. He was stolen from
home by--by--Japazy! That was his name--a half-breed. Japazy hated
Bartow and hated Casson, too. I do not know why he hated them. And
then--and then--oh, I cannot remember! But ask Japazy--he will know.
Look for Japazy on Jaguar Island above the cataract.”
Her voice died away in disjointed mutterings, and from neither her nor
Casson could he get anything clearer that evening nor in the days that
followed.
The boy was desperate. It seemed that the half-demented man and woman
could get no further. Bomba had got merely a clue.
But that in itself was something. How Bomba followed it up and what
exciting perils and adventures he met in fulfilling his task will be
told in the next volume of this series, entitled: “Bomba the Jungle Boy
on Jaguar Island; or, Adrift on the River of Mystery.”
From the pain and disappointment in his heart Bomba sought relief with
his wild friends of the forest. They could always sympathize with his
mood and in some degree understand it. To them he talked, and they
chattered in reply. And his sore heart was eased in their companionship.
One day, when he had been playing his harmonica and Doto, the monkey,
and Kiki and Woowoo, the parrots, and others of their mates were
gathered around him, there was a crashing in the bushes, and faithful
Polulu, the giant puma, bounded into the clearing.
The others scattered like magic as the formidable beast came up to
Bomba, purring and rubbing his head against him.
“Good old Polulu!” exclaimed Bomba, as he caressed the great head
affectionately. “He is one of Bomba’s best friends. Bomba is glad to
see him. But Bomba cannot stay with Polulu long. He is going on a long
journey. For Bomba’s place is not here. He is not a native of the
jungle. He has a soul. He is white. Yes, Bomba is white. And Bomba’s
soul cannot be at rest until he dwells among the white people.”
THE END
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16. BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY AND THE HOSTILE CHIEFTAIN
17. BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY TRAPPED BY THE CYCLONE
18. BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY IN THE LAND OF BURNING LAVA
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_A new group of stories laid in the Canadian Northwest by Mr. Snell,
a master writer of the glories and the thrilling adventures of the
Canadian Northwest Mounted Police. Each book is an individual story,
well written, beautifully bound, and contains a story that all boys
will enjoy._
_Large 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Jacket in color. Price 50 cents per
volume._
_Postage 10 cents additional._
1. THE LEAD DISK
Tom Baley, leaving college goes north into Canada, hoping to join the
Northwest Mounted Police. His application is turned down by his own
uncle, an officer on the force, but after many thrilling adventures
and encounters with the Disk Gang he is able to win the coveted
uniform.
2. SHADOW PATROL
Luke Myers is sent into the Caribou Mountains to solve the mystery of
The Shadow, about whom many conflicting stories are told. There are
struggles with the outlaws, and finally a great running battle down
the fog-obscured mountain trails ... at the end of which the outlaws
are captured and the mystery of The Shadow is solved.
3. THE WOLF CRY
Donald Pierce is sent to solve the mystery of his father’s
disappearance, into the unmapped barrens where King Stively weaves his
web of wickedness, and rules a territory the size of a small empire
with a ruthlessness and cunning that baffles the best of the Mounted
Police. Behind all is the dread Wolf Cry which causes brave men to
shudder....
4. THE SPELL OF THE NORTH
Sergeant David Stanlaw, stationed at Spirit River, is puzzled by a
local killing, the disappearance of the body, the finding of a code
message, and by the mystery of the “Listening Forest,” which casts a
shadow of dread over the little town of Wiggin’s Creek. With the help
of Jerry Bartlett they capture the leaders of the gang and solve the
mystery of the “Listening Forest.”
5. THE CHALLENGE OF THE YUKON
Robert Wade whose patrol runs from Skagway on Chattam Strait north
into the Yukon country follows in the wake of a stampede to a new gold
strike. With the aid of his friend, Jim MacPhail, Wade frustrates the
outlaws, who try to trap the whole town behind the “Pass of the
Closing Door,” and then races them to and across the breaking ice
floes of the Yukon. A strong adventure story all boys will enjoy.
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, Publishers New York
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