"Not a sound. Nothing to disturb us. We have been lucky."
"And the creek lies within an hour's paddling from here, chief. Soon we
shall reach the white man who befriended me."
It was still quite dark, though the partial view which the curling river
Prahsu allowed of the east showed that there the sky was already
streaked with dull grey clouds, and that the day would not be long in
coming. It was hours since the native boat had put off from the launch,
and the paddles of the two occupants had dipped regularly and
monotonously all the while, with an occasional spell of rest. And never
once had a sound or suspicion of the proximity of the enemy alarmed
them.
"We had better paddle over to the bank and be ready to take cover
beneath the trees," said Dick, at last. "I remember that they overhang,
and that we can run in beneath them and still paddle. Let us get close
to them, and stay outside till the light is brighter."
"Or it may be that we shall be within the creek by then," came the
answer. "Then there will be no danger. We have seen no sign of the
enemy near the mine for some days past."
Turning the nose of the native boat towards the bank, they ran her in
till she was only a few yards from the long and continuous line of
overhanging boughs which clothed the side of the river. And in that
position they paddled on till the growing light warned them that longer
stay in the open would be dangerous. Then they plunged in beneath the
boughs, and continued their passage up the river. Presently a cry from
the native attracted Dick's attention.
"The creek, chief," he called out. "We will push on."
He was strangely excited, and now that the goal was in sight plunged his
paddle into the water with greater energy, and set the pace so that his
white companion had difficulty in keeping time. They surged along
through the shallows, dodging the boughs which dropped to the water, and
ducking their heads to avoid others which came dangerously near to the
boat. It was still hardly light when they shot the boat into the narrow
mouth of the creek, though as they rested on their paddles and looked
back, the gloom surrounding this narrow and foetid strip of water was
deeper when compared with the prospect offered by the river.
"At last," said Dick. "We are here in safety, and still there is no
sign of the enemy. Where is Meinheer? Shall we have trouble in finding
him?"
"Perhaps a little," was the answer. "He wanders here and there in
search of food, and to keep watch lest these Ashanti men should come to
the neighbourhood."
"Halt!" whispered Dick, suddenly, for he thought he saw a dark object on
the bank. "Look there! Is that some one watching us? There! He has
moved away."
They came to a sudden stop, while each peered into the jungle. The
native lifted his head to listen, while his white companion stretched
out his hand for his rifle and took it across his knees.
"Perhaps a beast of the forest, chief. It was not a man, of that I feel
sure. Let us press on, for we might still be seen from the main channel
of the river, and see how light it is getting."
Once more they plunged their paddles into the water and sent the boat
ahead, though Dick, who sat in the stern, kept his eyes on the forest.
His suspicious were aroused, and he was now keenly alert, for he felt
almost sure that he had actually seen a man. Then, too, something told
him that they were being watched.
"That was a call, too," he said to himself suddenly, as the note of a
bird came to his ear. "Of course it may have been all right, but I
don't half like it."
He eased his sword in its sheath, and felt for his revolver, which of
late he had carried suspended to his shoulder and between his coat and
his shirt. There it was out of the way and out of sight, while he found
that he could lay hold of it instantly. In fact, it was an excellent
position, for whether in a boat or ashore, the weapon, placed where it
was, did not strike against objects when he sat down or moved rapidly.
A little later the bend in this stagnant creek came into view, and there
was the place where the boats had been secured when he was at the mine.
He could see the dark surface of the sluggish stream as it issued from
the jungle, and though he peered amidst the trees there was not a man or
beast to be seen.
"In a few minutes it will be lighter," said the native. "Then we will
land and search. Perhaps the chief will stay here on the bank while I
go in search of my friend."
Dick thought for a moment. Would it be wise to land, and perhaps have a
dozen or more of the enemy upon him? Would it not be wiser to stay
aboard and lie off in the stream? That would give him an enormous
advantage in case of attack. But suppose Meinheer were near at hand,
and he were seen and followed; he would require help. "You shall go
ashore first," he said to the native. "I will wait here, and when you
report that all is clear near the landing stage, I will come."
For a moment it seemed as though the man hardly liked the order, for he
looked at his companion doubtfully, and fidgeted. Then he thrust his
paddle into the water and shot the boat close to the side.
"In a few moments," he said. "I shall quickly decide whether there are
enemies about."
He leaped to the bank, giving the boat a push out into the stream, and
at once disappeared in the dense jungle. For a little while the crash
of twigs and dead boughs told that he was moving, but finally the sounds
died down. Once our hero thought he heard the far-off cry of a bird,
but he was not sure, and presently his suspicions of danger were set
aside by the recurrence of the sounds of some one moving and by the
sudden appearance of the native on the bank.
"All is clear," the man called out. "The forest is empty. Even the
white chief is nowhere at hand. But we shall find him soon. It is safe
for the chief to land."
Satisfied now that his suspicions had been groundless, and yet with the
ever-present feeling that there might be, and probably was, some danger
to be anticipated, Dick drove his paddle into the water, and sent the
nose of the boat into the bank. The native caught the rope and dragged
at it, while his master leaped ashore, rifle in hand. Then, together,
they pulled the boat half way up on the bank, and made the painter fast
to a tree. Not till then did Dick observe a figure creeping towards him
through the jungle. He gave a startled cry, and lifted his rifle to his
shoulder. Then a second figure came into view, and just as he was in
the act of pulling his trigger a dozen natives rushed forward from
different directions, while the very man whom he had rescued down the
river, and who had brought the note from the Dutchman, leaped on his
back, and flung his hands over his face. Then commenced a desperate
struggle, for Dick realised in a flash that he was the victim of a ruse;
that he had been hoodwinked and decoyed to this place. At the thought
his usually placid temper broke its bounds, and in an instant he became
furious with rage, while his strength, which at all times was of no mean
order, became doubled. With a snarl he dropped the rifle, and ere the
men charging down upon him could come to close quarters, he had gripped
the wrists of the ruffian who had leaped on his back, and torn the hands
from his face. Then he swung the man round, and picking him up as if he
were a child, flung him with furious energy against a huge cotton tree
growing just beside him.
By then the others were at hand, and the contest was continued with
desperate earnestness. Dick knew that he was cornered, and across his
mind the results of capture passed vividly. In a flash he saw himself a
prisoner, led to Kumasi, there to be slaughtered. It was a terrible
prospect, and the thought of it increased his desperation. His teeth
closed tightly together, not a sound escaped his lips in response to the
shouts of the enemy. Then his hand flew to his sword; but he had no
time to draw it, for one of the enemy, a tall, lanky Ashanti, was
already upon him, rushing into close quarters, and wielding an enormous
stake. The weapon was already in the air when Dick saw his danger, and
he had barely time to leap aside. Then his instinct caused him to make
use of nature's weapons, and in a trice his right fist flew out and
struck the native full on the forehead, sending him staggering back
against the tree at the foot of which lay the body of the native who had
acted as decoy. There was a third close at hand by now, but nothing
daunted the solitary white man sprang at the stake which had dropped to
the ground and seized it. Then the conflict went on with renewed energy
on his part. With sweeping blows he held the enemy at bay, and as the
more venturesome rushed in, the stake went up with a whirl, there was a
crash, and another man fell to the ground.
It was not to be such a one-sided contest after all, and in a little
while, when he had cleared the natives farther back, Dick hoped to be
able to rush for the boat, launch it, and push it from the bank. Then
would come the time for his revolver, and he promised himself that he
would make good use of it. But he had greater trouble to contend with,
for the crash of broken boughs in the forest told him that others were
near at hand. Indeed, hardly had he realised the fact that the enemy
were about to receive reinforcements, when a number of dusky figures
appeared, while a man stepped from behind a huge cotton tree. It was
the half-caste, James Langdon, saturnine in appearance, looking thin and
wan after his long residence with the Ashantis, and showing on his ugly
features the same crafty cunning look as had first aroused our hero's
suspicion and dislike. He, too, bore a stake in his hand and held it
poised above his head. With careful eye he aimed it at the young fellow
fighting by the bank of the river; then, with a sudden movement he threw
it as if it were a spear, and with such deadly aim that it struck the
object on the temple.
Dick fell like a log. Had he been an ox that had been struck a true
blow with the pole-axe he could not have fallen more swiftly. One
instant he stood there, breathing hard, and whirling his club, defiant
and by no means conquered, and the next he lay an inert mass at the feet
of the rascal who had decoyed him up the river.
"A fine shot!" shouted the half-caste. "On to him, and make his hands
and feet fast. Now a pole, and we will carry him. Later, when he has
recovered, he shall drag his own body to Kumasi for the sacrifice."
He stood by with every sign of satisfaction as the natives obeyed his
orders, and smiled his cruel smile as the last of the lashings were
completed. By this time a pole had been slashed from the underwood, and
with a refinement of cruelty for which this race are known, the Ashantis
thrust the pole between Dick's feet and hands, which were held together
by the lashings, and prepared to carry him away suspended in that
fashion.
"We will look at these comrades of ours," said James Langdon, as they
turned to depart. "Ah, our friend, the white fool, struck true and
well. The man is stunned. It will be hours before he recovers. Who
will wait with him?"
"And risk the coming of this man's friends? None of us," came the
answer. "Let him lie, and if he escapes, then he is fortunate.
Besides, he has comrades to keep him company."
He pointed to three others who had been struck down by the stake, and at
once the half-caste bent over them.
"They are all hit badly, but will regain their senses, I think," he said
calmly. "Well, let them lie there and recover while we push on. What
of this one, though?"
"Dead!" replied the man who had answered his first question. "I saw him
thrown against the tree, and heard the crash. His back is broken and
also his head. He will never recover."
"Then fling him into the river and let us be going. After all, he
played for a stake, and would have had the bulk of the reward for this
fool's capture. But he bungled it. His fingers should have gripped the
neck, for then they could not have been so easily grasped. It is a
lesson to us all. Fling him in and pick up your burden."
None of the men seemed to think that there was anything remarkably
inhuman in their action, for to these Ashantis human life was very cheap
indeed, and kindness and mercy almost unknown qualities. While a man
was alive and possessed of full strength he was a comrade to be
respected, for he could take care of himself. Dead, however, or badly
injured, he was a nuisance, a positive burden, to be rid of at the first
moment; to be robbed and deserted, or to be flung into the nearest
stream like a dog. Without a thought, therefore, they picked up the man
who had played his part so well and flung him with a loud splash into
the stagnant stream. Then, without a second look at their unconscious
fellows, they turned, picked up the pole, and went off through the
forest in the wake of James Langdon.
When Dick regained his senses an hour later his first feeling was one of
extreme anguish in both hands and feet, and very soon the pain caused
his scattered wits to return, and led him to discover the cause of his
trouble. He was suffering tortures, so much so that the agony swamped
all thought of his miserable condition as a captive. He struggled, and
begged to be set down.
"Cut his legs adrift, then," said James Langdon, brutally. "Now place
him on his feet and make a creeper fast to his hands. Better still,
lash them behind his back instead of in front; then two of you can hold
the end of the creeper."
They threw their prisoner on the ground and cut both lashings. Then
they swung him over on to his face and tied his hands behind, making a
long creeper fast to the lashing. A moment later they picked him up and
placed him on his feet. He staggered and fell at once, his limbs
doubling up beneath him.
"He won't stand, then!" cried the half-caste, his cruel nature delighted
at the sight of so much suffering, and at the plight in which he saw the
son of his old employer. "Set him up again and hold him there. I will
thrash him till he changes his tune and agrees to make good use of his
legs."
There was no haste about this ruffian. He drew a sheath knife and went
in search of a knotted vine, returning with it, still plying his blade
and paring off the small branches attached to it. Then he took his post
behind his prisoner.
"Raise him, and stand well aside," he cried, with a gay laugh. "Now we
will see how long it takes us to persuade him."
Could the prisoner have freed his hands at that moment and managed to
reach his tormentor, he would have taken such a grip of his throat that
James Langdon's villainy would have been summarily ended for all time.
Dick felt the cruel sting of the lashes as they fell upon his back,
across his face, and on his legs and shoulders. But his indignation and
rage at such cowardly and dastardly treatment helped to ease the pain.
He clenched his fingers, closed his lips firmly, and when he could fixed
his gaze upon the ruffian who belaboured him. Then, gradually, as the
man tired and his blows lost power, and as the circulation returned to
the prisoner's legs, he gained sufficient strength to stand, and then to
hobble.
"See what a good healer I am," laughed the half-caste. "Others would
have rubbed his legs and feet. I use my whip to his back, and the sulky
dog is roused. He finds that it will be as well to walk and do as he is
bid."
"And he will find it in him to punish such an act when the time comes,"
gasped Dick. "I do not threaten, James Langdon, thief and ruffian. I
give you due warning. When the time comes, I will shoot you as if you
were a wild beast, without notice and without mercy. Vermin such as you
are do not deserve ordinary treatment."
For a few seconds the half-caste was taken aback, for at heart he was an
arrant coward, and the mere mention of what might happen to him was
sufficient to shake his nerve. But he had the game in his own hands
now, he flattered himself. This time the youth at whose door he laid
all his troubles, the need which drove him to live this life in the
jungle, the fever which racked him, and a hundred other evils, was
securely bound, a prisoner, from whom no danger was to be apprehended.
His words were harmless. He was as helpless as a new-born babe.
"When the time comes I shall be prepared," he said, with a laugh which
he vainly endeavoured to make easy and light. "For the present we will
advance, and leave threats and chatter till later. Advance, and beat
the dog if he shows signs of lagging."
Had the Ashanti warriors who helped in the capture and who now formed
the escort had even hearts of stone they would have pitied their
prisoner. The very fact that he had made a very gallant and determined
fight for freedom would have aroused their enthusiasm and respect. But
these men of Kumasi had long since had all such feelings driven from
their breasts. The constant succession of cruelties of the most
frightful nature perpetrated at Kumasi had hardened them to all human
feeling and misery. They had, every one of them, from the time when
they were mere children, been daily witnesses of executions, of
unmeaning and ferocious tortures, and of endless bloodshed. Mercy they
had never encountered. There was but one punishment for prisoners and
evil-doers alike, for the thief, the murderer, and those whose cruel
fate had caused them to be born in slavery. The executioners stretched
out their greedy and remorseless hands for all, and who could say when
their turn would come? Was it remarkable, therefore, that these men
marched on before and behind their prisoner, belabouring him when his
steps flagged, and shouting oaths at him? And so, in this sorry plight,
his feet tingling still, while his hands felt as if the skin would
burst, so tight were the lashings, Dick was hurried on through the dark
and sombre forest out to the clearing and to the site where had stood
the mine stockade. There, as the procession halted, he threw himself on
the ground in an exhausted condition, wishing almost that he might die.
His thirst was now unbearable, while his head throbbed and ached from
the blow he had received. No wonder, too, if he were apathetic, if his
fate were now a matter of little concern to him; for his present
miseries overshadowed all else.
"Give him some water, and put him in the shade," ordered the half-caste.
"Two of you stand over him with your guns, and if he moves thrash him
with the vine. We will teach him how to behave while he is in our
hands."
He glared at his prisoner, who took not the slightest notice of him.
But as soon as the water was brought Dick drank it greedily, for he was
parched. Then he lay down, his hands still secured behind his back, and
very soon, utterly wearied by his night's work, and by his struggle with
the enemy, he fell fast asleep, enjoying a dreamless rest which was of
the greatest service to him.
What would have been the feelings of those gallant souls away down the
river had they known of the treachery to which their young leader had
fallen a victim! Had they but guessed that the fleeing native was only
part of a clever plan, laboriously thought out by the half-caste robber
whose thefts had driven him to take to the forests, and who, like so
many of those who have wronged the man whose salt they have eaten, had
turned all his hate and vengeance upon that man or his representative!
But how could they guess? It had all been so real. The native boat
appearing at dawn, with a shouting mob in full pursuit, as if the light
had only then enabled them to discover the runaway. Their shots,
falling recklessly about the boat, and the desperate haste of the native
himself, his wound and his apparent exhaustion, had all aided in
misleading the crew of the launch. They never imagined that their
presence in the river had been instantly detected, and that when they
lay to for the night, their exact whereabouts had come to the ears of
James Langdon and his roving band of free-booters. But that was what
had happened.
The half-caste had learned that Dick Stapleton had formerly come up the
river, and had been taken back to the sea owing to an attack of fever.
His spies, of whom there were many on the coast, had told him how the
young fellow fared, and had sent news as soon as preparations for
another expedition with the launch had been commenced. Then he had
hatched his plot to trap his master's son, and with fiendish ingenuity
had relied upon the gallantry of his dupe to lead him into the net.
What was easier than for this man, accustomed to clerical duties, and,
as it chanced, acquainted with Meinheer, to scrawl a few letters on a
piece of linen, and sign the Dutchman's name? for he knew well that the
fraud in the signature would never be detected. It was a well-planned
plot, and had succeeded only too well, though the victim had made a hard
fight for his liberty and had given unexpected trouble.
And so while Dick lay there in the shade, fast asleep, the crew of the
launch dozed the hours away, knowing well that they could not look for
his return till late the following night.
Some few hours after Dick had fallen asleep he was kicked and ordered to
stand up.
"We start for Kumasi," said James Langdon, with a leer, "for the seat of
the great King Koffee. There is a prospect before you, young man, and
you will have time to think about it. Make sure of him," he went on,
turning to his followers, "for the captive is no longer mine. He
belongs to the King, and it will be a bad day's work for the one whose
carelessness results in his escape. Now, march on, and let us push the
pace."
Three days later the procession marched into the town of Kumasi, their
prisoner still in their midst, footsore and weary, but with courage
undaunted. They passed at once along the principal street, and Dick was
astonished to find that it was very wide, that neat huts stood in an
orderly line on either side, and that trees grew here and there,
offering a welcome shade. The thousands who came to stare and mock at
him seemed neat and tidy, though they boasted little clothing, while the
whole air of the town was one of prosperity and orderliness. But there
was one huge drawback, which attracted the prisoner's attention the
instant he set foot in Kumasi, indeed, even before he reached the town.
Where there should have been the pleasantest of breezes there was the
most ghastly and nauseating odour of dead men, and as the procession
advanced the cause of this became more and more apparent. For Kumasi
was like a charnel house. The bodies of the hundreds of poor wretches
who were slain were simply thrown into the nearest stagnant stream, or
were piled in a narrow grove, the fetish grove, adjacent to the house of
execution. In truth, the smell of blood was everywhere, and on every
hand dark stains told of its presence. No wonder that he shuddered,
while his courage began to evaporate.
"How awful!" he thought. "The place makes one feel deadly sick, and the
sights on either side are shocking. If that is to be the end, then the
sooner the better. But I am not done yet. I will have a try for
freedom, and it may be that I shall succeed. To think I have been made
a fool of, and that letter was a forgery. Poor old Meinheer is dead
after all."
Even in the depths of his misery he could think unselfishly of others,
of the unfortunate Dutchman whose name had been sufficient to bring his
young agent to this plight. A moment later his thoughts were
interrupted by James Langdon.
"The lions have had a good view of him," he laughed, as he nodded to the
crowd, who evidently held the half-caste in some awe. "In a little
while he shall afford them more sport, and they shall see what sort of a
captive I have brought them. Pack him into the hut here, next to mine,
and watch him while I go to the King. My servant will see to his food.
Cut his lashings and bundle him in."
A man produced his sword, and the lashings were cut. Then, with the
smallest ceremony, Dick was bundled into the hut, a one-roomed erection,
smelling evilly, and almost devoid of light. But it was his for the
moment, and he revelled in the opportunity it gave him to be alone. He
sat down in one corner, feeling weary and sore from head to foot, while
the evil smell of the place made him horribly sick. He was faint and
giddy, and when at length the food was brought which was to be his
evening meal, he pushed it from him.
He was down again with fever. No white man can live in the heart of the
Ashanti forests, particularly on the river, without subjecting himself
to the risk of incessant fever attacks, and once the malady has been
gained, the paroxysms are apt to recur very often. Hardship, privation
and excitement generally are sufficient to cause them to return, and it
is therefore not wonderful to have to record that Dick Stapleton was
again a victim. His teeth chattered, he was miserably cold in spite of
the fact that the temperature in this stuffy hut was almost unbearable,
and he had no appetite. Indeed, he was soon semi-delirious, and it was
not till many weeks had passed that he was himself again. The fever,
want of nursing, unsatisfactory foods, and incarceration in the hut did
their work too thoroughly, so that on this occasion he was longer in
recovering. And when he was stronger, and was allowed to step from the
hut, it was to find Kumasi in a ferment, to discover the house of
execution fully occupied, and the bodies of fresh victims everywhere.
For the British advance had begun. Sir Garnet Wolseley, the energetic
and indefatigable worker, was already on the way to the capital of the
Ashantis, with a goodly following of troops behind him.