OUTWITTED
The silence of death seemed to reign in the little village. All life
had for the moment ceased, and gradually this extraordinary fact
impressed me ominously.
“Where are all the people?” I whispered to Moit.
“I can’t imagine,” he answered.
“Guess dey in de co’te-yard of de palace,” said Bry, who with Nux stood
just beside us. “Princess bein’ judged; ev’body lookin’ on.”
That seemed plausible; and it was a condition especially favorable to
our plans; so we waited with suppressed excitement, our eager eyes upon
the automobile, until suddenly we saw Uncle Naboth spring to his feet
and wave his red handkerchief.
At the signal we four rose as one man and dashed through the gap into
the enclosure, each with a revolver held fast in either hand.
As I bounded over the loose rubbish something suddenly caught me and
threw me violently to the ground, where I rolled over once or twice and
then found myself flat upon my back with a gigantic Indian pressing his
knee against my chest.
I heard a roar from Moit and answering shouts from our two blacks,
and turning my head saw them struggling with a band of natives who
surrounded them on every side.
Indeed, our conquest was effected much sooner than I can describe the
event on paper, and within a few moments all four of us stood before
our captors disarmed and securely bound.
I own I was greatly humiliated by the clever deception practiced upon
us by Nalig-Nad. The wily king had foreseen our arrival and using
Ilalah as a bait had ambushed us so neatly that we had no chance
to fight or to resist our capture. The victory was his, and it was
complete.
Stay; there was Uncle Naboth yet to be reckoned with. I could see him
still standing in the car glaring with amazement at the scene enacted
within the enclosure.
The Indians saw him, too, and with wild and triumphant yells a score of
them rushed out and made for the car. But my uncle was warned and had
calmly laid a number of revolvers upon the seat beside him.
With a weapon in either hand the old gentleman blazed away at the
Techlas as soon as they approached, doing such deadly execution that
the natives were thrown into confusion and held back, uncertain what to
do.
Having emptied one brace of revolvers Mr. Perkins hurled them at the
heads of his assailants and picked up another pair. I wondered that the
San Blas did not shoot him down with arrows, or impale him on a spear,
for the top was down and he was unprotected from such missiles; but
doubtless they had been instructed to capture him alive and had not
been prepared for such a vigorous resistance.
Presently an Indian who had made his way around to the opposite side
put his hand on the rail and leaped lightly into the car; but my uncle
turned in a flash and seized the fellow at the waist in his powerful
arms. Lifting the astonished Techla high in the air Uncle Naboth flung
him bodily into the furious crowd before him, tumbling a number of his
foes to the ground with this living catapult.
But such magnificent strength and courage was without avail. Before
uncle could seize his revolvers again a dozen warriors had leaped into
the car beside him and grasped him so firmly that further struggles
were useless. The little man collapsed immediately and was dragged out
and brought to where we had been watching him in wonder and admiration.
“Good for you, Uncle!” I cried. “If we could have managed to put up
such a fight it might have been a different story.”
He smiled at us cheerily.
“Hain’t had so much fun, my lads, since Polly had the measles,” he
panted; “but it couldn’t last, o’ course, ’cause I’m all out o’
trainin’.”
And now that all our party had been captured, transforming powerful
enemies into helpless victims, King Nalig-Nad appeared before us with
a calm countenance and ordered us taken to one of the huts, there to
remain in confinement to await his pleasure concerning our disposal.
“Who’s this feller?” asked Uncle Naboth, looking hard at the king.
“It is Nalig-Nad,” I replied, rather depressed by our hard luck.
“Why, hello, Naddie, old boy--glad to meet you!” said Mr. Perkins,
advancing as far as his captors would let him and holding out one of
his broad, fat hands.
The king regarded him silently. It was the first time he had had an
opportunity to inspect this addition to our former party. But he paid
no attention to the outstretched hand.
“Know your daughter well,” continued Uncle Naboth, unabashed at the
marked coolness with which his friendly advances were met; “she’s a
fine gal, Nalig; oughter be proud o’ her, old chap!”
With this he began to chuckle and poked the king jovially in his royal
ribs, causing the stern visaged monarch to jump backward with a cry
of mingled indignation and rage. This so pleased my uncle that his
chuckle increased to a cough, which set him choking until he was purple
in the face.
The king watched this exhibition with amazement; but when his prisoner
recovered with startling abruptness and wiped the tears of merriment
from his eyes, the barbarian gave a disdainful grunt and walked away
to his palace. He was followed by his band of attendant chiefs, whom I
recognized as his former counsellors.
I looked around for Ilalah, but she had disappeared the moment we
rushed into the enclosure, having doubtless been dragged away by her
attendants as soon as she had served the purpose of luring us into the
trap.
We were now taken to one of the huts built against the wall and thrust
through a doorway with scant ceremony. It was merely a one-roomed
affair with thick walls and no furniture but a clay bench at the back.
The only aperture was the doorway. Several stout warriors, well armed
and alert, ranged themselves before this opening as a guard.
We were not bound, for having lost all our weapons, including even our
pocket-knives, we were considered very helpless.
“I don’t like the looks of this thing,” I remarked, when we had seated
ourselves quite soberly in a row on the mud bench.
“Bad box, sure ’nough, Mars’ Sam,” said Bryonia, with a sigh.
“I hope they won’t touch the machine,” observed Moit, nervously. “I
don’t mind what they do to me if they let the automobile alone.”
“That’s rubbish,” said I in a petulant tone; “they couldn’t run it to
save their necks. Don’t worry, old man.”
“I s’pose we won’t have much use for an automerbeel in the course of a
jiffy or two,” added my uncle, cheerfully.
“Oh, I depend a good deal upon Ned and his men,” I replied. “He will be
sure to come to our rescue early to-morrow morning.”
“Too late, den, Mars’ Sam,” muttered Nux. “Dat wicked king ain’t goin’
let us lib long, I ’spect.”
“Then why did he put us here?” I demanded. “If he intended to kill us
quickly he’d have murdered us on the spot.”
“There was nothing to prevent his doing that, most certainly,” said
Moit, eagerly adopting the suggestion.
This aspect of the affair was really encouraging. So elastic is hope
in the breasts of doomed men that we poor creatures sat there for an
hour or more and tried to comfort ourselves with the thought that a
chance for escape might yet arise. It was pitiful, now that I look back
upon it; but at the moment the outlook did not appear to us especially
gloomy.
I do not believe that any regret for having followed the Indian girl
and tried to rescue her entered into the mind of any one of the party.
Ilalah had stood by us and it was our duty to stand by her, even
had not Moit been so infatuated by her beauty that he could not be
contented without her.
Being a boy and less stolid than my elders, I caught myself wondering
if I should ever behold the handsome ship my father was building, and
sighed at the thought that I might never stand upon its deck after
all the ambitious plans we had laid for the future. There was a little
comfort in the thought that all the diamonds were safe in the locker of
the wreck and that Ned would look after them and carry my share as well
as Uncle Naboth’s to my father. But we were likely to pay a good price
for the treasure we had wrested from the San Blas.
Midday arrived and passed. Food was brought to our guard but none
was given to us. We were not especially hungry, but this neglect was
ominous. It meant that we had either not long to live or our foes
intended to starve us. We tried to believe that the latter was the
correct solution of the problem.
Soon after noon, however, all uncertainty vanished. Our guards entered,
commanded by one of the chiefs, and said we were to be taken to
judgment. They prepared us for the ordeal by tying our hands behind our
backs with thongs, so securely that there was no way to slip the bonds.
Then they fastened us together in a string by an original method.
A coil of dressed skin was brought and an Indian held one end while
another made a slip-noose and threw it over Duncan’s head. A second
slip-noose was placed around Bryonia’s neck, a third around that of
Uncle Naboth, a fourth around Nux and the fifth around my own neck.
There was still enough of the coil remaining for a second guard to
hold--and there we were. If any one of us attempted to run, or even to
struggle, he would only tighten his noose, and perhaps those of the
others, and risk a choking.
It wasn’t a bad method of keeping us orderly and meek, and we were not
at all pleased with the arrangement, I assure you.
When we had been thus secured the chief--who, by the way, was a “green
chief”--ordered us sternly to march; and so, like a gang of chained
convicts, we tramped from the gloomy hut and passed out into the
courtyard.