I have had a good many headaches in my time, but nothing to compare with
the fearful throbbing, that seemed as if I were receiving blow after
blow upon my temples, when I began to come to myself.
I was stupefied and confused, and it took a long time before I recovered
sufficiently to comprehend my position. By degrees, though, I was able
to bear my eyes unclosed for sufficiently long at a time to see that I
was in some kind of hut, and as I realised all this it seemed that I
must be still a prisoner, and that all my long journeying since was only
a dream.
I began wondering where Jimmy could be, and the doctor, and Jack Penny,
and then my head throbbed so violently that I closed my eyes, feeling at
the same time that I had no arms, no legs, nothing but an inanimate
body, and a head that ached with terrible violence as I lay there
half-stunned.
After a time I must have grown a little more collected, for I awoke to
the fact that I was tightly bound with twisted grass, hand and foot;
that I was certainly in a hut, quite a large hut, built of bamboo and
mats; and that behind me the light shone in, and somewhere close by the
sound arose as of a person sleeping heavily.
I tried to turn round, but the movement caused such intense pain that I
desisted for a time, till my anxiety to know more about my position
forced me to make a fresh effort, and I swung myself over, making my
head throb so that I gladly closed my eyes, while I wrenched my arms and
wrists, that were tied behind my back so harshly that I became quite
aware of the fact that I had limbs, as well as an inert body and a
throbbing head.
When I could unclose my eyes again I saw that it was getting near
sundown, and that the sunshine was lighting up the limbs of the great
trees beneath which the native village to which I had been brought was
built. From where I lay I looked across a broad opening, around which
was hut after hut, with its open door facing towards the centre.
There was very little sign of life around, but twice in the distance I
saw a black figure come out of the doorway of a hut and disappear
amongst the trees, but it was some time before I could make out from
whence the heavy breathing came that I had heard.
As far as I could judge it was from some one just outside the entrance
to the hut where I lay, but no one was visible, and it seemed to me that
if I could untie the rope that held my wrists and legs there was nothing
to prevent my walking out and making my escape.
I had just come to this conclusion when there was a rustling noise as of
a stick passing over twigs and leaves, and a spear fell down across the
doorway.
The next instant I saw a black arm and shoulder come forward, the spear
was picked up, and the black arm disappeared. Then there was a
shuffling sound, as of some one settling down in a fresh position, and
all was silent, for the heavy breathing had ceased.
"That's my guard," I said to myself, "and he has been, asleep!"
Simple words, but they sent a throb of joy through me, and I began to
wonder where the doctor was, and what Jack Penny was doing.
Then I thought about Jimmy, and that as soon as I was missed he would be
sure to hunt me out.
My head began to throb once more horribly, but by degrees the fit died
off, and I found myself thinking again of escape.
"How foolish of me not to have had a dog!" I thought. "Why, if I had
had one like Gyp he would have tracked me out by this time."
"They'll find me out sooner or later," I said to myself; "so I need not
regret being without a dog. But suppose the savages should attack our
little party and make them prisoners too."
This was quite a new idea to me. The doctor and I had thought out a
good many possibilities; but that we, who had come in search of one who
was a prisoner, should be ourselves made captives, hardly ever occurred
to me.
"That would be a sorry end to our voyage," I thought, and I lay gazing
out across the open space, wondering in a dreamy misty way whether my
poor father had been attacked and captured as I had been, and whether I
should be kept a prisoner, and have to live for the rest of my life
among savages.
My head was not so painful then, and I began to feel that if it would
only leave off aching and my poor mother would not be so troubled at
this second loss, such a life would be better than being killed,
especially as there would always be the chance of escape.
I think I must have sunk into a sort of doze or half stupor just then,
for the scene at which I lay gazing grew dim, and it seemed to me that
it must all have been a dream about my meeting with that black boy; and
once more I suppose I slept.
How long I slept I cannot tell, but I can recall being in a confused
dream about home, and going with Jimmy to a neighbour's sheep-run, where
there was a dog, and Jimmy coaxed him away with a big piece of meat,
which he did not give to the dog, but stuck on the end of his spear and
carried it over his shoulder, with the animal whining and snuffling
about, but which was to be reserved until several wallabies had been
hunted out, for that was the aim of the afternoon.
It seemed very tiresome that that dog should be snuffling about me, and
scratching and pawing at me, and I was about to tell Jimmy to give the
poor brute the meat and let him go, when his cold nose touched my face,
and I started awake, trembling in every limb.
The darkness was intense, and for some minutes, try how I would, I could
not think.
All sorts of wild fancies rushed through my brain, and I grew more and
more confused; but I could not think--think reasonably, and make out
where I was and what it all meant.
The past seemed to be gone, and I only knew that I was there, lying with
my arms and legs dead and my head throbbing. There seemed to be nothing
else.
Yes there was--my dream.
It all came with a flash just where it left off, and Jimmy had coaxed
the dog away, and it was here annoying me. But why was it dark?
There was dead silence then, following upon the light pattering sound of
some animal's feet, and with my brain rapidly growing clearer I began to
arrange my thoughts I had even got so far as to recollect dropping off
asleep, and I was concluding that I had slept right on into the darkness
of night, when there was the pattering of feet again, and I knew now
that it was no fancy, for some animal had touched me, though it was not
likely to be the dog that Jimmy had coaxed away to go wallaby hunting.
There was a curious snuffling noise now, first in one part of the hut,
then in another.
Some animal, then, must have come into the hut, and this, whatever it
was, had been touching and had awakened me. What could it be? I
wondered, as I tried to think what creature was likely to be prowling
about in the darkness.
It could not be a wild pig, and my knowledge of animal life taught me
that it was not likely to be any one of the cat family, for they went so
silently about, while the pattering steps of this creature could be
plainly heard.
We had encountered nothing in our journey that suggested itself as being
likely, and I was beginning to perspire rather profusely with something
very much like utter fright, when I heard the creature, whatever it was,
come close up and begin snuffling about my legs.
"It's coming up to my face," I thought with a chill of horror seeming to
paralyse me, or I am certain that I should have called for help.
So there I lay numbed and helpless, not knowing what to expect, unless
it was to be seized by the throat by some fierce beast of prey, and
perhaps partly devoured before I was dead.
I tried to shriek out, but not a sound came. I tried to move my arms;
to kick out at the creature; but arms and legs had been bound so long
that the circulation as well as sensation had ceased, and I lay like a
mass of lead, able to think acutely, but powerless to stir a limb.
The snuffling noise went on; came to my chest, to my throat, to my face;
and I could feel the hot panting breath of the creature, smell the
animal odour of its skin; and then, when the dread seemed greater than I
could bear, I felt a moist nose touch my face.
Another moment and I felt that the intruder would be burying its fangs
in my throat, and still I could not stir--could not utter sound, but lay
like one in a trance.
Suddenly the animal began to tear at my chest with its claws, giving
three or four sharp impatient scratchings alternately with its feet, and
though I could not see, I could realise that the creature was standing
with its forepaws on my chest.
Then it was right upon me, with its muzzle at my throat, snuffing still,
and then it touched my face with its nose again and uttered a low whine.
That sound broke the spell, for I can call it nothing else, and I
uttered the one word:
"Gyp!"
It was magical in its effects, for the faithful beast it was, and
uttering a low cry of delight he began nuzzling about my face, licking
me, pawing me, and crouching closer to me, as all the while he kept up a
regular patting noise with his tail.
My speech had returned now, and with it a feeling of shame for my
cowardice, as I thought it then, though I do not think so hardly about
it now.
"Gyp, you good old dog!" I whispered. "And so you've found me out!"
I suppose he did not understand my words, but he liked the sound of my
voice, for he continued his eager demonstrations of delight, many of
which were exceedingly unwelcome. But unwelcome or no I could not help
myself, and had to lie there passive till, apparently satisfied that
enough had been done, Gyp crouched close to me with his head upon my
breast.
For a time I thought he was asleep, and thoroughly enjoying the
consolation of his company in my wretched position, I lay thinking of
the wonderful instinct of the animal, and of his training to be silent,
for in spite of the excitement of our meeting he had not barked once.
But Gyp was not asleep, for at the slightest sound outside he raised his
head quickly, and in the deep silence I could hear the great hairy ears
give quite a flap as he cocked them up.
As the noise died away or failed to be repeated, he settled down again
with his head upon my breast till some fresh sound arose--a distant cry
in the forest, or a voice talking in some neighbouring hut, when he
would start up again, and once uttered a low menacing growl, which made
me think what an unpleasant enemy he would be to a bare-legged savage.
Once more Gyp uttered a low growl; but after that he lay with his head
upon my breast, and I could feel his regular breathing. Then he lifted
a paw and laid it by his nose, but evidently it was not a comfortable
position, and he took it down. And there we lay in that black silence,
while I wished that dog could speak and tell me where my friends where;
whether they had sent him, or whether his own instinct had led him to
hunt me out. Whichever way it was, I felt a curious kind of admiration
for an animal that I had before looked upon as a kind of slave, devoted
to his master, and of no interest whatever to anyone else.
"Poor old Gyp!" I thought to myself, and I wished I could pat his head.
I kept on wishing that I could pay him that little bit of kindness; and
then at last I seemed to be stroking his shaggy head, and then it seemed
that I was not free to do it, and then all at once it seemed to be
morning, with the sun shining, and plenty of black fellows passing and
repassing to the huts of what was evidently a populous village.
It all looked very bright and beautiful, I thought, seen through the
open door, but I was in great pain. My head had pretty well ceased to
throb, but there was a dull strange aching in my arms and legs. My
shoulders, too, seemed as if they had been twisted violently, and I was
giddy and weak for want of food.
"Prisoner or no prisoner they sha'n't starve me," I said half aloud; and
I was about to shout to a tall savage who was going by spear on
shoulder, when I suddenly recollected Gyp and looked sharply round for
the dog, but he was not to be seen.
For the moment I wondered whether I had not made a mistake and dreamed
all about the dog; but no, it was impossible, everything was too vivid,
and after lying thinking for a few minutes I called to the first black
who came near.
He stopped short, came to the door, thrust in his head and stared at me,
while, for want of a better means of expressing myself, I opened my
mouth and shut it as if eating.
He went away directly, and I was about to shout to another when the
first one came back with a couple more, all talking excitedly, and
evidently holding some discussion about me.
This ended by two of them going away, leaving the other to stand
watching.
He was a fine stalwart looking fellow, black as Jimmy, but of a
different type of countenance, and his hair was frizzed and stuck out
all round, giving his head the aspect of being twice the size of nature.
As soon as the others had gone he stooped down over me, turning me
roughly on my face so as to examine my bound hands.
He wrenched my shoulders horribly in doing this, but it did not seem to
hurt my hands in the least, and he finished by unfastening the cords of
twisted grass and making me sit up.
This I did, but with great pain, my arms hanging helplessly down by my
sides.
The men soon returned, and to my great delight one had a gourd and the
other some plantains, which they put down before me in a morose,
scowling way.
I bent towards the gourd, which I believed to contain water; but though
I tried to take it with my hands I could not move either, and I turned
my eyes up pitifully to my captors.
The man who had unloosed me said something to his companions, one of
whom bent down, lifted my right hand, and let it fall again. The second
man followed suit with my left, and I saw before they dropped them again
that they were dark and swollen, while as to use, that seemed to be
totally gone.
The man who had remained with me took hold of the gourd and held it to
my lips in a quick angry fashion, holding it while I drank with avidity
every drop, the draught seeming to be more delicious than anything I had
ever before tasted.
Setting it aside he looked down at me grimly, and then in a laughing
contemptuous way one of the others picked up and roughly peeled a
plantain, holding it out to me to eat.
It was not sumptuous fare, cold water and bananas, but it was a most
delicious and refreshing repast; while to make my position a little more
bearable one of the men now undid the grass cord that was about my
ankles, setting them free.
The act probably was meant kindly, but when, soon after, they left the
cabin, after setting me up and letting me fall again, my wrists and
ankles began to throb and ache in the most unbearable way, somewhat
after the fashion of one's fingers when chilled by the cold and the
circulation is coming back.
As I sat making feeble efforts to chafe the swollen flesh I became aware
that though unbound I was not to be trusted, for fear of escape, and
that to prevent this a broad-shouldered black with his hair frizzed into
two great globes, one on either side of his head, had been stationed at
the hut door.
When he came up, spear in hand, I saw that he was tattooed with curious
lines across his chest and back, similar lines marking his arms and
wrists, something after the fashion of bracelets.
He looked in at me attentively twice, and then seated himself just
outside the entrance, where he took his waddy from where it was stuck
through his lingouti or waistband, drew a sharp piece of flint from a
pouch, and began to cut lines upon his waddy handle in the most patient
manner.
He had been busily at work for some time, when there was a great sound
of shouting and yelling, which seemed greatly to excite the people of
the village, for dozens came running out armed with clubs and spears, to
meet a batch of about a dozen others, who came into the opening fronting
my prison, driving before them another black, who was struggling with
them fiercely, but compelled by blows and pricks of spears to keep going
forward.
Then three men ran at him with grass cords and seized him, but he drove
his head fiercely into one and sent him flying, kicked the second, and
then attacked the other with his fists, regular English fashion, and I
knew now who it was, without hearing the shout the new prisoner uttered
and the language he applied to his captors.
Another pair approached, but he drove them back at once, and probably
feeling' pretty well satisfied that his enemies did not want to spear
him, he stuck his doubled fists in his sides and went slowly round the
great circle that had collected, strutting insultingly, as if daring
them to come on, and ending by striding into the middle of the circle
and squatting down, as if treating his foes with the most profound
contempt.
"Poor old Jimmy!" I exclaimed, proud even to admiration of the black's
gallant bearing. "Who would call him a coward now!"
For a time Jimmy was untouched, and sat upon his heels with his wrists
upon his knees and his hands dangling down, but evidently watchfully on
the look-out for an attack. I felt so excited as I sat there that I
forgot my own pain, and had I been able to move I should have made a
dash and run to my old companion's side; but I was perfectly helpless,
and could only look on, feeling sure that sooner or later the blacks
would attack Jimmy, and if he resisted I shuddered for his fate.
Sure enough, at the end of a consultation I saw a rush made at the
waiting prisoner, who started up and fought bravely; but he seemed to
disappear at once, the little crowd heaving and swaying here and there,
and ending by seeming to group itself under a tall tree, from which they
at last fell away, and then it was that my heart began to beat less
painfully and I breathed more freely, for there was Jimmy bound to the
tree trunk, grinning and chattering at his captors, and evidently as
full of fight as ever.
I sank down upon my elbow with a sigh of relief, for I felt that had
they meant to kill my black companion they would have done it at once
instead of taking the trouble to bind him to the tree.
And now, oddly enough, while I could hear Jimmy calling his captors by
all the absurd and ugly names he could invent, the pain and aching
seemed to come back into my wrists and ankles, making me groan as I sat
and clasped them, a little use having begun to creep back into my arms.
As I rubbed my aching limbs I still had an eye on Jimmy, interest in his
fate making me think little about my own; and as I watched now the
black, now the savages grouped about armed with spear and club, I saw
that his dangerous position had so excited Jimmy that he was quite
reckless. He had no means of attack or defence left save his tongue,
and this he began to use in another way.
He had abused his captors till he had exhausted his list of available
words, and now in token of derision he gave me another instance to study
of the childish nature of even a grown-up savage. For, tied up
helplessly there, he put out his tongue at his enemies, thrust it into
his cheeks, and displayed it in a variety of ways.
Jimmy was possessed of a very long tongue, unusually large for a human
being, and this he shot out, turned down, curled up at the end, and
wagged from side to side as a dog would his tail. At the same time he
contorted and screwed his face up into the most hideous grimaces,
elongating, flattening, and working his countenance as easily as if it
had been composed of soft wax, till at times his aspect was perfectly
hideous.
Every moment I expected to see a spear thrown or the savages rush at
Jimmy with their clubs; but they retained their composure, simply gazing
at him, till Jimmy grew weary, and, full of contempt, shouting out
something about poor black fellow dingoes, and then shutting his eyes
and pretending to go to sleep.
My guard was, like me, so intent upon the scene that he did not hear a
slight rustling noise in the darker corner of the hut.