The sufferings I had gone through and the excitement must have made me
in a feverish state, so that, though I heard the faint noise again and
again, I began to look upon it as dreaming, and nothing which need
trouble me. Even the sight of Jimmy bound to the tree, and now hanging
forward with his head sidewise, did not seem to disturb me. It, too,
appeared part of a dream, and my eyes kept closing, and a peculiar hot
sensation running over my face.
Then this passed off and my brain grew clear, and it was not a dream,
but real, while the thought now began to torment me, that as the savages
were conferring together it must be about how they should put poor Jimmy
to death.
There was the faint noise again, and I glanced at the savage who was my
guard, but he had not heard it apparently, for he was chipping and
carving away at the handle of his waddy, only looking up from time to
time at his fellows with their prisoner.
I wanted to turn myself round and look in the direction whence the sound
came, for I felt now that it was no fancy, but that Gyp had been really
with me, and that this was he forcing his way to my side again.
I could not turn, though, without giving myself great pain, for now my
wrists and ankles were fearfully swollen and tender, so I lay still,
waiting and wondering why the dog was so long.
Then the rustling ceased altogether, and I was beginning to think that
the dog had failed to get through and would come round to the front,
when there was a faint rustle once more, and I was touched on the
shoulder.
But it was not by Gyp's paw; it was a small black hand laid upon me;
while, on looking up, there in the dim light was the face of the boy I
had encountered on the previous day, or whenever it was that I was
struck down.
He showed his teeth and pointed to the savage on guard, laying his hand
upon my lips as if to stay me from making any sound. Then he looked at
my wrists and ankles, touching them gently, after which he laid his hand
very gently on the back of my head, and I knew now why it was that I was
suffering such pain.
For, lightly as he touched me, it was sufficient to send a keen agony
through me, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
The boy saw my pain, and looked at me half wonderingly for a few moments
before stooping low and whispering in my ear.
I felt so sick from the pain that I paid little heed to his words; but
whisper or shout it would have been all the same, I could not have
understood a word.
So faint and strange a sensation came over me that all seemed dim, and
when I once more saw clearly I was alone and the crowd of blacks had
disappeared, taking with them Jimmy--if it had not all been a dream due
to my feverish state.
Just then, however, a couple of blacks came up with the boy straight to
the door of the hut, and while the latter stood looking on, the men
applied a roughly made plaster of what seemed to be crushed leaves to my
head, and then examined my wrists and feet, rubbing them a little and
giving me intense pain, which was succeeded by a peculiar, dull warm
sensation as they pressed and kneaded the joints.
While they were busy the boy went off quickly, and returned with a
handful of plum-like fruit, one of which he placed to my dry lips, and I
found its acid juice wonderfully refreshing.
They all left me soon after, and I saw the boy go and join a tall,
peculiar-looking savage, who was marked with tattoo lines or paint in a
way different to the rest, and these two talked together for a long
while, gesticulating and nodding again and again in my direction, as if
I was the subject of their discourse.
The effect of the attention to my injuries was to produce a sensation of
drowsiness, resulting in a deep sleep, which must have lasted a very
long time, for when I awoke it was in the dark, and I was not startled
now on hearing the snuffling noise and feeling myself touched by Gyp,
who, after silently showing his pleasure, lay down with his head upon my
chest once more, and seemed to go to sleep.
I made an effort to raise my hand to stroke him, but the pain was too
great, and soon after it was I who went to sleep, not Gyp, and when I
awoke it was daybreak and the dog was gone.
I was better that morning, and could take more interest in all that went
on. I saw the tall, peculiar-looking savage go by the hut door at a
distance, and I saw the boy go up to him and pass out of sight.
Soon after a couple of blacks brought me some food and water, of which I
partook eagerly.
Later on the boy came with the same two men as on the previous day, and
my head was once more dressed and my limbs chafed.
Then I was left alone, and I lay watching once more the savages coming
and going in a slow deliberate way. I noticed that there were a good
many women and children, but if ever they attempted to come in the
direction of the hut where I lay they were angrily driven back.
Some of the women appeared to be occupied in domestic work, preparing
some kind of bread, others busily stripped the feathers from some large
birds brought in by men who seemed to have been hunting.
I noticed all this feeling calm and restful now, and I was lying
wondering whether Jack Penny and the doctor would find out where I was,
when I heard a scuffling noise, which seemed to come from a hut where
there was a crowd of the people standing.
Then there was a repetition of the scene I had previously witnessed,
Jimmy being brought out, kicking, struggling, and full of fight.
The blacks seemed to want to drag him to the tree where I had seen him
tied, but to this Jimmy objected strongly. The way in which he butted
at his captors, and kicked out like a grasshopper, would have been most
laughable had I not been anxious, for I felt sure that it would result
in his hurting some one, and being rewarded with a blow on the head or a
spear thrust.
I grew so excited at last as the struggle went on that I waited till
there was a moment's pause when Jimmy and his captors were drawing
breath for a fresh attack, and shouted with all my might--
"Jimmy! be quiet!"
My guard, for there was still one at the door, jumped up and stared in,
while Jimmy and his captors looked in my direction.
Jimmy was the first to break silence by shouting loudly: "Mass Joe!
Mass Joe!"
"Here!" I shouted back; but I repented the next moment, for Jimmy
uttered a yell and made a bound to run towards where he had heard the
sound.
The result was that one savage threw himself down before the prisoner,
who fell headlong, and before he could recover, half a dozen of the
blacks were sitting upon him.
My heart seemed to stand still, and I felt that poor Jimmy's end had
come, but to my delight I could see that our captors were laughing at
the poor fellow's mad efforts to escape, and I shouted to him once
again:
"Be quiet! Lie still!"
There was no answer, for one of the men was sitting on Jimmy's head; but
he ceased struggling, and after a while the blacks rose, circled about
him with their spears, and a couple of them began to push my companion
towards the tree to which he had before been bound.
"Jimmy no fight?" he shouted to me.
"Not now," I shouted back. "Wait."
"All rightums," cried Jimmy: "but gettum waddy back, gibs um bang,
bang--knockum downum--whack, whack--bangum, bangum!"
This was all in a voice loud enough for me to hear, as the poor fellow
allowed his captors to bind him to the tree, after which he hung his
head and pretended or really did go to sleep.
Towards evening I saw the blacks take Jimmy some food, and some was
brought to me; and as I sat up and ate and drank I saw the
strangely-marked savage and the boy come into the centre of the space by
the huts, and lie down near Jimmy, who behaved a good deal after the
fashion of some captured beast, for he raised his head now and then,
utterly ignoring those who were around, and staring straight before him.
But in his case it was not right away toward the forest, but in the
direction of the hut where I was confined, and even at the distance
where I lay I could read the eagerness in the black's countenance as he
waited to hear me speak.
It was getting fast towards sundown, and I was wondering how long they
would leave Jimmy tied up to the tree, and fighting hard to get rid of
an idea that kept coming to me, namely, that the savages were feeding us
and keeping us for an object that it made me shudder to think about,
when I noted a little excitement among the people. There was some loud
talking, and directly after about a dozen came to my prison and signed
to me to get up.
I rose to my knees and then tried to stand, but my ankles were still so
painful that I winced. By a stern effort, though, I stood up, and a
sturdy black on either side took my arms and hurried me to a tree close
by the one where Jimmy was tied.
As we crossed the opening I saw the boy and the tall painted savage
standing by the door of a hut on one side, the latter holding a long
spear tasselled with feathers, and I supposed him to be the chief, or
perhaps only the doctor or conjuror of the village.
Jimmy's delight knew no bounds. He shouted and sang and laughed, and
then howled, with the tears running down his cheeks.
"Hi, yup! Jimmy glad as big dingo dog for mutton bones!" he cried.
"How quite well, Mass Joe? Jimmy so glad be with you. Seems all over
again, Mass Joe, and Jimmy knock all black fellow up and down--make um
run, run. Whatum, Mass Joe--legs?"
"Only with being tied up so tightly, Jimmy. They're getting better. My
head is the worst."
"Head um worse, Mass Joe! Show Jimmy black debble hurt um head. Jimmy
whack um, whack um too much can't say kangaroo."
"No, no! wait a bit, Jimmy," I said, as the blacks bound me to the tree.
"We must watch for our time."
"Watch?" said Jimmy; "watch? Doctor got um watch clock. Tick, tick,
tick!"
"Where is the doctor?" I said.
"Jimmy don't know little bitums. Doctor go one way. Mass Jack-Jack
Penny-Penny, one way find Mass Joe. Jimmy-Jimmy, go one way find Mass
Joe. Jimmy-Jimmy find um. Hooray! Nebber shall be slabe!"
"I hope not, Jimmy," I said, smiling. "So the doctor and Jack Penny and
you all went to find me, and you were seized by the blacks?"
"Dats um--all lot take um way," cried Jimmy. "Only Jimmy find Mass Joe.
Come along a black fellow. All jump atop Jimmy. Jimmy fight um, kick
um--play big goose berry strong black fellow. Too much big coward big.
Topper, topper, Jimmy head um. Go sleep um. Bring um here."
"Too many of them, and they hit you on the head and stunned you?"
"Hiss! 'tunned Jimmy. Hiss! 'tunned Jimmy. Send um all asleep. Topper
head."
"Never mind the topper they gave you, Jimmy. We'll escape and find our
friends."
"Don't know um," said Jimmy dolefully. "Bad good black fellow got no
muttons--no grub--no wallaby. Eat Mass Joe--eat Jimmy."
"Do you think they are cannibals, Jimmy?" I said excitedly.
Jimmy opened his mouth and his eyes very wide and stared at me.
"I say, do you think they are cannibals? How stupid! Do you think they
eat man?"
"Yes; 'tupid, 'tupid. Eat man, lot o' man. Bad, bad. Make um sick,
sick."
I turned cold, for here was corroboration of my fear. This was why they
were treating us well instead of killing us at once; and I was turning a
shuddering look at the circle of black faces around me when Jimmy
exclaimed:
"Sha'n't ums eat Jimmy. No, no. Jimmy eat a whole lot fust. No eat
Mass Joe. Jimmy killum killum all lot."
I stood there tightly bound, talking from time to time to the black,
happier in mind at having a companion in my imprisonment, and trying to
make him understand that our best policy was to wait our time; and then
when our captors were more off their guard we could perhaps escape.
"No good 't all," said Jimmy, shaking his head. "Go eat um, Mass Joe,
poor Jimmy. Make up fat um--fat um like big sheep. No run at all,
catch fas'."
"Not so bad as that, Jimmy," I said, laughing in spite of my position at
the idea of being made so fat that we could neither of us run.
Just then there was a movement among our captors, and having apparently
satisfied themselves with a long inspection of their prisoners they were
evidently about to take us back to our prisons.
"Jimmy gib all big kick?" said the black.
"No, no," I cried, "go quietly."
"Jimmy come 'long Mass Joe?" he said next.
"If they will let you," I replied; "but if they will not, go back to
your own place quietly."
"Mass Joe no kind poor Jimmy," he whimpered. "Want kick um. Mass Joe
say no."
"Wait till I tell you, Jimmy," I replied. "Now go quietly."
He made an attempt to accompany me, but the blacks seized him sharply
and led him one way, me the other; and as the sun set and the darkness
began to come on, I lay in my hut watching the boy and the tall painted
chief talking earnestly together, for I could not see Jimmy's prison
from inside my own.
I felt lighter of heart and more ready to take a hopeful view of my
position now that my sufferings from my injuries were less, and that I
had a companion upon whom I could depend. But all the same I could not
help feeling that my position was a very precarious one. But when I was
cool and calm I was ready to laugh at the idea about cannibalism, and to
think it was the result of imagination.
"No," I said to myself as I lay there, "I don't think they will kill us,
and I am certain they will not eat us. We shall be made slaves and kept
to work for them--if they can keep us!"
As I lay there listening to the different sounds made in the village
dropping off one by one in the darkness, I grew more elate. I was in
less pain, and I kept recalling the many instances Jimmy had shown me of
his power to be what he called "cunning-artful." With his help I felt
sure that sooner or later we should be able to escape.
Drowsiness began to creep over me now, and at last, after listening to
the hard breathing of the spear-armed savage whose duty it was to watch
me, I began to wonder whether Gyp would come that night.
"I hope he will," I said to myself. "I'll keep awake till he does."
The consequence of making this determination was that in a very few
minutes after I was fast asleep.
Just as before I was wakened some time in the night by feeling something
touch me, and raising my arm for the first time made the faithful beast
utter low whines of joy as I softly patted his head and pulled his ears,
letting my hand slip lower to stroke his neck, when my fingers came in
contact with the dog's collar, and almost at the same moment with a
stiff scrap of paper.
For a moment my heart stood still. Then, sitting up, I caught the dog
to me, holding his collar with both hands, touching the paper all the
while, but afraid to do more lest the act should result in
disappointment.
At last I moved one hand cautiously and felt the paper, trembling the
while, till a joyous throb rose to my lips, and I rapidly untied a piece
of string which tightly bound what was evidently a note to the dog's
collar.
Gyp whined in a low tone, and as I loosened him, grasping the note in my
hand, I knew that he gave a bit of a skip, but he came back and nestled
close to me directly.
I needed no thought to know that the note was from the doctor, who must
be near. Perhaps, too, Gyp had been night after night with that same
note, and I had been too helpless to raise a hand and touch his neck
where it had been tied.
The doctor was close by, then. There was help, and I would once more be
free to get back safe to my dear mother.