Watching the horsemen as they rode away, Will suddenly remembered the
prisoner whom he had seen running beside one of them. The man was now
gone. Perhaps he had slipped away; perhaps the horseman at whose
stirrup he had been tied had not accompanied the rest to the camp. He
spoke of it to the Chief. The latter suggestion deepened the look of
gravity on Mr. Jackson's face.
"I hope to goodness there are no more of them," he said. "We had better
send a native to shadow them."
"I'll do that, Chief," said O'Connor, "with Ruggles. I wouldn't trust a
native."
"Very well. Don't go too far. It'll be dark soon."
When O'Connor had set off with Ruggles on horseback, Mr. Jackson asked
Will to go with him to his tent to talk things over.
"This is serious," he said. "I'm afraid we've only postponed the evil
day. Whether this revolution succeeds or not we shall hear more of the
rebels. The Government can't help us."
"Still, we couldn't be much worse off than if you had given in to the
fellow. They'd have collared all our cash; and all our peons would have
mutinied--all they didn't impress, that is."
"True. It would have meant a complete smash here. The peons would have
made off to the woods, carrying their machetes with them, you may be
sure, and they're worth two dollars apiece. We should never have seen
them again: it would have brought our work to a standstill; and as the
funds of the Company are rather low I shouldn't wonder if it had been
crippled beyond hope of recovery. The business has suffered enough
already. The worst of it is that we've still got that to look forward
to."
"What can we do?" asked Will.
"Nothing, except stick on. I'll not budge till I'm compelled for all
the Carabanos and Espejos in Venezuela. We'll go about our work as
usual and keep our eyes open. Our contract with the Government requires
us to carry Government troops, but I'll refuse point-blank to carry any
other armed force, and neither Government nor rebels will get any money
out of me willingly."
They were still talking when O'Connor and Ruggles returned.
"We saw them cross the river about two miles up," said O'Connor, coming
into the tent, "and they were joined by three more of the same kidney.
It didn't seem worth while going any farther. But we haven't come back
empty-handed."
"What have you got?" asked the Chief.
"Nothing very valuable: a poor wretch of an Indian. Ruggles is bringing
him along. We found him hiding in the trees, and thought he might be a
spy of theirs; but he turned out to be a runaway servant of the
Captain's. He told Ruggles some story which I couldn't make out--here
he is."
Ruggles entered, bringing with him a wretched-looking object. Will
recognized him instantly as the man he had saved from the jaguar in the
early morning. The Indian's face brightened as he saw his rescuer. He
fell on his knees before him and begged for food. When he had eaten,
with the ferocity of a starving man, what was given him, he said in
answer to Will's questions that he had run away from Captain Espejo, who
treated him cruelly. After the adventure with the jaguar he had
recrossed the river, and unluckily stumbled upon the very man he had
most wished to avoid. The Captain had thrashed him and tied him to the
stirrup of one of his men; but taking advantage of a dense clump of
forest through which they passed, he had wrenched his hands free and
fled into the bush. Three of the party had dismounted and tried to
track him, but he was more at home in the woodland than they, and had
been able to elude them. These were the three men who, after their vain
search, had rejoined the main party returning from their equally
unsuccessful expedition.
"Well, he's another mouth to feed," said the Chief, "but I suppose we
had better keep him and find something for him to do. What's your
name?"
"Azito, senor," said the man humbly.
The Chief called up his servant, and ordered him to arrange a
sleeping-place for the Indian. Then he dismissed him, and the four
Englishmen, by the light of a lamp hanging from the roof of the tent,
sat discussing the affair of the day and the steps to be taken on the
morrow.
"I think we had better put the camp in a state of defence," said
O'Connor. "If we don't protect ourselves, nobody will."
"That won't be much good," said the Chief, "we shall be shifting camp
soon, and it'll be more than life's worth to attempt to fortify
ourselves every time. Nothing short of a wall all round would be any
good, and it would be tremendous work to build that: there's such a lot
of us."
"As to shifting camp, we might put that off for a while--until next
pay-day at any rate; though it will mean a tramp for the men at night
after work is done. If you'll leave the defences to me I'll see what
can be done."
"But the camp might be raided while we are miles away at railhead," said
Will.
"We can put outposts out to give us notice of any armed party
approaching; that might give us time to get back."
"You ought to have been a soldier, O'Connor. Cobbler, stick to your
last, eh?"
O'Connor smiled.
"Leave it to me, Chief," he said. "I would just relish a brush with
those ruffians."
"It's rather curious they came just after pay-day," said Will.
"Oh! I dare say they know what our arrangements are," replied Mr.
Jackson. "It's no secret that we get our pay once a fortnight from
Bolivar. We may expect a visit from them next pay-day, if not before. I
only hope they won't bother us as they did the French company some years
ago: they broke 'em, with the assistance of floods and earthquakes. Ah
well! every cloud has a silver lining."
Next day O'Connor devoted himself to the fortification of the camp,
employing a hundred men--a fourth of the whole company of peons--on the
work. To lessen the labour, he took the embankment as one wall, and
palisaded the top for about a hundred yards. Then he made a rough
circular wall around the camp enclosure, using rails and sleepers and a
number of trucks, defending the whole circuit with a chevaux-de-frise
made of branches lopped from the neighbouring woods. Mr. Jackson
doubted whether the terms of their concession from the Government
admitted the use of timber for this purpose, but O'Connor made the very
pertinent answer that permission to build a railway was of little value
unless it included the right to defend the line and those employed on
it; upon which the Chief said no more.
These defensive works occupied several days. Before they were completed
a muleteer came from the mines to report that Captain Espejo had visited
them and demanded money from the manager. Luckily the fortnight's pay
had not arrived, and his cash-box was almost empty; but the Captain had
seized all the money that was left, and also impressed a score of the
miners, who had been marched away, presumably to the head-quarters of
General Carabano.
During these days news was brought in by several of the haciendados of
the neighbourhood, from whom the Chief obtained supplies of food, that
General Carabano had captured two or three small towns to the eastward,
and recruited a considerable number of men, who were for the most part
poorly armed, and still worse equipped. The workers on the railway were
delighted at the discomfiture of Captain Espejo; none of them had any
wish to share the unenviable lot of men impressed in the revolutionary
cause. At present they had hard work, but good pay; as hirelings of
General Carabano they would lead the life of dogs, liable to be whipped
or slashed or even shot if they chanced to offend their officers, and to
get no pay at all.
On the day after Captain Espejo's visit Mr. Jackson wrote to the
Provincial Jefe at Ciudad Bolivar, with whom he was on good terms,
relating what had happened, and asking for the protection of Government
troops. He sent the letter by mounted messenger to the junction about
fifty miles off, whence it was conveyed by rail. In two days he
received a reply, in which the Jefe sympathized with his position, but
said that he had just been obliged to dispatch the greater part of the
force under his command to Caracas, which was threatened by a rising in
Valencia. He could not further deplete his garrison without endangering
Bolivar. His letter concluded with a strong warning to Mr. Jackson
against affording any assistance to the rebels.
"We're between the devil and the deep sea," said the Chief, discussing
the letter with his staff. "The Government can't help us, and leaves us
at the mercy of the rebels; and yet it will punish us if we help them,
which they may force us to do. What a country!"
"Why didn't you stay at home, Chief?" asked O'Connor.
"Because I didn't want to run the risk of clerking at thirty bob a
week," replied Mr. Jackson. "That's the fate of many good men in the
old country, worse luck."
Azito, the Indian, had attached himself to Will, constituting himself an
additional servant, much to the disgust and jealousy of the negro Jose.
The two quarrelled so frequently that Will thought it advisable to
separate them. Accordingly he got Mr. Jackson to make use of Azito as a
scout. He gave him a pony and sent him to learn what he could of the
revolutionaries: where General Carabano had fixed his head-quarters, how
many men he had with him, and what his intentions were. The Indian was
at first very reluctant to venture within reach of his late master; but
on Will promising that he should be well paid and provided for, the man
consented, rather from blind devotion to his rescuer than from any other
motive.
Returning after two days' absence, he reported that General Carabano was
quartered in a hill-village about twenty-five miles north-east of
railhead. His force, as estimated by the Indians of the neighbourhood,
consisted of some five hundred men. It was rumoured that the General,
when he considered himself strong enough, intended to attack Ciudad
Bolivar, on the Orinoco about forty-five miles farther to the
north-east. His numbers were being continually increased, but he was
obviously in great need of money, and had already begun to make forced
requisitions on the haciendados and the Indians. Mr. Jackson devoutly
hoped that money would not be forthcoming. A leader of strong
personality could easily and at any time gather a large army of
desperadoes in Venezuela if he had the money to pay them.
The day after Azito's return the camp suffered from one of the
periodical disasters which it was impossible to foresee or to guard
against. A violent tornado swept over the district, uprooting immense
trees, whirling the tents away, and scattering their contents in all
directions. It was all over in a few minutes, but the mischief done
would take days to repair. Will was walking over the ground, seeking to
recover his possessions among the litter, when he happened to find a
sheet of the Company's official paper on which he saw that a rough plan
was drawn. He picked it up, thinking it might be one of the Chief's
papers; but on further examination he was surprised to find that it was
a sketch of the encampment, or rather of that part of it occupied by the
engineering staff. The position of each tent was marked, and
distinguished by a letter of the alphabet. Will thought the paper must
belong to O'Connor, and took it to him. At the moment O'Connor had his
arms full of pyjamas and underwear which he had just collected from the
havoc of the storm. His inseparable pipe was in his mouth.
"Is this yours?" asked Will, showing him the paper.
"Never saw it before," mumbled O'Connor. "What is it?"
"A plan of part of the camp."
"What would I want with a plan of the camp? Perhaps the Chief has been
amusing himself. Try him."
But the Chief denied all knowledge of the paper.
"I've got something better to do than draw unnecessary plans. What's
the good of it?"
"Nothing, except as information to an enemy."
"Ah! that's an idea now. 'A chiel amang us takin' notes,' eh? A wolf
within the fold. I'll skin him if I catch him. Do you suspect any
one?"
"Sangrado's got a shifty eye."
"Which of 'em hasn't!" said the Chief grimly. "I don't trust any of
these Venezuelans beyond eyeshot. Well, he's had his trouble for
nothing. There's no camp left, and we'll take care to arrange things
differently now. Get a gang to move the safe, there's a good fellow:
hanged if it isn't about the only thing left standing."
The safe was conveyed on trolleys to another part of the enclosure, and
the Chief's tent was reerected around it. During the next few days he
watched the native foremen narrowly, but saw nothing to lead him to
suspect any one of them to be the traitor. They appeared indeed to be
in good spirits over the news which had just come in through Antonio de
Mello, who visited the camp one day and reported that the Government had
made some progress in stamping out the revolt in Valencia. Free from
danger in that quarter, it might be expected that the Government troops
would soon be at liberty to deal with the outbreak in Guayana; and if
General Carabano had not succeeded in capturing Bolivar before there was
a movement against him, his chance of ultimate success was very small.
De Mello confirmed Azito's information as to the General's lack of
money, which was the strongest weapon the Government possessed.
Sangrado, the foreman whom Will had mentioned, declared that the rebuff
Captain Espejo had suffered would prove to be the ruin of the
revolution. It had not merely deprived the General of the sinews of war
on which he had no doubt confidently reckoned, but had so much damaged
his prestige that he would find great difficulty in obtaining recruits.
"A courier will come one day, senor," said the man, "with the thanks of
the Government. You will be a great man in Venezuela."
"We won't hallo until we are out of the wood," replied the Chief. "You
don't want a revolution, then, Sangrado?"
"Certainly not, senor, nor any of us. We know which side our bread is
buttered."
"Honesty is the best policy," remarked the Chief to the Englishmen of
his staff afterwards. "I think the men are all right as long as they
get their pay. But I'm not so sure they'd stick to us if a higher
bidder came along."
The disorder in the camp was repaired: the work went steadily on: and as
the line advanced, and the distance between railhead and the camp
increased, Mr. Jackson began to think of shifting to another site, and
questioned whether it would be worth while to spend time in fortifying
it. He decided to remain in his present quarters until after next
pay-day. The money would arrive by train from Bolivar, together with a
large quantity of stores, the wages of the peons being paid partly in
kind.
On the morning of the day when the train was expected, Machado handed
the Chief a telegraphic message to the effect that the agent of the
Company in Bolivar had sent six extra trucks with rails just landed from
a steamer that had arrived from Antwerp, the contract for rails being in
the hands of a Belgian firm.
"They're a few weeks before they are due," said the Chief, "but that's a
fault on the right side. When will the train arrive?"
"About two, senor."
"That means four, I suppose. No doubt we shall get a wire from the
junction as usual."
Just after twelve o'clock Machado reported that the train had left the
junction, and might be expected in about three hours. The arrival of
the fortnightly train was always a matter of interest in the camp. It
had become the custom for the peons to strike work and crowd about
railhead on these occasions. Mr. Jackson and several of his staff were
always present to take formal receipt of the consignment of goods and
money, the latter being escorted from the lock-up van to the safe in the
Chief's tent.
About four o'clock Mr. Jackson took up his position with the three
Englishmen beside the line. Several of the peons stood at hand, ready
to transfer the cash to a trolley. The rest of the labourers
congregated noisily close by. The appearance of the engine among the
trees far away was hailed with a loud shout. In a few minutes the
train, longer than usual, drew up; Mr. Jackson stepped forward to the
lock-up van, with his duplicate keys of the two huge padlocks on the
door. The six trucks behind, covered with canvas, would not be unloaded
until the money had been bestowed in the safe.
[Illustration: A SCRIMMAGE AT RAILHEAD]
He had just thrown the door open, and ordered the peons to lift out the
bags of money, when there was a sudden outcry. Looking round, he was
amazed to see a swarm of armed men rushing upon him, the nearest no more
than two yards away. Before he or any other of the staff could lift a
hand to defend himself, he was hurled to the ground, O'Connor and
Ruggles lying beside him. Will, who happened to be a little nearer to
the engine, made an attempt to bolt, and succeeded in springing down the
embankment, only to find himself in the midst of a score of the
assailants. He dodged two or three of them, with the agility of an old
Rugby player, but was then tripped up and fell headlong, being
immediately pounced on and held. The first man he saw when he collected
himself was Machado the telegraphist, who had seized one of his arms and
looked at him with a smile of malicious triumph.
"You are the traitor, then," thought Will. "I might have known it,
after your sniffing round after my hydroplane."
In a few minutes all the European members of the staff lay trussed up on
the slope of the embankment, Captain Espejo himself superintending the
operation. The money had been seized. The native foremen, accepting
their fate with the Spaniard's usual nonchalance, stood idly by, puffing
at their cigarros. Many of the peons had taken to their heels and fled
into the woods. But the majority had been too much cowed even to run,
especially when several shots were fired among the fugitives as a
warning. Captain Espejo summoned them to stand, declaring that they
were now in the service of his excellency General Carabano, the new
President, and that any man who resisted would be instantly shot. Then,
seeing that the four Englishmen were securely bound, he made his way to
the Chief's tent among a group of his officers, ordering his men, who
numbered nearly a hundred, to find quarters for themselves and take what
they required from the stores in the train.