CHAPTER FORTY.

"WHAT ABOUT VICTUALS?"

For a few minutes it seemed as if the success that had attended them was

to be completely dashed, though it had become evident that, by a

wonderful stroke of good fortune, they had dropped the grapnel of the

boat so that they were swinging nearly opposite to the part of the

river-bank which had been their goal. For then Fate, which had been

filling their breasts with hope, seemed to have withdrawn from them

behind a darker cloud than ever.

The voices were so near that they dared not whisper or stir, only wait

in the full expectation of being seen and welcomed with a shower of

spears; but by degrees the talking ceased, and the silence was so

profound that it became evident that the enemy, whatever had been their

object in coming there, had silently crept away.

"Do you really think they have gone, sir?" whispered Peter.

"I feel sure of it," was the reply.

"Then don't you think we could get out the poles and work the boat

closer in?"

"I'm afraid to try, Pete. The stream seems running so strong that we

might be swept away."

"Oh, I don't know, sir, close inshore like this. I think we might

manage it. Hadn't we better try?"

"Well, yes," replied Archie, after a little hesitation. "We must use

the poles when we go away, unless we try going down-stream."

"Oh, that wouldn't do, sir. It would be running right into Rajah

Hamet's nest, even if we didn't meet Suleiman's men; and if we didn't do

neither we should have to carry the boxes through them who are

surrounding the Residency."

"We must get them somehow," cried Archie impatiently.

"Yes, sir. But we ain't getting them like this."

For answer Archie seized one of the poles that lay along under the

thwarts of the sampan, passed it over the side, and, to his great

delight, found that close in to the bank the eddy was so strong that

there would be no difficulty in working against the current. This

discovery made, the grapnel was pulled up and the sampan thrust in close

under the bank at the bottom of the Doctor's garden.

"Nothing like trying, sir," said Peter; and landing, he carried the

grapnel in to the full extent of the rope and pressed its flukes down

into the earth.

This was not done without noise, and the two lads stood listening for a

few minutes before proceeding farther. Once satisfied that there were

no fresh occupants in the bungalow, Archie led the way in, and the rest

of their task proved delightfully easy.

He knew enough of the interior of the Doctor's home to make for the

store-room at once. Everything was open, just as it had been left in

haste, and in spite of the darkness they easily found the little, square

boxes of cartridges lying exactly as Mrs Morley had described; and each

securing two, they were about to hurry down to the boat, when Archie

remembered the gun, which, he knew, was hanging over a cabinet in the

Doctor's study.

Placing his two boxes on the floor, he made for the Doctor's room, took

the gun from the hooks where it hung, and hurrying back to the room

where he had left the boxes, he found himself alone, for Peter had

hastened off with his portion of the load.

There was nothing for it but to wait; but at last his ears were

gladdened by the sound of his companion's hurried footsteps, and

together the remainder of the objects of their search were borne down to

the boat, which was cast loose, the poles were seized, and they began to

stem the current.

The work proved easier than they had anticipated so long as they kept

close inshore; but this, they felt, was incurring the greatest peril,

for an occasional voice warned them of the presence of enemies close at

hand; and after one narrow escape, consequent upon their being hailed by

some one in the Malay tongue, they pushed off in despair, to make for

the farther bank of the river.

This portion of their journey was not achieved without losing ground,

for out beyond the middle there were times when, in spite of the length

of the long bamboo poles, they could not touch bottom. But once more

close inshore, they began to make better progress, and as they paused

for a few minutes' rest in the thick darkness in a place closely

overhung by trees, the question arose as to how long it would be before

daybreak, for both felt that the night must be pretty well spent.

"What do you say, Pete?" said Archie.

"Don't want to say nothing, sir," was the reply.

"Why?"

"Don't want to put you out of heart."

Archie was silent for a few moments.

"You mean that it must be nearly morning now. Speak out."

"Something of the kind, sir; and I was thinking that it seems too bad to

have to make a mess of it at the end."

"Ah! You think that though we may get across and land with our load on

our side of the river, we should have daylight upon us before we could

get anything like back to the Residency?"

"Wish I was as clever as you are, Mister Archie," said Peter in a low,

grumbling tone, as he thrust with all his might at the end of his pole.

"What do you mean?"

"You saying just exactly what I was thinking about, sir. How you come

to see it all I don't know."

"Oh, never mind that, Pete. It's very horrible, and when we are missing

in the morning there will be no end of an upset, and they will think

that we have deserted."

"Haw, haw!" grunted Peter, with another thrust of his pole which

hindered the straight course of the sampan. "Them thinking you had

deserted, sir? Likely! You ain't me."

"Well, Pete, let's get as high as we can past the place where we got the

boat, and then the moment we think that daylight's coming let's get

across, tie the boat up somewhere under the trees, and lie in hiding

till night."

"Won't do," said Peter shortly. "Boat belongs to somebody as ain't our

friends, and when they find it gone they will come hunting along the

water-side till they find it, and like as not tell the enemy where we

are."

"You are right, Pete. Then we will find a snug place, and lie in

waiting till it's dark again; and we shall know by then pretty well

where we are, and take our measures for a fresh start."

"That's right, sir. Glad I was able to do some good--and, I say, it's

getting close to morning."

"How do you know?"

"By them things as we have heard howling out in the jungle over and over

again."

"I've heard nothing," said Archie.

"I have, sir; and they're getting quiet now. I heard a tiger once, and

crocs over and over again, but I wouldn't say anything."

"I had too much else to think of, Pete," said Archie, as he toiled hard

at his pole, causing an eddy more than once, as if some river-dweller

had been disturbed.

It was not long after when the notes of the birds began to proclaim the

coming day, and the surroundings began to appear so plainly that at the

first favourable opportunity the boat was run in beneath the shelter of

the overhanging trees and made fast; while, as the day broadened and

they peered out across the river, Archie found they were so high up that

no object on the farther bank was familiar; and he said so.

"Well, sir, I must leave that to you," said Peter. "I ain't done much

boating, and have never been so high as this before. Well, from what

you say, I suppose we shall be safe till night, and then we are going to

get across and land them cartridges somehow or another where they are

wanted. We've got a lot of hours to wait, though, first."

"Yes," said Archie, with a weary sigh.

"Well, then, sir, what about victuals?"

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