THE DRUMS
An hour later they were seated in the boat, nibbling biscuits and taking
turns to sip at the water in their keg.
'Now that we 've proved that Grinson can just squeeze into the chimney,'
said Hoole, 'I guess we had better climb to-morrow and take a look
round. But what then? What do you know about this blamed island,
Grinson?'
'Not as much as you could stuff into a pipe, in a manner of speaking,'
said Grinson. 'A few years ago I spent a couple of weeks in Moresby and
round about--you can bear me out, Ephraim, me lad--and I know no more
than what I picked up there. That's on the south-east: we 're on the
north, on what's German ground, or was; and by all that's said, the
Germans never took much trouble to do more than hoist their flag. They
've got a port somewhere, but whether we 're east of it or west of it, I
don't know no more than the dead.'
'So when we climb, we shan't know which way to go,' said Trentham. 'Yet
our only chance is to make along the coast till we reach some white
settlement, unless we could manage to attract attention on some passing
ship. You don't know what the natives are like hereabout?'
'No, sir. They do say there 's little chaps about two feet high in the
forests, but I never seed 'em. The folks on the coast ain't so little,
and down Moresby way they 've learnt to behave decent; but I reckon they
're pretty wild in other parts, and I know some of 'em are 'orrid
cannibals, 'cos I was nearly eat myself once. We was lying becalmed off
the Dutch coast, away in the west of this 'ere island, and some of us
had gone ashore for water, and----'
'What's that noise?' exclaimed Hoole, springing up.
A faint purring sound came to their ears.
'It's uncommonly like an aeroplane engine,' said Trentham. 'It would be
rather fun to be taken off in an aeroplane.'
'Never in life!' said Meek mournfully. 'It 'ud turn my weak head.'
'Your head will be quite safe, Meek,' said Trentham. 'The only
aeroplane that's likely to be in these latitudes is the one that scouted
for the German raider. Our poor captain guessed what was coming when he
saw the thing, and three hours afterwards they got us, and he was dead.'
'There it is!' cried Hoole, pointing sea-ward.
They were just able to discern the machine, little more than a speck,
flying along from west to east. In a few minutes it had disappeared.
'Flying after other game,' said Trentham. 'You were saying, Grinson?'
'And I got parted from the rest, through chasing a butterfly, which I
was always a stoodent of nature. I had just nabbed a lovely pink 'un
with gold spots, when a crowd of naked savages surrounded me, their
faces hidjous with paint, and their spears pointing at me like the
spokes of a wheel. Not having my pistol with me, I couldn't shoot 'em
all down one after another, so I offered 'em the butterfly, then a brass
button, and one or two other little things I had about me, which any
decent nigger would 'a been thankful for. But no! Nothing but my gore
would satisfy 'em, or rather my fat, for I was in them days twice the
size I am now. You can bear me out, Ephraim, me lad?'
'I wouldn't be sure 'twas exactly twice, Mr. Grinson, but not far
short--a pound or so under, p'r'aps.'
'I thought my last hour was come, and it came on me sudden that I hadn't
made my will----'
'There 's a smudge of smoke far out,' cried Hoole. 'If we get on a rock
and wave our shirts, somebody 'll see us.'
They looked eagerly out to sea. A steamer, just distinguishable on the
horizon, was proceeding in the same direction as the aeroplane they had
noticed a few minutes before. Grinson put up his hands to shade his eyes
as he gazed.
'If I had a pair of glasses, or that there telescope in the wreck! Ah!
I may be wrong, but I believe 'tis that ruffian of a pirate as sunk our
craft yesterday. Seems to me we 'd better keep our shirts on our backs,
sir.'
'I dare say you 're right,' said Hoole. 'For my part I 'd rather try my
luck with cannibals than with those Germans again.'
'Which I agree with you, sir,' said Grinson. 'With luck, or I may say
gumption, you can escape from cannibals, like I did.'
'Ah, yes. How did you get out of that ring of spears?'
The boatswain took such pleasure in retailing his yarns that the two
young men gave him plenty of rope.
'I was fair upset at not having made my will, thinking of how the
lawyers would fight over my remains, in a manner of speaking. So I takes
out my pocket-book and my fountain pen, and with a steady hand I begins
to write. It shows what comes of a man doing his dooty. Them cannibals
was struck all of a heap when they seed black water oozing out of a
stick. They lowered the points of their spears, and, instead of being a
circle, they formed up three deep behind me, looking over my shoulder.
It come into my head they took me for a medicine-man, and the dawn of a
great hope lit up my pearly eyes.'
'Where did you get that, Grinson?' asked Hoole.
'What, sir?'
'That about "pearly eyes" and the rest.'
'Oh, that! It took my fancy in a nice little story called _Lord Lyle's
Revenge_ as a kind lady once give me, and I 've never forgot it. Well,
as I was saying, I set to droring a portrait of the ugliest mug among
'em--fuzzy hair, nose bones and all--they a-watching me all the time
with bated breath; and when I 'd put in the finishing stroke, blest if
every man Jack of 'em didn't begin to quarrel about whose photo it was.
Never did you hear such a hullabaloo. Fixing of 'em with my eagle eye, I
waved 'em back like as if I was shooing geese, took a pin from my weskit
and stuck the portrait on a tree, and told 'em to fight it out who was
the ugliest of 'em, 'cos he was the owner. The cannibals made a rush for
the tree, every one of 'em trying to prevent the rest from getting the
picture, and I lit my pipe and walked away as steady as a bobby on
dooty. You can bear me out, Ephraim, me lad?'
'Wonderful steady you was, Mr. Grinson, and the bottle of rum empty too.
I couldn't have walked so steady. The other chaps said as how you 'd
been taking a nap, but I never believed 'em.'
'Never go napping on dooty, Ephraim; which I mean to say we 'll have to
take watch and watch to-night, gentlemen. What with cannibals and them
big hermit crabs and other vermin, 'twouldn't be safe for us all to have
our peepers shut.'
'Very true, Grinson,' said Trentham. 'The boat's rather exposed: you had
better choose a spot on the beach where we can shelter for the night.
There are some rocks yonder that look promising. Then we 'll arrange
about watching.'
Grinson and Meek went off together; the others meanwhile strolled up and
down, discussing plans for the morrow.
'We 're so badly off,' said Trentham. 'You 've luckily got your
revolver; any spare cartridges?'
'A score or so.'
'I 've only a penknife, worse luck. Grinson has a long knife, and Meek,
no doubt, has a knife of some sort; but three knives and a revolver
won't enable us to put up much of a fight if we really do come across
any cannibals.'
'And I guess that fountain pens and pocket books won't be much good. We
couldn't patch up the boat?'
'Without tools? Besides, I shouldn't care to risk a voyage. We may
have a chance of reaching some settlement overland, and I dare say could
pick up some food; but on the sea we might drift for weeks, even if we
could exist on our few biscuits and little water.'
'Well, old man, we 'll get what sleep we can and try the chimney in the
morning. The sky promises fair weather, anyway; did you ever see such a
splendid sunset?'
They were facing west, and beyond the headland the sun, a gorgeous ball
of fire, was casting a blood-red glow on the scarcely rippling sea. On
the cliffs the leaves of the palms were edged with crimson, and
flickered like flames as they were gently stirred by the breeze. The
two friends stood side by side, silently watching the magnificent
panorama. Suddenly Hoole caught Trentham by the arm, and pulled him down
behind a rock.
'My sakes!' he exclaimed under his breath. 'D' you see people moving
between the wreck and the cliff?'
Trentham took off his hat and peered cautiously over the rocks.
'You 're right,' he said. 'It's not easy to make 'em out; they 're in
the shadow of the headland; we 're a good mile away, I fancy. They can't
see us at present, but we had better warn the others; the sun as it
moves round will strike us presently.'
They returned to the spot which Grinson had selected for their camping
place--a space of clear sand protected on one side by a group of rocks
and on the other by a clump of bushes spreading from the base of the
cliffs. Meek had already brought up their scanty stores from the boat;
Grinson had stripped off his jersey and shirt.
'If you 'll take my advice, gentlemen,' he said, 'you 'll swill the
sticky off--you 'll sleep all the better for it. Bathing all in I
wouldn't advise, in case of sharks.'
'Shall we get any sleep, I wonder?' said Trentham. 'There are men on
the beach, Grinson.'
'Men, sir?'
'Cannibals!' murmured Meek.
'We saw figures moving between the wreck and the cliff.'
'Holy poker!' exclaimed the boatswain, rapidly drawing on his shirt.
Trentham noticed momentarily the figure of a bird tattooed on his upper
left arm. 'Hope they don't come this way.'
'Why shouldn't we take the bull by the horns and go _their_ way?' said
Hoole. 'I 'll tackle 'em, if you like. You don't know but we 'd make
friends of them.'
'Not by no manner of means, sir, I beg you,' said Grinson. 'The New
Guinea savages are the fiercest in creation; Ephraim can bear me out;
cunning as the devil, and that treacherous. The tales I could tell! But
I wouldn't freeze your blood, not for the world; all I say is, keep out
of their clutches.'
'Where can we hide, if so be they come this way?' faltered Meek.
'There 's nothing to bring them along this bare beach,' said Trentham.
'They won't see us if we remain here; I doubt whether they 'll even see
the boat. No doubt they 'll be gone by the morning.'
'Just so,' said Hoole. 'Still, we 've got to meet them some time,
probably----'
'Better by daylight, sir,' said Grinson. 'Wild beasts and savages are
always most fearsome at night. I say, lay low.'
'As low as you can,' Meek added.
The glow of sunset faded, and in the deepening shade the figures were no
longer visible. The four men sat in their shelter, talking in
undertones, none of them disposed to sleep. For a while only the slow
tumbling surf bore a murmurous counterpoint to their voices. All at
once a dull boom struck upon their ears. It was not the explosive boom
of a gun, but a deep prolonged note. Soon it was followed by a similar
sound, at a slightly higher pitch, and the two notes alternated at
regular intervals.
'Drums, by the powers!' ejaculated Grinson. ''Tis a dance, or a feast,
or both.'
'A mighty slow dance,' said Hoole. 'I 'd fall asleep between the
steps.'
But even as he spoke the sounds became louder and more rapid, and
presently in the midst of the now continuous booming a voice was heard,
chanting in monotone. Into this broke a deeper growling note as from
many voices in unison, and after the song and accompaniment had
continued for some time with ever-increasing vigour and volume, they
came to a sudden end in a short series of strident barks, half smothered
by the clamour of the drums.
The four men had risen, and leaning on the rocks, with their faces
towards the sounds, had listened to the strange chorus.
'It's extraordinarily thrilling,' said Trentham. 'I 'd never have
believed that drums could make such music.'
'It trickles down my spine,' Hoole confessed. 'And they 're pretty
nearly a mile away. What must it be on the spot? Say, if they start
again, shall we creep along and see?'
'I 'm game. Look! They 've lit a fire. There's some ceremony on
hand--not a thing to be missed.'
'Which means a feast, sir,' said Grinson. 'If you ask me, I say don't
go. It 'll turn your blood.'
'Special if 'tis a man they eat,' said Meek.
'You two stay home; Mr. Trentham and I will go,' said Hoole. 'The rocks
and scrub will give plenty of cover; besides, the feasters will be busy.
We 'll be unseen spectators in the gallery.'
Heedless of the further expostulations of the seamen, Trentham and Hoole
set off, and keeping well under the shadow of the cliffs, tramped
rapidly towards the growing blaze. As they drew nearer to it, they moved
with greater caution, careful not to come directly within the glow. The
drums recommenced their slow tapping, and when the white men arrived at
a spot where, screened by the bushes, they could see unseen, the dance
had just begun.
The fire was kindled on a clear space between the wreck and the
vegetation that clothed the foot of the cliffs. Beyond it, nearer the
vessel, about twenty natives were stamping in time with the two drums,
placed at one end of the line. They were men of average height, well
built, but rather thin in the legs, wearing fantastic head-dresses, bone
or coral necklaces and armlets, and scanty loin-cloths. The watchers
were at once struck by certain differences in the types of feature. All
the savages were a dull black in colour, except where they had painted
their skins white or red, but while the majority had wide bridgeless
noses and frizzy hair, there were some whose noses were arched, and
whose hair, though curled, was neither stiff nor bushy. Every face was
disfigured by a long skewer of bone passed through the nose.
The dance was disappointing. The men did little more than stamp up and
down, swaying a little now and then, stepping a pace or two forward or
backward, shaking their spears, and emitting a grunt. There was no
excitement, no crescendo of martial fury.
'A very tame performance!' whispered Hoole.
But Trentham was no longer watching the dance. Beyond the dancers, only
occasionally visible as they moved, there was something that had fixed
his attention. He could not quite determine what it was, but a
suspicion was troubling him. Between the swaying figures there
appeared, now and again, a whitish object partially obscured by bush,
and barely within the circle of light from the fire. It was motionless,
but the fugitive glimpses that Trentham caught of it made him more and
more uneasy.
'You see that white thing?' he whispered, taking Hoole by the arm.
'Yep! What of it?'
Trentham pressed his arm more closely. The dancers had moved a little
farther apart, and for the first time the object behind them was
completely outlined.
'By gum, it's a man!' murmured Hoole.
'And a white man!' added Trentham. 'I was afraid so.'