Paul attempts Flight--Another Pirate Junk--The Fight between the
Junk and the Proa--An ancient Goldmine.
But for the grief and anxiety occasioned me by Paul’s conduct I should
now have been perfectly happy. With my bride Azolta, and my brother
Zolca, and congenial work in the instruction of the people, I could
scarcely realize that I was the man, who, as a boy, had been herded with
mutineers, and put ashore to starve on the unknown land of Terra
Australis.
As for Paul, apparently he had settled down to married life and
forgotten his plan of sailing for Java, and bringing the Company’s men
down to show them the gold and the fertile valley of the Quadrucos; but
I felt quite sure that he meant to carry it out on the first
opportunity.
My attempt to introduce the use of tables and chairs amongst the
Quadrucos was not very successful. Zolca and my wife tried hard to
accustom themselves to this new mode of eating and drinking, &c., but I
am afraid the others only lay on the floor and looked at the furniture.
They took to writing, however, and having concocted a simple code of
signs, Zolca and I could communicate easily.
One morning the blowing of the war-shell announced danger from the
northern side of the valley. Zolca, Paul, and I, with a body of men
whose duty it was to hold themselves in readiness--for we had taught
the Quadrucos not to rush on like a rabble, but to do everything
according to method--proceeded to the spot. We found that several
footprints of the Papoos had been found, crossing and recrossing the
beaten path which the sentinels patrolled. As these were not very
formidable foes, Zolca and his men proceeded in pursuit of them, and
Paul and I returned. Before leaving the place, however, Paul asked me if
I had seen the paintings in the caves near where we were. I had heard of
them from Zolca, who professed not to know by whom they had been done,
but I had never visited the place. Paul led me to it. They were gigantic
figures, without mouths, dressed in long robes, with halos around their
heads. There were also characters resembling written words on the walls
of the cave. I imagined they had been done by the Quadrucos who first
landed.
As we went slowly home I noticed that Paul seemed most friendly, he
talked about the hardships and dangers we had gone through together, and
what a happy life we had suddenly dropped on. In fact I never saw him
more subdued and affectionate. Zolca did not return that day, evidently
his pursuit had led him further than he expected.
I slept soundly, to be awakened at sunrise by my name being loudly
called from outside the house. Hurrying out I found Namoa, one of the
principal men of the valley, in a state of great excitement. As day
broke, the sentinels on watch for the pirates saw a boat with a white
sail leaving the bay. They then missed one of the largest of the boats
we had captured from the Mongols.
Paul had started for Java!
I concealed all signs of emotion, and with Namoa made inquiries. We
found that Paul had taken with him his wife and her two brothers. How he
had wrought upon them to join him I cannot say, but they must have been
secretly at work for some time, preparing the sail and mast, &c. This,
then, accounted for his plausible manner the night before, to lull my
suspicions to rest. Zolca’s absence was another chance in his favour,
and he seized the opportunity.
I treated the matter lightly, explained that Paul had only gone to try
how the boat would sail, as we intended rigging masts on all of them. I
surmised that he meant it as a surprise for us, that was the reason he
had said nothing about his intended trip.
When Zolca returned, which he did in a few hours, having followed the
Papoos for a long distance but failed to overtake them, it was quite a
different thing, and his eyes showed me that the untamable savage was
still latent in him.
However, I had thought the matter over, and had come to the conclusion
that Paul never would reach Java. In the first place, even if he escaped
shipwreck, he had a most hazy idea as to its whereabouts; in all
probability he would land on some strange island, peopled with savages,
and he and his party would be murdered. I considered it would be a
miracle if he reached Java, unless he was picked up by one of the
Company’s discovery-ships. Then again, he could not carry a sufficiency
of provisions and water to last him through calm weather, when he could
not sail. He had spoken of Captain Pelsart’s voyage in the boat, but
Pelsart was a navigator with a well-built boat, not a clumsy Mongol
affair; also he had a boat’s crew of trained sailors. Altogether I
looked upon it as a rash and desperate enterprise that only an ignorant
man would undertake, and one sure to bring destruction on the heads of
the parties engaged in it.
All this I confided to Zolca, who, I think, understood most of my
reasoning and felt reassured. Suddenly our conversation was interrupted
by the blowing of the sentinel’s shell from seaward. We hastened there
and, to our intense surprise, found that the boat with the white sail
was returning. Now, although I was glad that this, to a certain extent,
confirmed what I had already told Namoa and the rest, still I knew that
Paul was not coming back willingly, and this idea was soon made a
certainty, for, almost immediately, a Mongol junk came into sight. Paul
was evidently running back to escape a worse fate.
I drew Zolca on one side and told him the tale I had told Namoa and
urged him to accept it as the best policy. We could settle with Paul
privately, meantime we wanted his help to fight the pirates. To this he
agreed, and when finally the boat ran up to the beach, I hailed Paul in
our own language and told him how to act. He was sharp enough to see the
situation, and it was evident that the other Quadrucos had no suspicion
of the attempted flight. Paul’s companions would, of course, divulge it
presently, but not until we had dealt with the junk, and I was anxious
to avoid any disunion in our ranks with an enemy in sight.
After our last fight I had carefully gone over the bay and found out the
channel leading into it. Also, that this channel passed close to one of
the headlands of the bay. On this knowledge my plans had long since been
formed in case of another attack. As the junk, which was much larger
than either of the former two, drew near, we all took up our stations as
before, with the exception that a body of bowmen under Namoa, stationed
themselves on the headland commanding the channel.
Apparently these pirates knew the entrance into the bay quite well, and
this puzzled me exceedingly, also why they persisted in coming, seeing
that they got nothing but hard knocks for their pains. I found out the
reason soon afterwards.
The junk came on under a light wind and passed unsuspectingly under the
headland, from which suddenly descended on her deck a shower of arrows,
spears, and stones. The pirates were helpless, or nearly so, and the
wind being, as I said, but light, their progress was slow, and before
they got out of range, into the middle of the bay, they must have lost a
great many of their crew.
I sent a messenger to Namoa, telling him not to move from his position,
for I had great hopes of beating the enemy off before dark, when he
could give them a parting salute.
The Mongols now hauled down their sails and prepared to get out their
boats. They sent one in to reconnoitre, but so confident was I in our
ability to chastise them that I did not trouble to keep our ambush a
secret, but, as soon as they were well within range, ordered my men to
open fire on them with their arrows, which they did with telling effect,
and the boat returned quickly to the junk.
Hardly had they reached the side before the harsh note of the shell was
heard from the headland where Namoa was stationed. This was taken up
and repeated round the bay. Evidently another vessel was in sight. The
Mongols, who were in a better position to look seaward than we were, now
began getting their boats on board again, with much shouting and noise.
Then they got out long sweeps, and, aided by the wind, which had changed
to the south-east, put out to sea, passing under the headland, where
Namoa gave them a volley which must have made great havoc.
The other vessel was now in full sight, bearing down rapidly on the
junk, which seemed anxious to escape. The new-comer was smaller than the
junk, not so high out of the water, and much cleaner built. She was
propelled both by sail and oars, and Zolca, who had joined me, told me
that she belonged to the nation of brown men of whom his father had told
me. I know now that she was a Malay proa. She was evidently bent upon
attacking the junk, and the matter being thus taken out of our hands, we
all crowded to the two headlands to witness the encounter.
Seeing that they could not get away, the Mongols took in their oars,
lowered their sails, and assembled their men on the side the Malays
were approaching. When the proa was near enough they discharged such a
flight of arrows at her deck that, from where we stood, it looked like a
cloud flying from one ship to the other. This reception in no way
daunted their assailants, who returned the compliment, and swept up
alongside the junk with the intention of boarding. We saw their dark
figures, seemingly much more active than the Mongols, leaping on to the
deck of the junk and being cut down.
Then the Mongols attempted to board the proa, but were repulsed; and
that was the last that we actually saw of the fight, for the wind had
freshened, and the two vessels, locked together, were soon carried
beyond reach of our sight, that is, so far as the details of the combat
were concerned. But they continued side by side until dusk came on.
Before that, however, a dense smoke had arisen from one of them, and
when it fell dark the watchers on the headland saw a great light for
many hours.
Now this was almost the last we saw of any of these pirates, though we
had one more visit; but we had worse visitors in store.
The battle being over without any loss on our side--having fortunately
had someone else to do the fighting for us--a most disagreeable duty
remained. This was the trial of Paul and his accomplices. By my advice
Namoa was taken into our confidence, and also another of the head men.
The culprits were brought to the palace, and after due admonition were
taken to the great cross of Gonneville, for which the people had a
superstitious reverence, and there made to vow that they would never be
led to make such an attempt again, under penalty of death for a
repetition of the fault. Paul, by my advice, had pleaded that he only
wanted to make a trial of the boat, but he was deprived of his red
turban and had to wear a white one in future--a punishment for which he
did not care the snap of a finger, but which, in the eyes of the
Quadrucos, was a great degradation.
If Zolca had had his way he would have made the punishments death, I
verily believe, so much had I worked on his feelings by my description
of what was to be expected if the East India Company discovered the
gold. I persuaded him, however, to make the sentences lenient, in order
not to make the offence appear too important.
I now wished to see the place where the gold was, and Zolca and I went
there one morning. To my astonishment I saw distinctly, by the signs,
that pits had been formerly dug there, and that a large area of land had
been disturbed at one time. As the Quadrucos knew nothing of the value
of gold it must have been done before their coming to the country. But
there was no doubt that it had been the work of some people, for,
searching further, I found where one hill had been almost quarried away,
and great heaps of broken rocks were to be seen in different places. I
remembered the characters in the cave Paul had shown me, and it suddenly
occurred to me that they were like the copies I had seen in books of
Mongol characters.
Was this an ancient gold-mine, formerly worked by these people, and had
the secret of the place been preserved for generations amongst them? Did
this, then, account for their persistent endeavours to effect a
landing? As I now know that these people are of great antiquity, and
religiously preserve their traditions, I believe that I then arrived at
the right solution.