A Break for Liberty
With his own hands Jack dug a grave near the brink of the river, and
there he laid his uncle to rest. The Askari looked on stolidly as he
gathered stones from below the bank and heaped them to form a low rude
cairn. Then he went back with them to their camping-place. He could
not touch the food they offered him, and when they told him the time
was come to march he got up silently and moved away mechanically with
the rest.
He trudged on among his captors, a prey to utter dejection, conscious
of nothing but his irreparable loss. He saw nothing, heard nothing, of
what was going on around him, walking automatically in a kind of
stupor. His uncle was dead!--for the moment the world had for him no
other fact. By degrees, as his first dazed feeling passed away, he
recalled little incidents in his past life that till then had lain
dormant in his memory. He remembered the first time he had consciously
seen his uncle, when he was a child of four, and he was dragged in all
grubby from the garden, face and hands stained with strawberry juice,
to see a big man with a red face, who laughed at him, and showed him a
rough yellow lump that he wore on his watch-chain. He remembered the
letter when his father died; and that other letter when his mother
died; and the first visit to school, when, shown into the headmaster's
study, the headmaster being absent, Mr. Martindale had made friends of
the dog, and was found by the great man in the act of balancing a pen
on the animal's nose. He remembered too the delightful holidays,
climbing in Switzerland, roaming in Normandy, gondoliering in Venice.
Odd things came to his recollection, and there was not one of them but
recalled some trait of character, reminded him of some past happiness.
Then as he walked his grief took on a new complexion--a longing for
vengeance on the miscreant whom he regarded as directly responsible for
his uncle's death--morally as culpable as if he had with his own hands
committed the murder. Was this villain to remain unpunished? The
thought of Elbel induced a new change of feeling. What of the natives
who for so many months had looked to him for guidance and leadership?
What was Barney doing? Had Samba escaped the clutches of his enemy and
got back to the fort? Was the fort, indeed, still there? He
remembered his promise to his uncle. At the most solemn moment of his
life, under the very shadow of death, he had vowed to do all in his
power to help the negroes of the Congo--and here he was, himself a
prisoner among soldiers of this iniquitous government, on his way to an
unknown fate.
Thus recalled to actuality, he roused himself and began to think. He
had no longer his uncle to consider; that good man was beyond reach of
chicanery and spite. Why should he go to Boma? Nothing good awaited
him there. He would be thrown into prison on arrival--supposing he
ever arrived; he would be tried, sentenced no doubt: at Boma in such
cases there were none of the law's delays; he might never be heard of
again. What chance was there of fulfilling his uncle's wishes there?
Was not his place at the fort, at Ilombekabasi, with Barney and Imbono
and Mboyo, the people for and with whom he had already toiled and
fought? There at the fort was tangible good to be done; he felt an
overpowering impulse to return to his friends. Elbel had been worsted;
if the resistance could be still further prolonged surely the Belgian
would withdraw, though it were only to gather strength for a crushing
blow; and the interval might be seized to migrate with the whole
community into the forest or across the frontier.
But there was the rub. Between him and the fort there was a band of
well-armed Askari and several days' journey by river and forest. Even
if he escaped the former, what chance was there of success? A white
man was very helpless in these African wilds--easily seen and followed,
not used to fend for himself in obtaining the necessaries of life.
Even Samba, forest-bred, had barely survived the perils of a solitary
journey: how could a white man expect to fare so well?
Yet, so strong was Jack's longing, he resolved that, be the
difficulties and dangers what they might, he would seize the barest
chance of escape that offered itself. Anything would be better than to
be carried on to Boma, with the terrible uncertainty, not merely
regarding his own ultimate fate at the hands of an unscrupulous
officialdom and a tainted judicature, but still more as to the fate of
his friends at Ilombekabasi.
From that moment his whole mental attitude changed. He did not forget
his grief; that pitiful scene by the river's brink could never be
effaced from his mind and heart; but he resolutely set his wits to work
to find an avenue of escape, and the mere effort brought relief to his
sorrow. No longer was he inattentive to his surroundings. Without
allowing his guards to suspect him, he was keenly on the alert,
watching everything.
It was not until the midday meal that accident befriended him. The
Askari came to a village which had clearly been for some time
deserted--another monument, Jack supposed, to King Leopold's rule. He
took refuge from the burning heat, which did not appear to incommode
the negroes, in one of the empty and half-ruined huts. There he ate
his meal of rancid _kwanga_--all that his guards would allow him.
While he squatted on the floor eating, his eye was attracted by a
bright light, the reflection of the sun on some polished surface in the
wall of the hut. Out of sheer curiosity he stepped across, and drew
from the interlaced wattles the head of a small axe. Its edge was very
sharp, as Jack found to his cost when he drew his finger across it; and
although in parts rusty, it appeared to be of very fine steel, too fine
to be of native workmanship. Wondering who had been its owner, and how
it came to be stuck, separate from its shaft, into the wall of a rough
native hut, he slipped it into his pocket; it might prove a weapon of
value to an otherwise unarmed man.
There was nothing to cause his guards to suspect him when the march was
once more resumed. In an hour or two they came to a place below the
series of rapids where it was safe to launch the canoe. There the
party divided. The carriers being all gone, the canoe left behind
could only be fetched by some of the Askari; and after some squabbling,
ten of them went back, the rest promising to wait for them at a
convenient spot down the river. As they paddled away, Jack gathered
from the talk of his escort, in a dialect which had some slight
resemblance to that of the men of Banonga, that they expected to arrive
at this place, an old camping-ground of theirs by the river, before
nightfall. They had placed him in the bow of the canoe, a light one
suitable for portage, with no platform, and therefore nothing between
him and the water but the thin side.
Keenly he watched the banks, hoping to be able at a favourable moment
to turn his observations to account. But except for a few hippos half
hidden in the long grass or reeds at the river-side, and here and there
a crocodile basking on a rock or sandbank, its scaly back scarcely
distinguishable from the soil, the river was deserted. Forest lined
the banks on both sides, its continuity only occasionally broken by
clearings showing signs of burnt villages. The trees were beginning to
throw long shadows over the water; sunset must be fast approaching;
still no means of escape had suggested itself. Yet escape, if effected
at all, must be effected soon, for he did not know when, with his
transference to a steamer, his immediate fate would be sealed.
Should he risk all, spring overboard, and swim for the bank? He was
tempted to do so, though he could not repress a shudder as he thought
of the crocodiles now beginning to wake from their afternoon nap. But
he knew that as soon as he came to the surface he would be overhauled
in two or three strokes of the paddles, even if the paddlers did not
think his attempt to escape sufficient justification for a little
Albini practice. In any case his death or capture could be a matter of
only a few minutes.
But as time passed, Jack resolved that he would chance the crocodiles
if he could elude his guards. He would run any risk rather than go to
Boma and submit himself to the tender mercies of the Congo State
officials. A crocodile, after all, might prove a more merciful enemy!
They came to a part of the river where the channel narrowed, and though
the fall was not enough to deserve the name of a rapid, the increased
velocity of the current and the presence of large rocks necessitated
some caution on the part of the paddlers. Jack could not help hoping
that the canoe would come to grief. In the confusion there might be a
bare chance of escape, though, being no more than a fair swimmer, he
was not blind to the added risk he would run owing to the strength of
the current and the danger of being dashed against the rocks.
But the Askari, experienced voyageurs, successfully navigated this
stretch of the river, and as the canoe shot safely into smoother water
Jack's hopes again fell. Then a thought occurred to him: Why wait upon
chance? Why not make his own opportunity? He felt in his pocket; the
axe-head was still there; its edge was sharp. If the canoe did not
meet with disaster from without, why not from within? He was sitting
on one of the thwarts amidships; the paddlers were standing on the
thwarts forward and astern of him. All the Askari were paddling except
three, and these were squatting, two at the one end of the canoe, one
at the other, with their rifles between their knees. In his position
Jack was almost completely screened from them. The paddlers had their
rifles slung over their shoulders; the baggage was equally distributed
over the whole length of the canoe.
Though built of the frailest material, the canoe was of considerable
length. This was the one drawback to the plan which had suggested
itself to Jack--to drive a hole in the craft at any moment when the
attention of the crew seemed sufficiently engaged to give him a chance
of doing so unobserved, for the size of the canoe rendered it doubtful
whether any hole he might make would be large enough to sink the vessel
before it could be paddled ashore. This could only be proved by making
the attempt.
Time passed on; no opportunity occurred. The passage here was easy,
and the paddlers did their work almost automatically. It needed no
attention. Jack was almost giving up the idea when a chance suddenly
came. He heard the leader of the Askari call out: "There is the gorge
just ahead: soon we shall be at our camping ground. Be steady!"
The canoe went faster and faster, and in a few minutes entered a gorge
strewn with jagged rocks threatening destruction at every yard. The
men stopped singing--they sang at their paddles from morning till
night--and shouted with excitement when the vessel escaped as by a
miracle being dashed to pieces on one or other of the rocks in
mid-stream. Choosing the moment when the shouting was loudest and the
danger probably greatest, Jack stooped down from his thwart and,
drawing the axe-head from his pocket, thrust it with all his strength
into the side of the canoe near the bottom, where there was already an
inch of bilge water. Working the steel to and fro, he enlarged the
hole as much as he could, and then withdrew his clumsy implement; the
water rushed in with a gurgling noise which must, he feared, attract
the attention of the paddler just above him. But the man gave no sign;
he was too intent upon his task.
A few seconds later Jack seized another moment of excitement to repeat
his work on the other side of the canoe. His heart jumped to his mouth
as he heard one of the men shout a word of warning; but he maintained
his stooping position, thinking there was less chance of detection than
if he suddenly moved. In consequence of the water rising in the bottom
the second hole was made somewhat higher than the first; and as Jack
watched the level of the water gradually creeping up, he felt that the
gaps were not large enough to prevent the paddlers from beaching the
canoe if they ran into smooth water during the next few minutes. The
bark seemed to close up as soon as the axe-head was withdrawn, leaving
only as a narrow slit what had been a gaping rent. A glance ahead
showed smooth water within a few yards. There might be just time to
make two more rapid cuts. He plunged his hand into the water, now some
inches deep, and drove the steel with all his force twice into the
bottom beneath his feet. As soon as the canoe left the race, the heavy
going due to the water that had been shipped would at once be detected,
even if none of the paddlers, indeed, should happen to glance down and
see the water washing the packages. True, they might suppose that it
had come over the sides of the canoe during their recent rough passage;
but the mistake must soon be discovered.
Jack saw that there was little chance of the canoe sinking in
midstream. What could he do? Was this, apparently his only
opportunity, to be lost? He had only a few seconds to decide. He
would wait until the leaks were discovered, and the canoe was headed
towards the shore. Then if he dived into the river his guards would be
torn between two impulses--the one to pursue him, the other to beach
the canoe before she sank with them and their stores. To them the
situation would be complex; they would waste time in their confusion;
and with a sinking canoe beneath them they would scarcely be able to
use their rifles.
Things happened almost exactly as Jack expected. When the canoe left
the troubled reaches one of the Askari suddenly caught sight of the
water slowly rising, and washing from side to side with every stroke of
the paddles. "A leak!" he shouted, inferring that a hole had been
knocked in the bottom by a rock. The leader at once cried to the men
to run for the right bank. Jack's time came as the canoe was swinging
round. Rising suddenly from his seat, with a vigorous shove he sent
the paddler behind him rolling back upon the next man; he in his turn
fell upon the next; until four of the paddlers in the after part of the
canoe were floundering in the water, and the frail craft rocked almost
gunwale under. The other paddlers were so much occupied in adjusting
themselves to the difficulty and preventing the canoe from being
swamped that they were hardly aware of what their prisoner was doing
until it was too late to prevent him. While the vessel was tilted
over, Jack placed one foot on the side farthest from the bank towards
which they were paddling, and dived into the river.
The leader of the Askari immediately shouted to the men in the water to
pursue him, pointing out the direction in which he had disappeared
beneath the surface. He was making for the left bank. Glancing back
when he came up, Jack saw that two men were swimming after him, and
realized that he was no match for them. He was only a fair swimmer;
his pursuers, drawn from one of the riverine villages of the Lower
Congo, were as dexterous in the water as they were in the canoe. When
Jack became aware that he was being rapidly overhauled, he gripped more
tightly the axe-head which he had never let go, resolving to fight to
the last rather than suffer recapture. The negroes had divested
themselves of their rifles, or had lost these when thrown so suddenly
into the river; and even such a clumsy weapon as an axe-head might
prove very formidable to unarmed men.
In the excitement, Jack had forgotten all about the constant peril of
the Congo--the crocodiles. Straining every nerve, he was wondering
whether he should stop swimming before he ran the risk of being
completely exhausted, since there seemed little chance of his gaining
the opposite bank before his pursuers, when he was startled by a
despairing scream behind. The horrible meaning of it flashed upon him;
he glanced back; only one swimmer was to be seen, and he was no longer
coming towards him; he had turned and with frantic haste was making for
the nearest point of the bank. The second man had disappeared; the
crocodile had proved a better swimmer than any. Shuddering in every
limb, Jack for a moment felt his strength leaving him. As in a
nightmare he seemed to see the horrid jaws of crocodiles all round him
waiting to tear him limb from limb. But he recovered in a moment; and,
still gripping the axe-head, he struck out desperately for the far
bank, which was now, indeed, scarcely more distant than the other. He
touched the sandy bottom, struggled panting up the bank, and,
completely exhausted by the physical and mental strain of this day's
events, crawled rather than walked to a spot where he felt himself
secure at least from the dreaded reptile. For several minutes he lay
with his head upon his arms, so much spent as to be almost careless of
what might become of him. But, rousing himself at length, he rose and
scanned the river for signs of his late escort. What was his alarm to
see them hastening towards him from the opposite bank; three minutes'
hard paddling would bring them within reach of him. The sight of them
woke Jack fully to his danger; he turned his back on the river and
plunged into the thick bushes that came almost to the water's edge, and
extended into, the forest behind. With what marvellous quickness, he
thought, had the Askari brought their waterlogged vessel to the bank,
emptied her of water, and temporarily stopped the leaks! No doubt they
had been spurred to their utmost effort by the knowledge of what
awaited them if they returned to their commander with the report that
the prisoner had escaped them by any means but death.
It was now late in the afternoon. Within three or four minutes the
pursuers would have beached the canoe and dashed in pursuit. Jack knew
that he must make the most of his few minutes' start. If he could
evade them for an hour he would be concealed by the darkness. Already,
indeed, it was dim and dusky in the forest shades he had now entered.
There was no path; he could but plunge on where the undergrowth seemed
thinnest, his general direction being as nearly as he could judge at an
obtuse angle with the stream. The Askari would expect him either to
follow the river, or to strike directly inland; at least he hoped that
the diagonal between these two courses would not occur to them. While
daylight lasted his trail would betray him, of course; but even if the
men were trained forest trackers the light would in a few minutes be
too bad for them to pick up his trail.
In a few minutes he heard muffled shouts behind him. The pursuers had
landed. Then all was silent, save for the forest sounds now familiar
to him. He moved as cautiously as the necessity for haste permitted,
aware that the breaking of a twig, a stumble, any unusual sound, might
bring his quick-eared enemy upon his track. But with all his care he
could not avoid accidents. Here a branch of cactus would rip a great
rent in his thin linen coat, with a sound that set the teeth on edge.
There a low-growing creeper would trip him up, so that he fell with a
crash headlong, and rose with his face bleeding from a dozen deep
scratches. But he kept the axe-head always in his grasp; that was his
only defence.
The fall of night found him still pressing resolutely forward; but when
he could no longer see to thread his way in the close tangle of
vegetation he halted, and became aware that he was dripping wet, and
that he had to spend the night, soaked as he was, without shelter in
the primeval forest. It would not have been a pleasant prospect even
to a native inured to forest travel; the negroes indeed are careful not
to be benighted far from their villages. In other circumstances, as
black darkness wrapt him round, Jack might have felt not a few tremors;
from Samba he had learnt something of the perils of night in
densely-wooded places. But he had lately passed through experiences so
trying that the visionary terrors of these gloomy depths had no power
to trouble him. He sought, however, a suitable tree and climbed out of
the reach of prowling beasts, hoping that he would also escape the
attentions of leopards and pythons, which made no account of the lower
branches.
He had never spent a more uncomfortable night. Insects stung him;
caterpillars crawled over him; woodlice worried him. Dozing in spite
of these annoyances, he would wake with a start and the nightmare
feeling that he was falling, falling helplessly through space. His wet
clothes stuck clammily to his skin; he shivered as with ague, his teeth
chattered, his head was racked with pain. Stiff and sore from his
narrow perch and his cramped position he clung on through the night;
and when, after the long darkness, the pale dawn at last stole through
the foliage, and he dropped to the ground, he moved like an old man,
with aching limbs, unrefreshed, feeling the want of food, yet utterly
without appetite.
But he must go on. His enemies had not discovered him; no beast had
attacked him; these were positive gains. He could make no plans; all
that he could do was to follow a course calculated by the sun to take
him in the direction of the river, going up stream. He walked stiffly,
but steadily, during the morning, picking here and there handfuls of
phrynia berries--the only berries of the forest which he knew to be
edible.
About midday he resolved to risk a more direct course to the river, in
the hope that his pursuers, finding no trace of him, had given up the
hunt. But it was easier to decide than to carry out. For all he knew
he might have been wandering in a circle, and the windings of the river
might make every step he took one in the wrong direction. After some
hesitation he turned somewhat to the left and trudged on, so intent
upon his immediate surroundings that his range of vision was restricted
to a few yards.
He noticed that the ground, as he walked, was becoming a little less
thickly covered with undergrowth; but it was with a shock of alarm
that, at a sudden lifting of the eyes, he saw, standing in front of
him, a young straight dusky figure armed with a long rifle. Springing
instinctively behind the nearest tree, he grasped the axe-head ready to
do battle.
But what was this? A voice spoke to him, a voice that he knew, giving
him pleasant salutation, calling him by name.
"Lokolobolo losako[1]!"
He came from behind the tree and went forward, stretching forth his
hands.
"Samba!" he cried joyously.
[1] Salutation addressed to a superior.