when the captain had gone out again into the open air, he was followed by the rest of the party, for, if there were no danger, they all wanted to see what was to be seen. what they saw was a party of six black men on the plateau, maka in the lead. there could be no doubt that the newcomers were the remainder of the party of africans who had been enslaved by the rackbirds, and the desire of the captain and his companions to know how they had got away, and what news they brought, was most intense.
maka now hurried forward, leading one of the strangers. "great things they tell," said he. "this cheditafa. he speak english good as me. he tell you."
"the first thing i want," cried the captain, "is some news of those rackbirds. have they found we are here? will they be coming after these men, or have they gone off somewhere else? tell me this, and be quick."
"oh, yes," cried maka, "they found out we here. but cheditafa tell you—he tell you everything. great things!"
"very well, then," said the captain. "let him begin and be quick about it."
the appearance of cheditafa was quite as miserable as that of poor mok, but his countenance was much more intelligent, and his english, although very much broken, was better even than maka's, and he was able to make himself perfectly understood. he spoke briefly, and this is the substance of his story:
about the middle of the afternoon of the day before, a wonderful thing happened. the rackbirds had had their dinner, which they had cooked themselves, and they were all lying down in their huts or in the shadows of the rocks, either asleep, or smoking and telling stories. cheditafa knew why they were resting. the rackbirds had no idea that he understood english, for he had been careful to keep this fact from them after he found out what sort of men they were,—and this knowledge had come very soon to him,—and they spoke freely before him. he had heard some of the men who had been out looking for mok, and who had come back early that morning, tell about some shipwrecked people in a cave up the coast, and had heard all the plans which had been made for the attack upon them during the night. he also knew why he and his fellows had been cooped up in the cave in the rock in which they lived, all that day, and had not been allowed to come down and do any work.
they were lying huddled in their little cave, feeling very hungry and miserable, and whispering together,—for if they spoke out or made any noise, one of the men below would be likely to fire a load of shot at them,—when suddenly a strange thing happened.
they heard a great roar like a thousand bulls, which came from the higher part of the ravine, and peeping out, they saw what seemed like a wall of rock stretching across the little valley. but in a second they saw it was not rock—it was water, and before they could take two breaths it had reached them. then it passed on, and they saw only the surface of a furious and raging stream, the waves curling and dashing over each other, and reaching almost up to the floor of their cave.
they were so frightened that they pressed back as far as they could get, and even tried to climb up the sides of the rocky cavity, so fearful were they that the water would dash in upon them. but the raging flood roared and surged outside, and none of it came into their cave. then the sound of it became not quite so loud, and grew less and less. but still cheditafa and his companions were so frightened and so startled by this awful thing, happening so suddenly, as if it had been magic, that it was some time—he did not know how long—before they lifted their faces from the rocks against which they were pressing them.
then cheditafa crept forward and looked out. the great waves and the roaring water were gone. there was no water to be seen, except the brook which always ran at the bottom of the ravine, and which now seemed not very much bigger than it had been that morning.
but the little brook was all there was in the ravine, except the bare rocks, wet and glistening. there were no huts, no rackbirds, nothing. even the vines and bushes which had been growing up the sides of the stream were all gone. not a weed, not a stick, not a clod of earth, was left—nothing but a great, rocky ravine, washed bare and clean.
edna markham stepped suddenly forward and seized the captain by the arm.
"it was the lake," she cried. "the lake swept down that ravine!"
"yes," said the captain, "it must have been. but listen—let us hear more. go on," he said to cheditafa, who proceeded to tell how he and his companions looked out for a long time, but they saw nor heard nothing of any living creature. it would be easy enough for anybody to come back up the ravine, but nobody came.
they had now grown so hungry that they could have almost eaten each other. they felt they must get out of the cave and go to look for food. it would be better to be shot than to sit there and starve.
then they devised a plan by which they could get down. the smallest man got out of the cave and let himself hang, holding to the outer edge of the floor with his hands. then another man put his feet over the edge of the rock, and let the hanging man take hold of them. the other two each seized an arm of the second man, and lowered the two down as far as they could reach. when they had done this, the bottom man dropped, and did not hurt himself. then they had to pull up the second man, for the fall would have been too great for him.
after that they had to wait a long time, while the man who had got out went to look for something by which the others could help themselves down—the ladder they had used having been carried away with everything else. after going a good way down the ravine to a place where it grew much wider, with the walls lower, he found things that had been thrown up on the sides, and among these was the trunk of a young tree, which, after a great deal of hard work, he brought back to the cave, and by the help of this they all scrambled down.
they hurried down the ravine, and as they approached the lower part, where it became wider before opening into the little bay into which the stream ran, they found that the flood, as it had grown shallower and spread itself out, had left here and there various things which it had brought down from the camp—bits of the huts, articles of clothing, and after a while they came to a rackbird, quite dead, and hanging upon a point of projecting rock. farther on they found two or three more bodies stranded, and later in the day some rackbirds who had been washed out to sea came back with the tide, and were found upon the beach. it was impossible, cheditafa said, for any of them to have escaped from that raging torrent, which hurled them against the rocks as it carried them down to the sea.
but the little party of hungry africans did not stop to examine anything which had been left. what they wanted was something to eat, and they knew where to get it. about a quarter of a mile back from the beach was the storehouse of the rackbirds, a sort of cellar which they had made in a sand-hill. as the africans had carried the stores over from the vessel which had brought them, and had afterwards taken to the camp such supplies as were needed from time to time, of course they knew where to find them, and they lost no time in making a hearty meal.
according to cheditafa's earnest assertions, they had never eaten as they had eaten then. he believed that the reason they had been left without food was that the rackbirds were too proud to wait on black men, and had concluded to let them suffer until they had returned from their expedition, and the negroes could be let down to attend to their own wants.
after they had eaten, the africans went to a spot which commanded a view up the ravine, as well as the whole of the bay, and there they hid themselves, and watched as long as it was daylight, so that if any of the rackbirds had escaped they could see them. but they saw nothing, and being very anxious to find good white people who would take care of them, they started out before dawn that morning to look for the shipwrecked party about whom cheditafa had heard the rackbirds talking, and with whom they hoped to find their companion mok, and thus it was that they were here.
"and those men were coming to attack us last night?" asked the captain.
"you are sure of that?"
"yes," said cheditafa, "it was last night. they not know how many you are, and all were coming."
"and some of them had already been here?"
"yes," replied the african. "one day before, three went out to look for mok, and they found his track and more track, and they waited in the black darkness, and then came here, and they heard you all sleep and snore that night. they were to come again, and if they—"
"and yesterday afternoon the lake came down and swept them out of existence!" exclaimed mrs. cliff.
