the outlaw’s friends. threatened danger curiously averted.
as might be supposed, the unexpected appearance of the outlaw, as well as his sudden departure, tended somewhat to interfere with the sleep which he had wished the travellers at parting, and the night was far advanced before they grew tired of wondering who he could be, speculating as to where he came from, and commenting on his personal appearance. in short, at the close of their discourse, they came to the conclusion which was well embodied in the remark of ebony, when he said, “it’s my opinion, founded on obsarvashun, dat if we was to talk an tink de whole night long we would come no nearer de troot, so i’ll turn in.”
he did turn in accordingly, and, after exhausting the regions of conjecture, the powers of speculation, and the realms of fancy, mark and hockins followed his example.
one consequence of their mental dissipation was that they slept rather beyond the hour of day-break, and the first thing that recalled the two white men to consciousness was the voice of their black comrade exclaiming:—
“ho! hi! hallo! i smells a smell!”
they lifted their three heads simultaneously and beheld the outlaw sitting calmly beside the fire roasting steaks.
for the first time the mysterious stranger smiled—and it was a peculiarly sweet half-grave sort of attractive smile, as far removed from the fiendish grin of the stage bandit as night is from day.
“i knew you would be hungry, and guessed you would be sleepy,” he said, in a deep musical voice, “so i have prepared breakfast. are you ready?”
“ready!” repeated hockins, rising with a mighty yawn, and stretching himself, as was his wont; “i just think we are. leastwise i am. good luck to ’ee mister outlaw, what have ’ee got there?”
“beef, marrow-bones, and rice,” replied the man. “you may call me samuel if you like. it was my father’s first name, but i’m best known among my friends as ravoninohitriniony.”
“well, that is a jaw-breaker!” exclaimed hockins, with a laugh, as they all sat down to breakfast. “ra-vo—what did ’ee say?”
“better not try it till arter breakfast,” suggested ebony.
“couldn’t we shorten it a bit?” said mark, beginning to consult a marrow-bone. “what say you to the first half—ravonino?”
“as you please,” replied the outlaw, who was already too much absorbed with steaks to look up.
“not a bad notion,” said hockins. “sam’l ravonino—i’ve heerd wuss; anyhow it’s better than the entire complication—eh, ebony?”
“mush better,” assented the negro; “dere’s no use wotsomediver for de hitri—hitri-folderol-ony bit of it. now, ’ockins, fair play wid de marrow-bones. hand me anoder.”
“is it far, mr ravonino,” asked mark, “from here to the capital—to antananarivo?”
“you cleared ’im that time, doctor!” murmured hockins, wiping his mouth with a bunch of grass which he carried as a substitute for a pocket-handkerchief.
“yes, it is a long way,” said the outlaw; “many days’ journey over mountain and plain.”
“and are you going to guide us all the way there?”
“no, not all the way. you forget i am an outlaw. it would cost me my life if i were to appear in antananarivo.”
mark was on the point of asking why, but, remembering the rebuff of the previous night, forbore to put questions relative to his new friend’s personal affairs. indeed he soon found that it was useless to do so, for whenever he approached the subject ravonino became so abstracted and deaf that no reply could be drawn from him. as if to compensate for this, however, the man was exceedingly communicative in regard to all other subjects, and there was a quiet urbanity in his manner which rendered his conversation exceedingly attractive. moreover, to the surprise of mark, this mysterious stranger gave evidence of a considerable amount of education. he also gratified hockins by his evident delight in the flageolet, and his appreciation of nautical stories and “lingo,” while he quite won the heart of ebony by treating him with the same deference which he accorded to his companions. in short each of our travellers congratulated himself not a little on this pleasant acquisition to the party—the only drawback to their satisfaction being their inability to reconcile the existence of such good qualities with the condition of an outlaw!
“however,” remarked hockins, after a long talk with his comrades on this subject when ravonino was absent, “it’s none of our business what he’s bin an’ done to other people. what we’ve got to do with is the way he behaves to us, d’ee see?”
“he’s a trump,” said ebony, with a nod of decision.
“i agree with you,” said mark; “and i only wish he was a little more communicative about himself. however, we must take him as we find him, and try to win his confidence.”
during the whole of that first day their guide conducted them through such intricate and evidently unfrequented parts of the forest that their advance was comparatively slow and toilsome, but, being young and strong and well-fed, they did not mind that. in fact mark breezy enjoyed it, for the wilder and more tangled the scenery was through which they forced their way, the more did it accord with the feelings of romance which filled him, and the thought, too, of being guided through the woods by an outlaw tended rather to increase his satisfaction.
“are all the roads in your island as bad as these?” he asked, after plumping up to the knees in a quagmire, out of which he scrambled with difficulty.
“no, many of them are worse and some better,” answered the guide; “but i keep away from them, because the queen’s soldiers and spies are hunting about the land just now.”
“oho!” thought mark, “i begin to see; you are a rebel.” then, aloud, “your country, then, is governed by a queen?”
“misgoverned,” returned ravonino in a tone of bitterness, which, however, he evidently tried to restrain.
fearing to tread again on forbidden ground, mark forbore to put questions about the guide’s objections to his queen, but simply asked her name, and if she had reigned long.
“her name,” said ravonino, “is ranavalona. she has reigned for twenty-seven years—twenty-seven long and weary years! i was a little boy when she usurped the throne. now my sun has reached its meridian, yet she is still there, a blight upon the land. but god knows what is best. he cannot err.”
this was the first reference that ravonino had made to the creator, and mark was about to push his inquiries further, when a confused sound of voices was heard not far in advance of them.
ravonino, who had been walking with an easy nonchalant air ahead of the party, on a very narrow footpath, suddenly stopped to listen with a look of anxiety. a moment later and he entered the bush that fringed the path and overhung it.
“come,” he said in a low voice, “follow me, close!”
without a word of explanation he strode into the dense undergrowth, through which he went with the agility of a panther and the sinuosity of a serpent. the others, being, as we have said, very active and strong, kept close at his heels, though not without difficulty. coming at last to a place where the shrubbery was so intertwined that it was impossible to see more than a yard or two in advance, they suddenly found themselves stopped by a sheer precipice. only for a few seconds, however, was their progress arrested, while their guide turned to explain.
“there is another and an easier way to the place i am making for, but it is much longer and more exposed. i take for granted that you have strong arms and steady heads, but if not, speak out, for i would not lead you into danger.”
“lead on,” said mark, promptly, “wherever you go, we will follow.”
with something like an amused twinkle of the eye, ravonino began to climb up the face of the precipice, holding on to roots and rope-like creepers like a monkey.
“if this here sort o’ cordage was only a bit more taut i wouldn’t mind it so much,” growled hockins, as he lost his footing at one place, and swung off the face of the precipice,—holding on to a stout creeper, however, with seaman-like grip and coolness. he quickly caught hold of another creeper, and drew himself again into comparative safety. a minute later and they all stood on a ledge, high up on the face of the cliff, and close to what appeared to be the mouth of a cavern.
“look there,” said their guide, pushing aside the bushes which overhung the cliff in all directions.
they looked, and through the opening beheld a band of men moving in single file along the track they had just left. they were most of them nearly naked, with only short calico breeches which did not quite reach to their knees, but all had muskets on their shoulders and cross-belts on their dark bodies, one of which belts sustained apparently a cartridge-box, the other a bayonet. their own thick hair was all the cap they wore, excepting two or three men of superior rank, who wore cloths wrapped in turban fashion on their heads, and a voluminous plaid-like garment on their shoulders. these carried swords instead of muskets.
“the soldiers of the queen,” said ravonino, in answer to mark breezy’s look. “they are out hunting.”
“what do they hunt for?” asked mark.
“men and women.”
“by which i suppose you mean rebels.”
“no, they are not rebels; they are the queen’s most loyal subjects!”
“but loyal subjects do not usually fly from their rulers,” objected mark.
“true, but loyal subjects sometimes fly from tyranny,” returned the guide. “come, i will introduce you to some fugitives from tyranny.”
he turned as he spoke and led the way into the cave before mentioned. profound darkness did not prevent his advancing with a firm unhesitating step. as he led mark by the hand, hockins and ebony held on to him and to each other, and had no difficulty in following. presently they came to a wooden obstruction which proved to be a door. voices in conversation were heard on the other side of it. a knock from the guide produced sudden silence. another knock drew from those within an exclamation of surprise, and next moment the heavy door swung open on creaking hinges.
“yes, it is ravoninohitriniony! i knew his knock. he is come!” exclaimed a girlish voice, as a pair of arms were seen dimly to encircle the guide’s neck.
of course the girl spoke in the native tongue, which was quite incomprehensible to our travellers, but if we are to enlighten our readers we must needs translate as we go along.
“my sister, ra-ruth,” said the guide, presenting her to his new friends. “she was a lady in the palace of the queen once. now she is an outlaw, like myself—has fled from tyranny, and, perhaps, death. all in this cave are in the same case—fugitives from our tyrant queen.”
they reached the interior of the place as he spoke, and ravonino, pointing to a bundle of dried ferns, bade his companions rest there until he had explained some private matters to the people.
nothing loth—for they were all somewhat fatigued by their recent exertions—our travellers flung themselves on what proved to be a luxurious couch, and observed what went on around them.
truly it was a strange scene, romantic enough even to satisfy the longings of mark breezy!
the cavern itself was a curious one, being in the form of a vast hall, with three smaller chambers opening out of it. the central hall seemed to have no roof, for although brightly lighted by several torches fixed to its rugged walls the upper part was lost in profound obscurity.
this strange abode was peopled by a considerable number of men and women—natives of the island—who from the variety in their costume, features, and complexion, evidently belonged to different tribes. some were strong, tall, and rather harsh-featured, others were more slender in build and with refined countenances. a few were almost black, others of a light olive colour, and several made that approach to whiteness of skin which in england is known as brunette. all were more or less characterised by that quiet gentleness and gravity of demeanour which one is accustomed to associate with humbly borne misfortune.
it was evident from the appearance of the large chamber that its inhabitants were associated in groups or families, spaces being marked off by an arrangement of logs and household goods, etcetera, as if to indicate the habitation of each group, and, from certain indications in the smaller chambers, it was equally evident that these had been apportioned as the sleeping-places of the females. a larger space at the end of the cave, opposite to that on which mark and his comrades reclined, seemed to be a general meeting-place.
to this spot it was that ravonino went, leading his little sister ra-ruth by the hand, and followed by all the inmates of the place, who were eager to know what news he had brought. that the news was the reverse of good soon became evident, from the bowed heads and frequent sighs with which it was received.
of course our travellers could make no use of their ears, but they made the best use of their eyes, and were deeply interested in the expressions and actions of the various members of the group who successively spoke after the guide had told his story. poor little ra-ruth, whose age might have been about seventeen, was not one of the speakers. she was evidently a timid as well as a pretty little creature, for she clung to and nestled against her stout brother’s arm while he was speaking, and hid her face now and then in the masses of her luxuriant brown hair.
close to her sat a young woman whose appearance and manner formed a striking contrast. she was much darker in complexion, but her features were of classical beauty and her air calm and self-possessed. when she had occasion to speak, she arose, displaying a tall elegantly-formed figure, which moved with queen-like dignity while she gesticulated with graceful animation, and frequently pointed upwards as if appealing to. god. when she was speaking ra-ruth’s timidity seemed to vanish, for she shook back her hair, and fixed her eyes on the other’s face with a gaze that told of ardent love as well as admiration.
the next who spoke was a young man, who in face and figure so strongly resembled the last speaker, that it was impossible to resist the conclusion that they were brother and sister. there was the same tall commanding figure, of course on a larger scale, the same noble cast of feature and the same dignified mien. but in the man, more than in the woman, there was an air of gentle modesty which contrasted well with his powerful frame. he did not gesticulate much in speaking, and, judging from the brevity of his speech, he had not much to say, but what he said was listened to with profound respect by all.
after this youth, several others took part in the debate. then they all stood up, and, to the surprise of their visitors, began to sing—very sweetly—an old familiar hymn!
“it minds me o’ home,” whispered hockins, scarce able to restrain the tears that filled his eyes.
the hymn was nearly finished, when a rushing sound and a subdued cry were heard to issue from a dark passage, the mouth of which was close to the couch of our travellers. the singing ceased instantly. next moment a man rushed into the chamber with labouring breath and flashing eyes. springing towards ravonino, he spoke several words eagerly, at the same time pointing in the direction of the passage just referred to.
“lights out and silence!” cried the guide, authoritatively, in the native tongue.
another moment and the cave was in total darkness, and a silence so profound reigned there that the three visitors could hardly persuade themselves the whole affair was not a strange dream. the voice of ravonino, however, soon dispelled that idea.
“be still!” whispered the guide, laying his hand on mark’s shoulder. “our foes have discovered our retreat.”
“there’s a lot of stout fellows here,” returned mark, also in a whisper. “we will help you if you have to fight.”
“we may not fight,” replied ravonino softly. “if it be god’s will, we must die. hush! they come.”
once more total silence prevailed in the cavern, and the sound of distant voices could be heard. in a few minutes a tiny light was seen at the end of the dark passage. it gradually increased in size, revealing a soldier who bore a torch. he advanced on tip-toe, and with slightly scared looks, into an outer cavern which formed a sort of vestibule to the large inner cave.
the soldier was brave, no doubt, and would have faced an army in the field, but he was extremely superstitious, and advanced with a palpitating heart, the torch held high above his head, and eyes glancing nervously from side to side. a crowd of comrades, similarly affected more or less, followed the torch-bearer and pushed him on.
“nothing here,” said the leading man, of course in malagasy.
“let us be gone, then,” said one of his comrades.
“no,” observed a third, who seemed bolder than the rest, “perhaps there is another cave beyond,” (pointing to the dark passage, through which, though unseen, mark and his companions with the guide were gazing anxiously at their foes). “give me the torch.”
the soldier seized the light and advanced quickly towards the opening. another minute and all must have been revealed. a feeling of despair took possession of ravonino’s breast and he gave vent to an involuntary sigh.
the sound reached the ear of the soldier with the torch and for a moment arrested him, but, thinking probably that the sound was in his imagination, he again advanced. the case was now desperate. just then a gleam of light flashed into the mind of hockins. next moment, to the consternation of his comrades and the guide, a strain of the sweetest music floated softly in the air!
the soldiers stood still—spell-bound. it was not an unfamiliar air, for they had often heard the hated christians sing it, but the sweet, liquid—we might almost say tiny—tones in which it was conveyed, were such as had never before reached their ears or even entered their imaginations. it was evident from their countenances that the soldiers were awe-stricken. the seaman noted this. he played only a few bars, and allowed the last notes of his flageolet to grow faint until they died away into absolute silence.
for a minute or two the soldiers stood rooted to the spot, gazing up into the roof of the cave as if expecting a renewal of the sounds. then they looked solemnly at each other. without uttering a word they turned slowly round, retreated on tip-toe as they came, and finally disappeared.
we need hardly say that the astonishment of the people in the cave at the mode of their deliverance from the threatened danger was intense.
when the torches were relighted the men and women assembled round ravonino with looks little less solemn than those of the soldiers who had just taken their departure.
“surely,” said the handsome young man whom we have already introduced, “surely god has wrought a miracle and sent an angel’s voice for our deliverance.”
“not so, laihova,” replied ravonino, with a slight smile. “we are too apt to count everything that we fail to understand a miracle. god has indeed sent the deliverance, but through a natural channel.”
“yet we see not the channel, ravoninohitriniony,” said laihova’s queen-like sister, ramatoa.
“true, ramatoa. nevertheless i can show it to you. come, hockins,” he added in english, “clear up the mystery to them.”
thus bidden, our seaman at once drew forth the little instrument and began to play the hymn they had just been singing, with the air of which, as we have said, he chanced to be well acquainted.
it would be hard to say whether surprise or pleasure predominated in the breasts of his audience. at last the latter feeling prevailed, and the whole assembly joined in singing the last verse of the hymn, which appropriately terminated in “praise ye the lord.”
“but our retreat is no longer safe,” said ravonino, when the last echo of their thanksgiving had died away. “we must change our abode—and that without delay. get ready. by the first light of morning i will lead you to a new home. these soldiers will not return, but they will tell what they have seen, and others less timorous will come here to search for us.”
immediately the people set about collecting together and packing up what may be termed their household goods, leaving the guide and their visitors to enjoy supper and conversation in their own corner of the cave.
