jack led us from the beach over the white coral sand straight up to the wood, and after looking about for a while to make sure of his bearings among the huge fallen logs, hit at last upon a faint trail that led straggling through the forest—a trail scarcely worn into the semblance of a path by the bare feet of naked savages. following his guidance, we plunged at once, with some doubtful misgivings, into the deep gloom of the woodland, and found ourselves immediately in a genuine equatorial thicket, where mouldering trunks of palms encumbered the vague path, and great rope-like lianas hung down in loops from the trees overhead, to block our way at every second step [pg 114] through that fatiguing underbrush. the day was warm, even as we travelers who know the world judge warmth in the tropical south pacific; and the moist heat of that basking, swampy lowland, all laden with miasma from the decaying leaves, seemed to oppress us with its deadly effluvia and its enervating softness at every yard we went through the jungle. moreover, we had to carry our arms and ammunition among that tangled brake; and as our rifles kept catching continually in the creepers that drooped in festoons from the branches, while our feet got simultaneously entangled in the roots and trailing stems that straggled underfoot, you can easily imagine for yourself that ours was indeed no pleasant journey. however, we persevered with dogged english perseverance; the sailors tramped on and wiped their foreheads with their sleeves from time to time; while poor jack marched bravely at our head with an indomitable pluck which reflected the highest credit on mr. macglashin's training.
[pg 115] the only one who seemed to make light of the toil was our black boy, nassaline.
we went single file, of course, along the narrow trail, which every here and there divided to right or left in the midst of the brake with most puzzling complexity. at every such division or fork in the track, jack halted for a moment and cast his eye dubiously to one side and the other, at last selecting the trail that seemed best to him. nassaline, too, helped us not a little by his savage instinct for finding his way through trackless jungle. for my own part, i could never have believed any road on earth could possibly be so tortuous; and at last, at the end of the twenty-fifth turn or thereabouts, i ventured to say in a very low voice (for we were stealing along in dead silence), "why, jack, i believe you're leading us round and round in a circle, and you'll bring us out again in the end at the very same bay where we first landed!"
"hush!" jack answered, with one finger on [pg 116] his lip. "we're drawing near the outskirts of the village now. you must be very quiet. i can just see the grass roof of taranaka's temple peeping above the brushwood to the right. in three minutes more we shall be out in the open."
and sure enough he told the truth. almost as he ceased speaking, the noise of savage voices fell full upon my ear from the village in front, and i could hear the natives, in their hideous corroboree, beating hard upon their hollow drums of stretched skin, and shouting in the dance to their drunken comrades.
it was a ghastly noise, but it did our hearts good just then to hear it.
i could almost have clapped my hand upon jack's back and given him three cheers for his gallant guidance when we saw the village plot opening up in front of us, and the naked savages, in their war-paint and feathers, guarding the door of taranaka's temple. but the necessity for caution compelled me to preserve a [pg 117] solemn silence. so we crouched as still as mice behind a clumpy thicket of close-leaved tiro bushes, and peeped out from our ambush through the dense foliage to keep an eye upon the scene till the albatross hove into sight in the harbor.
"my father and my mother must still be there," jack whispered under his breath, but in a deep tone of relief. "the tanaki men are guarding them exactly as they did when martin and i left the island. i almost think i can see miriam's head through the open door. we shall be in time still to deliver them from these bloodthirsty wretches."
"in what direction must we look for the albatross?" i whispered back. "will she come in from the south there?"
"o, no!" jack answered in a very low voice. "that's an island to the right—a little rocky island that guards the harbor. there's deep water close in by the shore that side. martin 'll try to bring her in the northern way, so that [pg 118] the natives mayn't see her till she's close upon the village. it's a difficult channel to the north, all full of reefs and sunken rocks; but i think he understands it, he's swam in it so often. we won't see her at all till she's right in the harbor and just opposite the temple."
we were dying of thirst now, and longing for drink, but could get nothing to quench our drought. "what i would give," i muttered to tom blake, "for a drink of water!"
"if captain want water," nassaline answered, "me soon get him some." and he made a gash with his knife in the stem of a sort of gourd that climbed over the bushes, from which there slowly oozed and trickled out a sort of gummy juice that relieved to some degree our oppressive sensations. all the men began at once cutting and chewing it, with considerable satisfaction. it wasn't as good as a glass of british beer, i will freely admit; but still, it was better than nothing, any way.
by this time it was nearly half-past six, and [pg 119] we watched eagerly to see what action the natives would take as soon as they finished their night-long sing-sing. lying flat on the ground, with our rifles ready at hand, and our heads just raised to look out among the foliage, we kept observing their movements cautiously through the thick brushwood.
at a quarter to seven we saw some bustle and commotion setting in on a sudden in front of the temple; and presently a tall and sinister-looking native, who, jack whispered to me, was the chief of tanaki, came up from the village, where the sing-sing had taken place, and stood by the door of the thatched grass-house. we could distinctly hear him call the missionary to come out in pigeon english; and next moment our unfortunate countryman staggered forth, with his little daughter half fainting in his arms, and stood out in the bare space between the tomb of taranaka and the spot where we were lying.
oh! how i longed to take a shot at that miscreant black fellow.
[pg 120] at sight of his father, worn with fatigue and pale with the terror of that agonizing moment, jack almost cried aloud in his mingled joy and apprehension; but i clapped my hand on his mouth and kept him still for the moment. "not a sound, my boy, not a sound," i whispered low, "till the time comes for firing!"
"shall we give it them hot now?" tom blake inquired low at my ear next moment. but i waved him aside cautiously.
"not yet," i answered, "unless the worst comes to the worst, and we see our people in pressing and immediate danger; we'd better do nothing till the albatross heaves in sight. her gun will frighten them. to fire now would be to expose ourselves and our friends there to unnecessary danger."
"all right, sir," tom murmured low in reply. "you know best, of course. but i must say, it'd do my 'eart good to up an' pepper 'em!"
"come out, white woman!" we heard the chief say next with insolent familiarity; and [pg 121] mrs. macglashin stepped out, a deplorable figure, with her boy's hand twined in hers, and her white lips twitching with horror for her little ones. it made one's blood boil so to see it that we could hardly resist the temptation as we looked to fire at all hazards, and let them know good friends were even now close at hand to help and deliver them.
"whether the albatross heaves in sight or not," i whispered to tom blake, "we must fire at them soon—within five minutes—and sell our lives as dearly as we can. i can't stand this much longer. it's too terrible a strain. come what may, i must give the word and at them!"
"quite right, sir," says tom. "what's the use of delaying?"
and, indeed, i began to be terribly afraid by this time there was something very wrong indeed somewhere. could martin have missed his way among those difficult shoals, and run our trusty vessel helplessly on the rocks and [pg 122] reefs? it looked very like it. they were certainly overdue; for even at the present crippled rate of speed, the good old albatross had had plenty of time, i judged, to round the point and get back safe again into the deep water of the harbor. if she failed in this our hour of need, the natives would surround us and cut us to pieces in a mass, for our best reliance was in our solid brass thirty-pounder. i began to tremble in my shoes for some time for the possible upshot. over and over again i glanced eagerly towards the point for that longed-for white nose of hers to appear round the corner.
at last, unable to restrain my curiosity any longer, i rose to my feet and peered across the bushes. as i did so, i saw the savages seize macglashin in their arms, and range the four poor fugitives in a line together. my blood curdled. the chief and the ten savages with the sniders stood in a row, half fronting us where we lay. macglashin and his wife were fortunately out of line of fire for our rifles. [pg 123] "now, we can delay no longer," i cried. "he means murder. the moment the black fellow gives the word of command, fire at once upon him and his men, boys. take steady aim. no matter what comes. let the poor souls have a run for their lives, any way."
as i spoke, the chief uttered in kanaka the native words for "one, two, three," with loud drunken laughter.
at the sound of the chief's voice, the savages loosed the four wretched europeans. at the very same sound we all fired simultaneously—and six of the black monsters fell writhing on the ground, while the chief and the four others, taken completely by surprise, dropped their rifles in their supreme astonishment.
"forward, boys, and secure them!" i cried, dashing out into the open, and waving my hat to the astounded missionary. "here we are, sir. run this way! we're friends. we've come to your rescue. catch the chief at once, lads; and hooray for the albatross!"
[pg 124] for just as i spoke, to my joy and relief, her good white nose showed at last round the point; and next instant, the boom! boom! of her jolly brass thirty-pounder, fired in the very nick of time, completed the discomfiture of the astonished savages.
before they knew where they were, they found themselves hemmed in between a raking cross-fire from our sniders on one side, and the heavy gun of the albatross on the other. the tables were now completely turned. we charged at them, running. macglashin, seizing the situation at a glance, caught up one of the rifles belonging to the wounded men, which had been flung upon the ground, and, hardly yet realizing his miraculous escape, joined our little party as an armed recruit with surprising alacrity. for the next ten minutes there was a terrible scene of noise and confusion. the blacks advanced upon us, swarming up from the village like bees or wasps, and it was only by a hand-to-hand fight with our bayonets—for [pg 125] we had fortunately brought them in case of close quarters—that we kept our dusky enemy at bay. at last, however, after a smart hand-to-hand contest, we secured the chief, and tied him safely with the rope he had loosed from macglashin. then we seized the remaining sniders that lay upon the ground, while the men of the village, drunk and stupefied, began to fall back a little and molest us from a distance.
"now, put the lady and children in the center, boys," i cried, at the top of my voice, "and let the chief march along with us as a hostage. down to the shore, while the albatross boat puts out to save us!" then i turned to the savages, and called out in english, "if any one of you dares to fire at us, i give you fair warning, we shoot your chief! hold off there, all of you!"
to my great delight, nassaline, standing forward as i spoke, translated my words to them into their own tongue, and waving them back [pg 126] with his hands made a little alley for us through the midst to regain the shore by. smart boy, nassaline!
after a moment, however, the natives once more began to crowd round us, as we started to march, in very threatening attitudes, with their sniders and hatchets. at one time i almost thought they would overpower us; but just then jim, who was watching the proceedings with his glass from the deck of the albatross, and saw exactly how matters stood, created a judicious diversion at the exact right moment by firing a little grape-shot plump into the heart of the grass huts of the village, and bowling over a roof or two before the very eyes of the astonished savages. they fell back at once, and began to make signs of desiring a parley. so we halted on the spot, with the lady and children still carefully guarded, and held up our handkerchiefs in sign of truce. then nassaline, aided by our sailor who understood the kanaka language, began to palaver with them. [pg 127] he told them in plain and simple terms we must first be allowed to take the lady and children in safety to the albatross, and that we would afterwards come back to treat at greater length with their head men as to the chief's safety. to this, after some demur, the black fellows assented; and we beckoned to jim accordingly by a preconcerted sign to send the boat ashore to us, to fetch off the fugitives. at the same time we retreated in military order, in a small hollow square, to the beach, still taking good care to protect in the midst our terrified non-combatants.
as for the chief, he marched before us, with his hands tied, and his feet free, led by a rope, the ends of which i held myself, with the aid of two of my sailors. a more ridiculously crestfallen or disappointed creature than that drunken and conquered savage at that particular moment it has never yet been my fate to light upon.
we reached the beach in safety, and sent mrs. macglashin and the children aboard, with [pg 128] jack to accompany them. then we turned to parley with the discomfited savages. jim kept the thirty-pounder well pointed in their direction, with ostentatious precision, and we made them hold off along the beach at a convenient distance, where he could rake them in security, while we ourselves retained the chief in our hands, with a pistol at his head, as a gentle reminder that we meant to stand no nonsense.
after a few minutes' parley, conducted chiefly by our kanaka-speaking sailor, with an occasional explanation put in by our assistant-interpreter, nassaline, we arrived at an understanding, in accordance with which we were to return them their chief for the time being, on consideration of their bringing us down to the beach all the macglashins' goods, and making restitution for the sack of the mission-house in dried cocoa-nut, the sole wealth of the island. those were the terms for the immediate present, as a mere personal matter: for the rest, we gave the chief clearly to understand that [pg 129] we intended to sail straight away with all our guests for fiji, there to lay our complaint of his conduct before the british high commissioner in the south pacific. we would then charge him with murder and attempted cannibalism, and with stirring up his people to massacre the other missionary, and the trader freeman. we would endeavor to get a gunboat sent to the spot, to make official inquiry into the nature of the disturbances, and to demand satisfaction on the part of the relations of the murdered men. finally, we would also lay before the commissioner the conduct of the french labor-vessel, and her kidnaping skipper, who had instigated the savages to their dastardly attack, and whom i was strongly inclined to identify with the captain from whose grip we had rescued our friend nassaline. we gave the chief to understand, therefore, that he must by no means consider himself as scot free, merely because we let him go unhurt till trial could be instituted by the proper authorities. [pg 130] he must answer hereafter for his high crimes and misdemeanors to the queen's representative.
to all of which the penitent savage merely answered with a sigh:
"me make mistake. kill missionary by accident. man a oui-oui tell me queenie england no care for scotchman, an' me too much believe him. now captain tell me queenie send gunboat for eat me up, and kill all my people. no listen any more to man a oui-oui."
and then we put off in triumph to the albatross. the family meeting that ensued on board when macglashin stood once more upon a british deck with his wife and children, i won't attempt—rough sailor as i am—to describe: i don't believe even the special correspondent of a morning paper could do full justice to it. to see those two lads, too, catch their pretty little sister once more in their arms, and cover her with kisses, while she clung to their necks and cried and laughed alternately, was a sight to do a man's heart good for another [pg 131] twelvemonth. and as we sat that same evening round the cabin-table (where our malay cook had performed wonders of culinary art for the occasion), and drank healths all round to everybody concerned in this remarkable rescue, the toast that was received with the profoundest acclamations from every soul on board, was that of the two brave boys whose courage and skill had guided us at last, as if by a miracle, to the recovery of all that was nearest and dearest to them.
indeed, if martin and jack don't get the victoria cross when we return to england, i shall have even a lower opinion than ever before of her majesty's confidential political advisers of all creeds or parties.
