Trapped by Malays, A Tale of Bayonet and Kris, by George Manville Fenn.

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This is good lively yarn by the master of suspense.  There is continuous
action throughout the book, and you are kept on your toes wondering how
we are going to get through the latest apparent disaster.  Sometimes
just a little reminiscent of The Middy and the Ensign, set in a similar
location, with similar personnel, but different enough to escape too
much criticism.  Makes a good audiobook.

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TRAPPED BY MALAYS, A TALE OF BAYONET AND KRIS, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.



CHAPTER ONE.

"TWO BAD BOYS"--SERGEANT RIPSY.

"Oh, bother!"  The utterer of these two impatient words threw down a
sheet of notepaper from which he had been reading, carefully smoothed
out the folds to make it flat, and then, balancing it upon one finger as
he sat back in a cane chair with his heels upon the table, gave the
paper a flip with his nail and sent it skimming out of the window of his
military quarters at Campong Dang, the station on the Ruah River, far up
the west coast of the Malay Peninsula.

"What does the old chap want now?  Another wigging, I suppose.  What
have I been doing to make him write a note like that?--Note?" he
continued, after a pause.  "I ought to have said despatch.  Hang his
formality!  Here, what did he say?  How did he begin?"  And he reached
out his hand towards the table as if for the note.  "There's a fool!
Now, why did I send it skimming out of the window like that?  It's too
hot to get up and go out to the front to find it, and it's no use to
shout, `_Qui-hi_,' for everybody will be asleep.  Now, what did he say?
My memory feels all soaked.  Now, what was it?  Major John Knowle
requests the presence of Mr Archibald Maine--Mr Archibald Maine--
Archibald!  What were the old people dreaming about?  I don't know.  It
always sets me thinking of old Morley--bald, with the top of his head as
shiny as a billiard-ball.  Good old chap, though, even if he does bully
one--requests the presence of Mr Archibald Maine at his quarters at--at
seven o'clock this evening punctually.  No.  What's o'clock?  I think it
was six.  Couldn't be seven, because that's dinner-time, and he wouldn't
ask me then.  It must be six.  Here, I must get that note again, but I
feel so pumped out and languid that I am blessed if I am going to get up
and go hunting for that piece of paper.  Phee-ew!  It's hotter than
ever.  I should just like to go down to the river-side, take off all my
clothes under the trees, and sit there right up to my chin, with the
beautiful, clear, cool water gurgling round my neck.  Lovely!  Yes--till
there came floating along a couple of those knobs that look like big
marbles--only all the time they are what old Morley calls ocular
prominences over the beastly leering eyes of one of those crocodiles on
the lookout for grub.  Ugh!  The beasts!  Now, what could crocodiles be
made for?--Oh, here's somebody coming."

For all at once, faintly heard, the fag-end of the "British Grenadiers,"
whistled very much out of tune, came floating in at the window.

"Peter Pegg, by all that's lucky!"

The footsteps of some one evidently heavily laden came nearer and
nearer, till, just as they were about to pass the young officer's
quarters, the occupier screwed-up his lips and gave vent to a low, clear
note and its apparent echo, which sounded like the cry of some
night-bird.

The next moment there was the sound as of a couple of iron buckets being
set down upon the ground, followed by the _clang, clang_ of the handles;
a dark shadow crossed the window, and a voice exclaimed:

"You call, sir?"

"That you, Pete?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are you doing?"

"Fatigue-work, sir.  Got to take these 'ere buckets round to cook's
quarters."

"Can you see a letter lying out there anywhere?"

"For the mail, sir?"

"Mail!  No, stupid!  A piece of notepaper."

"With writing on it, sir?"

"Of course."

"No, sir.--Oh yes, here it is, stuck in the flowers."

"Well, bring it to me."

"Can't, sir, without treading on the beds."

"Then bring it round to the door."

There was a few moments' intense silence, during which, in the tropic
heat, it seemed as if Nature was plunged in her deepest sleep.  Then
came a renewal of the footsteps, a sharp tap upon the door, a loud "Come
in!" and a very closely cropped and shaven, sun-browned face appeared,
its owner clad in clean, white military flannel, drawing himself up
stiffly as he held out the missive he was bearing.

"Letter, sir."

"Well, bring it here.  My arms are not telescopes."

"_Pouf_!  No, sir.  Here you are, sir."  And as the letter was taken the
bearer's droll-looking, good-humoured face gradually expanded into a
broad grin, and then seemed to shut up sharply as the young officer
raised his eyes.

"Here, Pete, what were you grinning at?  At me?"

"No, sir.  That I warn't, sir.  I never grin at you.  I only do that at
the Sergeant when he aren't looking."

"You were certainly grinning, Pete."

"No, sir; only felt comfy-like."

"Oh, that's right," said the young officer; and then to himself, "It is
seven o'clock, and it is to get up his appetite, I suppose.  Sharpen it
on me.--Well, Pete, what have you been up to now?"

"I d'know, sir."

"Nonsense!  You must know."

"S'elp me, sir, I don't.  The patient one has got his knife into me as
usual.  I expected it was to be pack-drill, but I come off with a two
bucket job--water for the cook."

"Now, look here, Pete; tell the truth for once in a way.  The Sergeant
wouldn't have come down upon you for nothing."

"What, sir!  Oh, I say, Mr Archie, you can go it!  Old tipsy Job not
come down upon a fellow for nothing!  Why, I have heerd him go on at you
about your drill--"

"That will do, Pegg.  Don't you forget yourself sir."

"Beg pardon, sir.  I won't, sir; but there have been times when--"

"That will do."

"Yes, sir; of course, sir--when I have thought to myself if I had been a
officer and a gentleman like you--"

"I said that would do, Pegg."

"Yes, sir; I heerd you, sir--I'd have punched his fat head, sir."

"Look here, Peter Pegg; I see you have been having your hair cut again."

"Yes, sir.  It's so mortal hot, sir.  I told Bob Ennery, sir, to cut it
to the bone;" and the young fellow smiled very broadly as he passed both
hands over the close crop, with an action that suggested the rubbing on
of soap.

"Then look here; next time you have it done I should advise you to have
a bit taken off the tip of your tongue.  It's too long, Pete; and if I
were as strict an officer as the Major says I ought to be, I should
report you for want of respect."

"Not you, sir!"

"What!"

"Because you knows, sir, as I feels more respect for you than I do for
the whole regiment put together.  I talks a bit, and I never come anigh
you, sir, without feeling slack."

"Feeling slack?"

"Yes, sir.  Unbuttoned-like, and as if I was smiling all over."

"What! at your officer?"

"No, sir; not at you, sir.  I can't tell you why; only I don't feel
soldier-like--drilled up and stiff as if I had been starched by one of
my comrades' wives."

"Well, you are a rum fellow, Pete."

"Yes, sir," said the man sadly.  "That's what our chaps say; and Patient
Job says I am a disgrace to the regiment, that I know nothing, and that
I shall never make a soldier.  But I don't care.  Still, I do know one
thing: I like you, sir; and if it hadn't been for seeing you always
getting into trouble--"

"Peter Pegg!"

"Yes, sir.  But I can't stop saying it, sir.  If it hadn't been for you,
and seeing you always getting into trouble too--"

"Pegg!"

"Yes, sir--I should have pegged out."

"What! deserted?"

"Yes, sir.  Sounds bad, don't it?"

"Disgraceful!"

"Yes, Mr Maine, sir; but ain't it disgraceful for a sergeant to be
allowed to hit a poor fellow a whack with that cane of his just because
he's a bit out in his drill?"

"Drop it, Pete."

"And 'im obliged to stand up stiff, and dursen't say a word?"

"Didn't you hear me say, `Drop it'?"

"Yes, sir--and one's blood b'iling all the while!"

"Look here; you have been having it again, then, Pete?"

"Again, sir!  Why, I am always a-having of it."

"What was it, now?"

"I telled you, sir: nothing."

"That was a lie, Pete.  Now, wasn't it?"

"Not a lie, sir.  Only a little cracker."

"Well, out with it."

"Not enough pipeclay, sir."

"Oh, I see."

"Jigger the pipeclay!  It's a regular cuss.  Ah, it's you laughing now,
sir.  Can I do anything else for you, sir?"

"N-n-no."

"'Cause the cook will be howling after me directly, and I don't want to
be out with him."

"No, I suppose not; but what about that bait for fishing?"

"Oh, that's all right, sir.  I will be ready.  But don't you think, sir,
if we was to go higher up the river we could find a better place?  It
don't seem much good only ketching them there little hikong-sammylangs."

"Eikon Sambilang, Pete.  Don't you know what that means?"

"That's what the niggers call them, sir.  I suppose it's because it's
their name."

"Five-barbelled fish, Pete, eh?"

"Just like them, sir.  Then why don't they call them barbel, sir, like
we do?  I have seen lots of them ketched up Teddington way by the
gentlemen in punts--whackers, too--not poor little tiddlers like these
'ere.  We ought to go right up the river in a sampan, with plenty of
bait, and try in a bit of sharp stream close to one of them deep holes."

"No good, Pete.  We shouldn't do any good.  Those beauties of crocodiles
clear out the holes."

"What! whacking the water, sir, with their tails?  I've heerd them lots
of times.  Rum place this 'ere, sir, ain't it?"

"Yes, Pete; rather a change from England.  But it is very beautiful, and
I like it."

"Well, yes, sir; that's right enough.  So do I like it.  I often think
it would be just lovely if old Ripsy would get down with the fever.  My
word! what would he be like when Dr Morley had done with him, and he
began to crawl about and use his cane to help him hobble, instead of
being so jolly handy with it in his fashion?"

"Peter Pegg, that's a nasty, revengeful way of talking."

"Is it, sir?" said the young private, giving himself a twist, as if in
recollection of a tap with the cane.

"Yes.  You don't mean to tell me that you wish Sergeant Ripsy would
catch this nasty jungle fever?"

"No, sir, I don't want to tell you; but I do."

"I don't believe you, Pete.  The Sergeant's a fine soldier and a brave
man, and I honestly believe that he thinks he is doing his duty."

"Oh, he's brave enough, I dare say.  So are you, sir."

"Bosh!"

"So am I, sir."

"Double bosh!  Turkish for nothing, Pete."

"Is it, sir?  I don't care.  I know when the row comes off with that
there Rajah Solomon--and there's a pretty bit of cheek, sir: him, a
reg'lar heathen, going and getting himself called by a Christian name!
I should like to give him Solomon--you'll fight with the best of them,
sir.  I often think about it.  You'll fight with the best of them, sir.
And 'tain't brag, Mr Archie Maine, sir--you let me see one of them
beggars coming at you with his pisoned kris or his chuck-spear, do you
mean to tell me I wouldn't let him have the bayonet?  And bad soldier or
no, I _can_ do the bayonet practice with the best of them.  Old Tipsy
did own to that."

"Look here, Pete; you are what the Yankees call blowing now.  Let's wait
till the time comes, and then we shall see what we shall see.  And look
here; don't you let me hear you call Sergeant Ripsy Tipsy again.  One of
these days, mark my words, he will find out that you have nicknamed him
with a _T_ instead of an _R_, and he will never forgive you."

"Tckkk!"

"What are you laughing at, sir?"

"Oh, don't say sir, Mr Archie!  There's no one near.  Of course I don't
mind when anybody's by, but I couldn't help laughing.  Old Patient Job
found it out long ago."

"He did?"

"Yes, sir."

"And yet you wonder that he has got what you call his knife into you!"

"Oh, I don't think that's why, sir."

"Well, I do."

"No, sir; it's his aggravating way of wanting to see a company of human
men going across the parade like a great big caterpillar or a big bit of
a machine raking up the sand."

"Never mind.  Old Ripsy is a fine soldier, and I advise you not to let
him hear you."

"Pst!"

"What is it?"

"Mr Maine, sir," whispered the lad; and the subaltern's heels dropped
at once from the table upon which they had been resting, for plainly
heard through the window, in a loud, forced cough, full of importance,
came the utterance, "Errrrum!  Errum!" and Private Peter Pegg's lower
jaw dropped, and his eyes, as he fixed them upon the subaltern's face,
opened in so ghastly a stare of dread that, in spite of his annoyance,
Ensign Maine's hands were clapped to his mouth to check a guffaw.  But
as the regular stamp more than stride of a heavy man reached his ears,
the young officer's countenance assumed a look of annoyance, and he
whispered in a boyish, nervous way:

"Slip off, Pete; and don't let him see you leaving my room."

"I can't, sir," whispered the lad, with a look full of agony.

"What!"

"He telled me if ever he catched me loafing about your quarters he'd--"

"Don't talk.  Cut!"

"I can't, sir."

"You can."

"But--"

"Don't talk.  Off at once."

"But I tell you, sir--"

"I don't want to be told.  He mustn't see you going away from here."

"But he's stopped, sir.  Can't you hear?"

"No--yes.  Why has he stopped?"

"Because he can see my two blessed buckets standing there."

"Oh, Peter Pegg!  Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut!"  And as the young subaltern
gave utterance to these homely sounds, he was recalling certain
sarcastic remarks of the stern master of drill respecting officers and
gentlemen demeaning themselves by associating with the men.



CHAPTER TWO.

A ROWING.

"A Guilty conscience needs no accuser," said Archie Maine to himself.
"There's a splendid proverb.  It can't mean a wigging this time.  But if
that pompous old pump, that buckled-up basha, lets the Major know that
he caught poor old Pegg in my room to-day, I'm sure to get a lecture
about making too free with the men instead of going about amongst them
perched up upon metaphorical stilts.  Well, whatever he wants to see me
about, it can't be for a wigging, or else he wouldn't have summoned me
just close upon soup-and-'tater call."

The smart-looking young subaltern drew himself up, looking his military
best, as he made for the Major's quarters, before which, in light
undress uniform, a private was marching up and down, crossing the
doorway and the windows of the mess-room, through which the lamps of the
dinner-table shone, as they were being lit by the servants.  The
regimental glass and plate were beginning to glitter on the table, while
a soft, warm breeze was rustling the tropical leaves and beginning to
cool the atmosphere, as it swept from the surrounding jungle through the
widely opened casements.

"Yes!  Come in!" came in a loud, bluff, rather rich voice; and the next
minute Archie was face to face with the fine-looking, white-haired,
florid Major in command of the infantry detachment stationed at Campong
Dang in support of Her Majesty's Resident, Sir Charles Dallas, whose
duty it was to instruct the Malay Rajah of Pahpah how to rule his
turbulent bearers of spear and kris and wearers of sarong and baju, in
accordance with modern civilisation, and without putting a period to
their lives for every offence by means of the sudden insertion of an
ugly-looking, wavy weapon before throwing them to the ugliest reptiles
that ever haunted a muddy stream.

"Ah!  Hum!  Yes."

There was a pause in the strange salute, and, "'Tis a row, then," said
Archie to himself.  "You received my despatch, Mr Maine?"

"Yes, sir."

"And of course, sir, you are perfectly aware of my reasons for summoning
you?"

"No, sir," replied Archie.

"What!  Now, that's what I intensely dislike, Mr Maine.  If there is
anything that annoys, irritates, or makes me dissatisfied with the men--
the gentlemen under my command, it is evasion, shuffling, shirking, or
prevarication."

At the beginning of this speech the young officer felt nervous and
troubled with a feeling of anxiety, but his commanding officer's tone
and words sent the blood flushing up into his face, and he replied
warmly:

"I beg your pardon, sir, but I am neither shuffling nor prevaricating
when I tell you that I do not know why you have sent for me."  Then to
himself,--

"He could not have known about the Sergeant, for that was after he had
sent his note."

He had time to say this to himself, for the Major was staring at him in
amazement.

"What!  What!  What!" he exclaimed.  "How--how dah you, sir?  I'd have
you to know that when I address my subordinates--ahem!--arrrum!--I--that
is--hum--dear me, how confoundedly you have grown like your father,
Archibald!  Just his manner.  I--that is--well, look here, sir; I have
been very much put out about you.  I promised my old comrade that I
would do the best that I could in the way of helping you on and making
you a useful officer and a thorough gentleman, and you know, between
men, Archibald Maine, it has not been quite the thing.  This is not the
first time I have had to speak to you and complain of your conduct."

"No, sir," said the lad in rather a sulky tone; "and when I was in fault
I never shuffled or prevaricated."

"Never, Archie, my lad," said the Major energetically.  "It was bad form
of me, but I was angry with your father's son.  My words were
ill-chosen, and there--there--I apologise."

"Oh no, sir!" cried the lad, warming up and speaking excitedly; "there
is no need for that.  I suppose I have been in the wrong, but I did not
really know what I had been doing when you sent your letter."

"Of course you did not, my boy; but--er--I was not thinking of that.  It
was about your conduct generally, and I had made up my mind to have you
here and give you what you would call a wigging, Archie--eh?--wigging,
sir!  Dreadfully boyish expression!--and then, on second thoughts, I
said to myself, `Much better to have the lad in quietly, break the ice
and that sort of thing, tell him what I wanted to talk about, and then
make him sit by me at the mess, and put it to him quietly over a glass
of wine.'  Understand, my lad?"

Archie's lips parted to speak, but the recollection of many old
kindnesses began to crowd up so that he could not trust his voice, and
he only nodded.

"That's right.  You see, my lad, your father and I were boys together--
not perfect either.  We used to quarrel frightfully.  Well, sir,
something inside me began to remind me of old times, and make apologies
for you, and I was going to talk to you about being an officer and a
gentleman--and dignity of manner, and impressing yourself upon your
men--just point out that an officer can be kind to his lads and slacken
the discipline a little sensibly without losing tone or touch, but there
must be a proper feeling between officer and man.  An officer need not
be a bully and a tyrant, but he must be firm.  His men must respect him,
and see that the man who leads them knows his duty and is brave almost
to a fault; and knowing this, every man who is worth his salt will
follow him even to the death if duty calls.  It is a grand position,
Archie, my lad--that of being a leader of men--and it is shared with the
General by the youngest subaltern who wears the Queen's scarlet.  See
what I mean?"

"Yes, sir," said the lad in a deep, low voice.

"Well, sir," almost shouted the Major, "that's what I was going to say
to you, sir, over a glass of wine to-night, and put it to you that it
was quite time that you, a young man grown, should put away boyish
things and come to an end of tricks and pranks and youthful follies, and
take upon you and show that you are worthy of the great birthright--
manhood, when--confound it all!  I was nearly breaking out swearing!--in
comes to me that--hang him!--that overbearing bully--Yah!  Tut, tut,
tut, tut, tut!--it put me out dreadfully, and I am speaking in haste,
for Ripsy is a fine, trustworthy man--my best non-com--to complain to me
about you making a chum, a regular companion, of that confounded,
low-bred cockney rascal, Pegg.  Hang him!  I'll have his peg sharpened
and make him spin in a more upright manner before I have done with him!
Ripsy told me that the fellow was on fatigue-work--takes advantage of
the freedom of his position to sneak off to your quarters to hatch some
prank or mischief or another; and I had to listen to his complaint and--
confound him!--to answer his question, `Is it right for a subaltern to
encourage a low-bred rascal like that to come to his quarters?'  What do
you say?"

"It was my fault, sir, entirely."

"Yes; and that's your fault too, Archibald Maine.  You take a fancy to
and make a companion of a private who bears the worst character in this
detachment.  You see even now, sir, you have made so much of a companion
of him that you are ready to take the blame for his fault."

"In this case rightly, sir," said Archie, speaking with firmness.  "I
had jerked your note out of the window, and as the poor fellow passed--"

"Poor fellow!" cried the Major irritably.  "There, again!"

"I told him to pick it up and bring it in," continued Archie firmly; and
the Major grunted, for he was evidently cooling down.

"There!  Humph!  Dinner," grunted the Major again.  "Now, quick!  What
have you got to say?"

Archie was silent for a few moments, for the simple reason that he could
not speak, only stand trying to gaze steadily in the eyes of the fine
old officer, who was watching him intently with a look that forced him
to speak at last; but even then his voice shook a little, in spite of
his efforts to make it firm and loud.  Then the word that had struggled
for utterance came, and it was in Latin:

"Peccavi."

It was only that word, but it was enough to make the old Major lean
forward, clap one hand on the lad's shoulder, and half-whisper:

"Spoken like your father's son!" and then, as the door behind him
opened, he half-shouted, "Coming!"  Then to his companion, "Now, my
lad--dinner!"



CHAPTER THREE.

A MALAY FRIEND.

Archie Maine's sensations as he marched beside his chief into the
mess-room were such that he would far rather have escaped to his own
quarters; but he began to pull himself together as he caught sight of a
friend, and the next minute he was being in turn introduced by the
quiet, gentlemanly Resident to the Rajah Suleiman, a heavy-looking,
typical Malay with peculiar, hard, dark eyes and thick, smiling lips,
who greeted him in fair English and murmured something about "visit" and
the "elephants and tigers."  And then, as the Eastern chief, who did not
look at home in the English evening-dress he had adopted, turned away to
smile upon another of the officers, Archie joined hands at once with a
slight, youthful-looking visitor also in evening-dress, who as the
youths chatted together showed his mastery of the English language
sufficiently to address the subaltern as "old chap," following it up
with:

"When are you going to get your boss to give you a day or two's leave?"

"Oh, I don't know," replied Archie.  "Not for some time; I'm in
disgrace."

"Disgrace!  What do you mean?" was the inquiry.

"Oh, not sticking enough to my duties."

"Duties?"

"Yes; drill and practice."

"Oh, nonsense!  You don't want to be always drilling and drilling and
drilling.  Your men could kill us all off without any more of that.  I
shall ask the Major to let you come and stay with me a month."

"No, no, no," said Archie, though his eyes were flashing with eagerness.

"And I say yes, yes, yes.  I haven't got such a troop of elephants as
Rajah Suleiman, but I have got two beauties who would face any tiger in
the jungle, and my people could show you more stripes than his could.
But perhaps I am so simple at home that you would rather go and stay
with His Highness."

"Look here, Hamet," whispered Archie quickly; "you said that to me last
time, just as if I had slighted you."

"Beg pardon, old chap.  I didn't mean it; but your people--I don't know
how it is--don't seem to take to me.  I always feel as if they didn't
trust me, and I don't think that I shall care about coming here any
more."

"What!" cried Archie excitedly, as he found that he had to take his seat
at the table beside the young Rajah, whose face was beginning to assume
a lowering aspect, as he saw that the Major's original intentions had
been hurriedly set aside and the chair on the latter's right was
occupied by the Rajah Suleiman, that on his left by a keen,
sharp-looking gentleman who might have been met in one of the Parisian
_cafes_, so thoroughly out of place did he seem in a military mess-room
rather roughly erected in a station on the banks of a Malay jungle
river.

"What!" said Archie again, in a low tone; and he noted how his companion
was furtively watching the attention paid to his brother Rajah.

"I'll tell you presently," said the young Malay.  "But who is that
gentleman?"

"That?  Oh, he's a traveller.  He's a French count."

"French count?" said his companion.  "A great friend of Suleiman's,
isn't he?"

"Not that I know of."

"Yes, he is.  So one of my people says."

"Oh?" said Archie.

"Yes; Suleiman met him when he went to Paris."

"You seem to know all about it," said Archie laughingly.

"Oh no; I _want_ to know everything, but there is so much--so much to
learn.  I wish I had gone to Paris too."

"What! so as to get to know the French count?"

"Pish!--No, thank you; I don't take wine," he added quickly, as one of
the officers' servants was filling glasses.

"Won't you have a glass of hock?"

"No," was the quiet reply.  "And I don't want to know the French count.
I don't like him."

"Why?"

"Because he is Suleiman's friend."

"That's saying you don't like Suleiman."

"No.  But I don't like him, and he hates me."

"Why?"

"Because he likes my country."

"And I suppose you like his?"

"I?  No.  I have got plenty of land that my father left me.  He sent
me--you know; I told you--to England."

"Yes, I know; to be educated and made an English gentleman."

"Yes," said the young man, with a sigh; and his handsome half-Spanish
countenance clouded over.  "And I did work so hard to make myself like
you young Englishmen; but I had not the chance."

"But you did splendidly.  I heard of how high a position you took."

The young Rajah smiled sadly and shook his head.

"You say that as a sort of compliment," he said.

"That I don't.  I never pay compliments, for I know you don't like them.
If you did, you and I shouldn't be such friends."

The young Rajah turned and gazed fixedly in the speaker's eyes for a few
moments, and then turned hastily to help himself from the dish handed to
him.

"No, we shouldn't," he said in a low voice as soon as the dish was
removed; and he began to trifle with the food.  "Yes," he continued,
"those were jolly days at the big school; and it seemed so strange to
come back here from studies and cricket and football."  He laughed
softly as he turned merrily to look at his companion again.  "I say, how
I used to get knocked about!  The chaps used to say that it got my
monkey up, but I suppose it did me good."

"No doubt," said Archie merrily.  "You got over wanting to kris the
fellows, didn't you?"

"Of course; and it made me so English that I don't want to kris the poor
fellows now that I have come back and am Maharajah here in my father's
stead.  But it was all no good," he added, with a sigh.

"What?" exclaimed Archie wonderingly.

"No good," repeated the young man.  "He sent for me to come home, but it
was only to say good-bye and tell me that I was to love the English and
be their friend so as to make them my friends.  `They are a great
people, Hamet,' he said--`a great people.  We are only little chiefs,
but they can rule the world.'  I want to be their friend, but somehow
they don't like me but make much of Suleiman."

"Oh, wait a bit," said Archie.  "I think you are wrong.  We English are
such blunt people.  Why, our Major--he was my father's schoolfellow--
he's a splendid old chap."

"Yes; but he doesn't trust me," said the young Malay.

"Oh, you wait."

"I like your doctor."

"Well, you must like Sir Charles Dallas."

"What!  Suleiman's Resident?  I don't know him.  Your English Queen--I
mean Her Majesty--"

"Yes, I know," said Archie, laughing.

"She has not sent a Resident to live in my country."

"No.  Do you know why?"

"Yes," said the young man coldly.  "She does not trust me."

"Ha, ha, ha!"

"Why do you laugh?"

"At you."

"But why?"

"Because she does trust you--or, rather, our Government does."

The young man turned sharply to gaze with a searching glance in the
speaker's eyes.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Go on with your dinner, old chap, and I'll tell you by-and-by.  Here's
Down wants to have a word with you.--Don't you, Down?"

"Ah yes, Captain Down," said the young Rajah, bowing towards him.  "I
seem to know you.  Maine says you are such a splendid shot.  Are you?"

"Oh, I can pull a trigger, and I can hit something sometimes," said the
young officer.

"Sometimes!" put in Archie.  "Why, he never misses.  You ought to know
more of him, Rajah.  He's like that old country gentleman's two sons who
loved hunting and shooting.  He's a regular Nimrod and Ramrod rolled
into one.  Understand?"

"Yes; I read that in the old joke-book.  Then your friend will come and
have some shooting.  Will you not?"

"Rather!" said the Captain; and the general conversation went on till
the old English custom was in the ascendant and the Major gave Her
Majesty's health and the band played "God save the Queen;" and
afterwards the Major proposed the health of their guest, His Highness
Sultan Suleiman, who afterwards rose and bowed two or three times, said
a few words very clumsily, and then turned towards the _distingue_-
looking guest on the Major's left, and sat down; whereupon the French
guest said a few words to the Major, who rose and announced that the
Count de Lasselle would respond for the Sultan Suleiman.

There was the customary applause as the Count arose; and in very good
English, which he only had to supplement now and then with a strong dash
of French, he returned thanks for their illustrious guest, who, he could
assure the English officers, had but one aim in life, and that was to be
the friend and ally of the great British Queen.  His speech was long and
very flowery, and he did not forget to say that there was no other
country in the world suited to be the Sultan's ally but beautiful
France, his own country, he was proud to say, and he was sure that she
too would always be the great friend of the Sultan; at which some one at
the table uttered in a low voice that was almost like a cough the
ejaculation, "Hum!"

Archie turned sharply, and exchanged glances with Captain Down.

"What did the Doctor mean by that?" said the latter.

"Don't know," said Archie.  "Shall I go and ask him?"

"By-and-by.  Look at your friend."

"Why?  What do you mean?"

"He looks as if he felt that he was being left out in the cold."

Archie glanced at the young Rajah, who was sitting back picking his
cigarette to pieces; and then his attention was taken up by seeing the
big, bluff Sergeant of the regiment making his way behind the chairs to
where the Doctor was seated.

"It's all right, Maine," said the Captain; "you needn't go.  The Major's
sent Patient Job, as the lads call him, to ask old Bolus what he means
by insulting the French guest."

"Get out!  Somebody taken ill.  I hope it's none of the ladies."

The Doctor nodded, and left his chair, to follow the Sergeant, just as
the Major rose again to propose the health of the regiment's other guest
that evening, Maharajah Hamet, another of the chiefs, who had declared
himself the friend of their Queen and country.

The toast was quietly received, and quietly replied to in a few
well-spoken words by the young Prince, not without eliciting some
remarks at his mastery of English; and soon after the party broke up in
smoke, the officers strolling down to the banks of the river, where the
landing-place was gay with Chinese lanterns hung here and there and
ornamenting the two nagas of the Rajahs lying some distance apart and
filled by the well-armed followers of the chiefs, one of whom was
heartily cheered by those assembled as he slowly walked in company with
his French companion to take his seat, before, in response to three or
four sonorous notes from a gong, the yellow-uniformed rowers dipped
their oars lightly, to keep the dragon-boat in mid-stream so that it
might be borne swiftly onward.

The young Rajah Hamet remained some few minutes longer, after taking his
leave of the Major and officers, and then, accompanied by Captain Down
and Archie, he walked slowly along to where a guard of the English
infantry was drawn up, the chief's men being waiting in their places,
ready to push off.

"Don't take this as a compliment," said the young Malay.  "It is all
sincere, and I can make you very welcome in good old English fashion as
long as you like to stay--you, Captain Down, and you, Maine.  You make
the Captain come too.  I promise you plenty of sport.  My shikaris know
their business.  Once more, good-night."

He stepped back, the long, live-looking boat glided off, and the rowers'
oars dipped with the vim and accuracy of an eight-oared racer on the
Thames.  But she made head slowly against the swift stream, while, as
the young men watched her, their eyes rested upon the fire-flies
glittering amongst the overhanging trees upon the banks, and all at once
there was a loud splash just ahead of where the naga was gliding.

"What's that--some one overboard?" said the Captain.

"No, sir," said a deep British voice from just behind where the young
officers stood; "only one of them great, scaly varmints getting out of
the way."

"Oh, it's you, Sergeant," said Archie quickly; and then, on the impulse
of the moment, the lad laid his hand on the big non-com's arm and said
hurriedly, "I've had it out with the Major, Ripsy, and it's all right
now.  But it was all my fault.  Don't be too hard on poor Pegg."

The Sergeant's reply was checked by a question from the Captain:

"Whom was the Doctor fetched to see?  Any one ill?"

The Sergeant chuckled.

"No, sir.  It was them rival niggers beginning to cut one another's
throats; but I stopped it with my lads, and then fetched the Doctor.  It
gave him three or four little jobs.  Some on them mean a row."



CHAPTER FOUR.

THE DOCTOR'S PATIENTS.

The looking-glass in Archie Maine's quarters often told him that he was
rather a good-looking young fellow; that is to say, he gave promise of
growing into a well-featured, manly youth without any foppish,
effeminate, so-called handsomeness.  But nature had been very kind to
him, and, honestly, he scarcely knew anything about his own appearance;
for when he looked in his glass for reasons connected with cleanliness--
putting his hair straight, smoothing over his curliness, and playing at
shaving away, or, rather, scraping off, some very smooth down--he had a
habit of contracting his nerves and muscles so that a pretty good
display of wrinkles came into view all over his forehead and at the
corners of his lips and eyes, presenting to him quite a
different-looking sort of fellow from the one known to his friends.

The morning after the mess dinner, he had given a parting glance in his
little mirror, looking very much screwed-up, for his mind was busy with
rather troublous thoughts, among which were the events of the past day,
especially those connected with his interview with the Major.

Then he had hurried off to take advantage of what little time he had
before going on duty, and made for the Doctor's bungalow.  It was not
much of a place; but the glorious tropic foliage, the distant view of
the river, and, above all, the flowers of the most brilliant colours
that were always rushing into bloom or tumbling off to deck the ground
made it a brilliant spot in the station, and as he neared it his face
smoothed, his sun-browned forehead lost its wrinkles, and, just as he
expected, he caught sight of the two reasons for the bungalow looking so
bright and gay.

One reason was the Doctor's wife busy in the garden with a basket and a
pair of scissors, snipping off bunch and cluster ready for filling vase
and basin in the shaded rooms; the other was standing upon a chair
helping climber to twine and tendril to catch hold of trellis and wire
which made the front of the cottage-like structure one blaze of colour.

"Morning, ladies," cried the lad.

"Morning, Archie," cried the Doctor's wife, a pleasant, middle-aged,
pink, sunshiny-looking lady, whose smooth skin seemed to possess the
power of reflecting all sun-rays that played upon it so that they never
fixed there a spot of tan.  "Come to help garden?"

"Yes; all right.  What shall I do?" cried the lad.

"Make Minnie jump down off that chair, and tuck up the wild tendrils of
that climber."

"No, no, auntie; I don't want him," cried the owner of the busy hands,
as she reached up higher to hook on one tendril, and failed; for the
long strand laden with blossom missed the wire that ought to have held
it, fell backwards, and, as if directed by invisible fairy hands, formed
itself into a wreath over her hair, startling her so that she would have
lost her footing upon the chair had she not made a quick leap to the
floor of the veranda, bringing down another trailing strand.

"Ha, ha!  Serve you right, Miss Independence!" cried Archie, running to
her help.

"No, no, don't.  I can do it myself," cried the girl.  "Mind; that
flower's so tender, and I know you will break it."

"Suppose I do," said Archie.  "No, you don't; I'll take it off and twine
it up myself, even if my fingers are so clumsy.  I say, Minnie, it's
lucky for you that it isn't that climbing rose, or there would be some
scratches."

He sprang upon the chair, busied himself for a few minutes, and then
leaped down again, to stand with brow wrinkled, gazing up at his work.

"There," he said; "won't that do?"

"Yes," said the girl, with a slight pout of two rather pretty lips.  "It
will do; but it isn't high enough."

"Oh, come, it's higher than you could have reached.--Don't say the
Doctor's out, Mrs Morley?"

"No; but he's got somebody with him;" and the speaker glanced at her
niece, who turned away and looked conscious.  "I am not surprised,"
continued the Doctor's wife, and she looked fixedly now at her visitor.

"What at?" replied the lad wonderingly.

"How innocent!--What do you say, Minnie?  Look at him!"

The girl turned sharply, fixed her eyes upon the young officer's face,
and laughed merrily.

"What are you laughing at?" he cried, hurriedly taking out a
handkerchief.  "Have I made my face dirty?"

"No, sir.--We were quite right, auntie.  I can't think how young men can
be so stupid."

"'Tis their nature to," said Archie, laughing, as he replaced his
handkerchief.  "But what have I been doing stupid now, Minnie?"

"Sitting in a hot room and drinking what doesn't agree with you, sir."

"I couldn't help the room being hot," replied the lad, rather
indignantly.

"No, sir; but you could have helped giving yourself a headache and
coming here this morning to ask uncle for a cooling draught."

"Oh, that's it, is it, Miss Clever?  Well, you are all wrong."

"I am glad to hear it, Archie," said Mrs Morley.  "I thought you had
come to see the Doctor."

"That's right," said the lad, screwing up his face again and nodding
rather defiantly, boy and girl fashion, at the young lady gardener.
"Somebody ill?"

"No, my dear boy.  It's only Sir Charles Dallas;" and as she spoke she
glanced at her niece again, who had suddenly become busy over a fresh
loose strand.  "He's come to ask about the men who were wounded in that
wretched quarrel last night."

"Why, that's what I came for.--Do you hear, Minnie?"

Just then a door somewhere in the interior was opened, and men's voices
reached their ears, one being the Doctor's.

"No, nothing to worry about, sir; do them good."

"Ah, you keep to your old belief in the lancet, then, Doctor," came in
the Resident's pleasant, firm tones.

"In a case like this, certainly, sir.  All the better for losing a
little of their hot, fiery blood.  Set of quarrelsome, jealous fools.
Here _we_ are, thousands of miles from home and Ould Ireland, amongst
these tribes, all of them spoiling for a fight."

"Yes, Doctor," said the Resident, slowly approaching as he crossed the
room; "but I hope to get them tamed down in time."

"Ha, ha!" laughed the Doctor, as the two gentlemen came in sight.--"Hear
him, Minnie!  What's the quotation--`Hope springs eternal in the human
breast?'"

"I forget uncle."

"More shame for you.--Hope away, Dallas; but you will never tame the
fighting spirit out of a Malay.--Morning, Archie, my lad.  What do you
say?"

"I say that Rajah Hamet is tame enough, only one ought not to talk about
him as if he were a wild beast.--Good-morning, Sir Charles?"

"Morning, my lad," replied the Resident, with a peculiar smile.  "Have
you got a head on this morning?"

"No, sir, I haven't got a head on this morning," cried the boy angrily,
and with his sun-browned cheeks flushing up.

"I beg your pardon, sir.  I thought you had come to see the Doctor."

"So I have," said Archie, drawing himself up and glancing across at
Minnie, and then giving himself an angry jerk as he saw that she was
laughing.

"Do you want to see me, Maine?" said the Doctor.

"Yes, sir, if you are at liberty."

"Yes; all right, my lad.--Don't trouble yourself, Dallas.  That will be
all right.--Into my room, Maine;" and he led the way into a pleasant,
comfortably furnished room looking out upon the clearing at the back, a
room evidently the Doctor's surgery more than consulting-room, but whose
formality was softened down by the cut-flowers which indicated the busy
interference of the ladies of the house.  "Sit down, my lad," continued
the Doctor, as he took a bamboo chair opposite that to which he had
motioned his visitor; and gazing searchingly at him, he reached out his
hand: "Head queer?"

"No, no, sir," cried the subaltern, with his brow wrinkling up again.
"I only wanted to know about last night and the men wounded."

"Oh!  That's what Sir Charles came about.  Well, it's nothing much, my
boy.  It's rather a large pull on my roll of sticking-plaster and a few
bandages--rival clans or houses--do you bite your thumb at me, sir?--
eh--Montagus and Capulets.  Consequence of men carrying lethal weapons--
only krises instead of rapiers.  Bad thing to let men carry arms."

"What about soldiers, then, sir?" said Archie merrily.  "Bayonets,
side-arms?"

"Ah, but there we have a discipline, my dear boy.  But, all the same, it
has fallen to my lot to treat a bayonet-dig or two when our fellows have
got at the rack.  Well, I am glad you are all right.  I thought you
looked a little fishy about the gills."

"Not I, sir.  I managed a splendid breakfast this morning."

"Yes, boy; you are good that way.  I often envy you, for what with my
health and every one's health to think about, doctoring one man for
fever, putting all you fellows straight, and patching up squabbling
savages, my appetite often feels as if it wants a fillip.  A doctor's is
an anxious life, my boy--more especially out here in a country like
this, amongst a very uncertain people, when a man feels that he has a
stake in the country."

"But you have no stake in the country, sir?"

"What, sir!  I?  Haven't I my wife and my sister's child?"

"Oh, I thought you meant something commercial, sir."

"What!  I?  Pooh, boy!  I was alluding to the uncertainty of our
position here."

"Oh!  Oh, I see, sir.  That's all right enough.  Here's Sir Charles with
a strong detachment of British infantry under his command, and the
native chiefs are bound to respect him."

"Tremendous!" said the Doctor, with a snort.  "A couple of hundred men!"

"Three, sir."

"Three indeed!  What about the men on the sick-list, and the
non-combatants that have to be counted in every squad?  Why, if that
fellow Suleiman turned nasty, where should we be, out here in the depths
of this jungle?"

"Oh, there's no occasion to fear anything of that sort, sir."

"What!  Not for a boy like you, Archie Maine, with a suit or two of
clothes, a razor, and hair-brush.  You put on your cap, and you cover
all your responsibilities.  What about the women, high and low, that we
have to look after?"

"Oh, they'd be all right, sir."

"Would they?"

"I say, Doctor, don't talk like that.  You don't think that we have
anything to fear?"

"I don't know.--Well, fear?  No, I suppose I mustn't mention such a
thing as fear; but we are hundreds of miles away from Singapore and
help."

"Oh no, sir.  There's the river.  It wouldn't take long for the gunboat
to bring up reinforcements and supplies; and then, even if Mr Sultan
Suleiman turned against us--which isn't likely--"

"I don't know," growled the Doctor.

"Well, sir, I think I do," said Archie, rather importantly.  "Why, if he
did, there's our friend the Rajah Hamet.  He would be on our side."

"Ah, that I don't know," said the Doctor again; and he tapped the table
with his nails.  "This is all in confidence, boy.  I don't think Sir
Charles has much faith in that young gentleman.  But still, that's the
way that our Government worked things in India."

"I don't quite understand you."

"Read up your history, then, my boy.  Our position in India has been
made by the jealousies of the different princes and our political folks
working them one against another.  But there, you didn't come here to
chatter politics.  What is it?  You have got something more to say to
me, haven't you?"

"Well--er--yes, sir," hesitated the lad.

"Out with it, boy.  Never play with your medical man.  No
half-confidences.  I can pretty well read you, Archie, so out with it
frankly."

"Well, sir, I did half make up my mind to speak to you, and came this
morning on purpose; and then as soon as I saw you I felt that it was
foolish--a sort of fancy of mine."

"Well, go on; let me judge.  You have got something the matter with
you?"

"That's what I don't quite know, sir," said the young man, who was now
scarlet.

"Well, don't shilly-shally.  Let me judge.  Is it some bodily ailment?"

"No, sir."

"Glad of it.  What is it, then?  It can't be money."

"Oh no, sir."

"Of course not.  No temptations here to spend.  Then you have got into
some big scrape?"

"I am always getting into scrapes, sir."

"Yes; and the Major had you up to give you a wigging, as you call it,
only yesterday."

"How did you know that, sir?" cried the lad excitedly.

"The Doctor knows pretty well everything about people, and what he
doesn't know for himself his women find out for him.  Now then, what is
it?"

"I am afraid you will laugh at me, sir."

"I promise you I shall not."

"Thank you, sir; that's encouraging."

"To the point, boy--to the point."

Archie Maine drew a deep breath as if to pull himself together, and then
as he met the Doctor's searching eyes they seemed to draw out of him
that which he wished to say.

"I am afraid, Doctor," he said excitedly, "that I have got something
wrong with my head."

"Why?  Pain you?  Feeling of confusion?"

The lad shook the part of his person mentioned.

"Dizziness?"

"Oh no, sir; nothing of that sort."

"Well, go on.  A doctor isn't a magician.  Have you got a bad tooth?
You must tell him which one to attack with his key preliminary to the
scraunch."

"Oh, you are laughing at me, Doctor."

"Only smiling, my dear boy."

"I don't see anything to laugh at, sir, because it is a serious thing to
me."

"Good lad.  I smiled because I felt happy over you since it didn't seem
to be anything serious."

"But it _is_ serious, sir."

"Let's hear.  You say you have got something wrong with your head?"

"Well, I suppose it is my head, sir.  But you know I am always getting
into some trouble or another."

"Exactly.  You are notorious for your boyish pranks."

"Yes, sir; and I want to get the better of it.  It's as the Major said:
the troubles I get into are boys' troubles, and not suitable to a young
man."

"The Major's wise, Archie.  Then why don't you put off all your boyish
mischief and remember that you are now pretty well a man grown, and, as
one of our lads would say in his cockney lingo, `act as sich?'"

"Because I can't, Doctor," said the lad earnestly.  "I want to act as a
man.  I'm six feet two, and I shave regularly."

"Humph!" grunted the Doctor, who had to make an effort to keep his
countenance.

"And whenever I get into trouble I make a vow that I'll never do such a
childish, schoolboyish thing again; but it's no use, for before many
days have passed, something tempts me, and I find myself doing more
foolish things than ever.  Can it be that there is some screw loose in
my head?"

The Doctor sat looking earnestly in the lad's agitated countenance, for
his brow was one tangle of deeply marked wrinkles.

"I think sometimes I must be going mad, or at all events growing into an
idiot, and you can't think how wretched and despairing it makes me.  Do
you think medicine--tonic or anything of that sort--would do me good?"

The Doctor gazed at the lad fixedly till he could bear it no longer, and
he was about to speak again, when the adviser uttered a loud expiration
of the breath, jumping up at the same time and clapping his hands
heavily on his visitor's shoulders.

"No, my lad, I don't," he cried boisterously.  "You are sound as a bell,
strong as a young horse.  Why, you ought to be proud of yourself instead
of fidgeting with a lot of morbid fancies.  You have been for years and
years a boy, fresh--larky, as you would say--full of mischief, as I was
myself--"

"You, Doctor!  Impossible!"

"What!  Ha, ha!  Why, Archie Maine, I have watched you pretty thoroughly
since we have been friends, noted your pranks, and seen the trouble you
have got into with the Major.  Oh yes; I believe I was much worse than
you.  And you are now changing into the man, when most fellows of your
age begin thinking more of others than of themselves; though they are
pretty good at that latter, and particularly fond of arranging their
plumage so as to excite admiration.  But you held on to your merry,
mischievous boyhood, so take my advice and don't worry yourself any
more.  I hope you have got many, many years to come, and you will find
yourself serious enough then.  So you thought yours might be a case for
medical advice?  Not it!"

"But!"--ejaculated Archie.

"But me no buts, as the man said in the book.  You will be cured fast
enough in the first real trouble that comes upon us and makes its
genuine appeal to your manhood."

"But I get plenty of trouble now, Doctor," protested the lad.

"Bah!  A bit of a rowing--a snub from the Major!  Trifles, boy.  Those
are not real troubles.  I mean times when you find out that you really
are a man, that others' lives are perhaps depending upon you as a
soldier for preservation.  My dear boy, all you have got to do is not to
try to be a man.  Nature will do that.  Your full manhood will come
quite soon enough.  Only try to drop a little of the boy, for you are a
bit too young.  Well, what are you staring at?"

Archie's face was more wrinkled than ever.

"Ah, I see," continued the Doctor.  "You are doubting whether you shall
believe me.  Here's a pretty fellow!  Comes to a medical man for advice,
and begins to doubt him as soon as the advice is given.--Here, Maria--
Minnie!"

"No, for goodness' sake, Doctor!  And Sir Charles is there!"

"No, he isn't.  I heard him start ten minutes ago."

"But you are not going to tell them what I said?"

"Do I ever tell my patients' secrets to anybody?  Now, look here,
Archie; you want to jump right into your manhood at once?"

"Of course I do, sir."

"Well, my lad, I'm afraid you won't have long to wait, for if I'm not
very much mistaken your cure is coming."

"What! mischief with the Malays, sir?"

"This is in confidence, my lad--yes.  But look here," continued the
Doctor, lowering his voice, for at that moment voices were heard
apparently approaching the Doctor's room.  "Tut, tut!" he muttered.
"They have no business to be coming here now.  I suppose they don't
class you as a patient.  Humph!  All right.  They are not coming here.
Look here, Archie," he continued, as he threw himself back in his chair;
"mine may only be suspicions, but situated as we are here amongst these
people, who, in spite of their half-civilisation, have a good deal of
the savage at heart and the natural strong dislike for those who hold
them in subjection, it is good policy to be a little too wise and not
careless and indifferent over matters that give one food for thought."

"But, Doctor,"--said the young man earnestly, and with a touch of
excitement in his tones.

"There, there, there, don't fly out.  I was only going to say that I
can't help feeling doubtful at times about our position here."

"But you don't think that the Malays--"

"Yes, I do--I think that they are very untrustworthy.  They dislike us
for religious reasons as well as for taking possession of their country,
and, in short, there are times when I can't help feeling that we are
living on the slopes of a moral volcano which might burst forth at any
moment."

"But, Doctor, they seem so friendly."

"Yes, my lad; as you say, they seem so friendly."

"Why, lots of the people quite worship you.  See how they come for
advice."

"Oh yes," said the Doctor dryly, "I get plenty of native patients; but
that doesn't make their own doctors any fonder of me.  Still, I dare say
I can get on very well, and, as I have suggested, I may be too
suspicious.  Nothing may happen for years--perhaps never.  But you are a
soldier."

"Well, yes, sir," said the lad, laughing.  "Old Ripsy's trying to make
me one."

"And you _are_ a soldier, my lad; and though you mayn't have to fight,
you will quite agree with me that it is wise to keep your powder dry."

"Of course, sir."

"There's no harm in that, eh?"

"Of course not, sir."

"Well, men are men, and women are women."

"Yes, sir," said the lad, smiling.

"And we don't want to frighten them by letting them see that we are
always going to the magazine.  See what I mean?"

"Yes, sir.  You mean, not let them know that you have any doubts about
our position here."

"Good.  I went a roundabout way to put it before you, but you have hit
the right nail clean on the head at once.  We want to make their lives
as sunshiny as we can, and not try to point out clouds where as likely
as not there are none."

"Of course not, sir."

"Right, Archie.  A quiet, thoughtful man would, of course, be careful
not to discuss matters before our womenkind that might have an alarming
tendency."

"And you think I, a boy, might, sir?" said Archie, frowning heavily.

"Yes," said the Doctor; "but not after such a broad hint as I am giving
you now, my lad;" and he leaned forward and patted his visitor upon the
knee.

The change in Archie Maine's countenance was instantaneous.  The
wrinkles of doubt were smoothed out from his forehead, and he stood up,
gazing as it were straight past the Doctor into the future, his lips
compressed and a general tensity of expression seeming to pervade every
feature.  Then he started violently, for the Doctor exclaimed:

"Well done!  The cure has begun."

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

"Only this, my lad: that very likely there may be several relapses, but
you are growing up fast.  There, our consultation is over, and I suppose
you have no more to say to me?"

"Yes, one thing, Doctor," said the young man in a low tone, for the
ladies' voices were heard once more.

"Well, what is it?"

"Only this, sir--private and confidential."

"Of course.  What do you mean?"

"You will not tell Mrs Morley what I have said?"

"Is it likely, my lad?" cried the Doctor merrily, as he clapped his
visitor on the shoulder.  "There, be off.  You are keeping a patient
waiting."

The Doctor threw open the door and led the way out into the veranda,
where Mrs Morley and Minnie were standing beside a black-haired,
black-eyed, young native woman, who was squatted down in the shade, and
who now started up hurriedly from where she had evidently been holding
up a solemn-looking little child of about two years old for the ladies'
inspection.

The woman's dark eyes flashed, and she made a movement as if to cover
her face, but snatched away her hand directly and stood up proudly for a
moment, before bowing low and not ungracefully to the Doctor as he gave
her a quick nod.

"Here is Dula," said Mrs Morley.  "She has brought up her sick child."

"Yes, I see," said the Doctor, rather gruffly, as he frowned at the
swarthy little patient.  "But I wish Dula could talk English or I could
talk her tongue a little better."

The woman smiled intelligently as she rearranged the bright-coloured
plaid sarong around the child and said in a pleasant voice:

"Ba-be bet-ter."

The Doctor took a step forward, and the child shrank from him as he laid
his hand upon its head and gazed fixedly in its eyes.

"Now, little one," he said, "we did teach you to put out your tongue
last time."

"Tongue--tongue," said the woman quickly; and she held the child towards
the Doctor, while Archie and Minnie exchanged glances, and then burst
out laughing; for, in obedience to a shake given by its mother, the tiny
girl uttered a low whimper, screwed-up her face as if about to cry, and
then thrust out a little red tongue, drew it back instanter, and buried
her face in her mother's breast.

"All right," said the Doctor to the woman.  "It is getting well fast."

"Well--fast!" cried the woman, catching up his words quickly; and then,
with the tears welling over from her great dark eyes, she bent down,
caught at the Doctor's hand, and held it quickly to her lips.

"Oh, oh, that's all right," said the Doctor hastily, as he drew back his
hand and patted the woman's shoulder.

"Look, uncle, what Dula has brought us!" cried Minnie; and she took from
the veranda table a great bunch of the beautiful white creeper which the
native women were fond of wearing in their black hair.

"Aha!" said the Doctor.  "Thank you.--My fee, Archie."

"Not all," said Mrs Morley.  "She has brought you one of those horrible
durians;" and as the Doctor's wife spoke Minnie caught up a little,
bamboo-woven native basket, in which, carefully arranged among freshly
gathered fern, was one of the peculiar-looking native fruits, the
produce of one of the great trees so carefully planted and cared for in
nearly every native village.  "Don't!  Don't touch the horrid thing, my
dear," whispered Mrs Morley.

"What!" cried the Doctor; and he took the great, hard-shelled fruit from
the basket and turned it over in his hands.  "Capital!" he cried.  "A
beauty!"

"Ugh!" ejaculated Mrs Morley; and Minnie screwed-up her face into a
pretty grimace, as she once more exchanged glances with Archie.

"Doc-tor like?" questioned the woman, with an anxious look.

"Yes," he replied, smiling.  "I like them very much."

"Like--very--much," said the woman.  "Dula glad."  And then, soothing
her child tenderly, she whispered a few words to it in her native
language.

"Oh, come," said the Doctor, "I do understand that.  Your mother's quite
right: I sha'n't eat you."

The woman smiled again as she hugged her child closer and kissed it
lovingly, while the Doctor nodded to Minnie.

"Quite comic, isn't it, my dear?  What foolish things mothers are,
aren't they?  Just as fond of their bairns as Englishwomen, eh?"

"Why, of course, uncle.  Such a pretty little thing, too!  Look at its
eyes!" and, to the mother's great delight, the girl crossed to her, took
the child in her arms, and kissed it, while the little thing smiled,
raised one hand, and softly stroked the girl's white face.

"There, Archie," she cried; "it is pretty, isn't it?"

"A beauty!" said the young man, laughing.

"Come and kiss it, sir," said the girl imperiously.

"All right;" and without more ado the lad took hold of the child, held
it up, and kissed it twice.

"Oh, take care!" cried Minnie.  "How clumsy you are!"

"Well, it doesn't seem to think so," cried the lad, as he handed the
little one back to its mother, who said a few words in her own tongue to
the Doctor, and then turned to the two ladies, and after bowing to them
with native grace, bent low to Archie, gave him a grateful look, and
walked slowly away.

"Oh, you young humbug!" growled the Doctor.

"Why?" said Archie warmly.

"Just to show off before my wife and Minnie.  I believe you were
growling all the time and calling it a dirty little nigger."

"That I wasn't!  I don't mind babies when they are as big as that."

"No--don't _mind_," said the Doctor sarcastically.

"And I didn't call it a little nigger.  I was wishing there was some
sugar near.--Oh, I say, doesn't your durian smell?"

"Horrid!" exclaimed Minnie.

"All right, my dear," said the Doctor.  "I can bear it.  But you will
come down some day, my lady."

"Never, uncle!"

"We shall see," said the Doctor.  "My word, what a beauty!--Here,
Archie, drop in this evening and help me to have it for dessert."

"I'm sure Archie won't touch the nasty thing, uncle."

"Oh, won't I?" cried the lad.  "Only too glad of the chance."

Minnie made a grimace and turned away, but turned back directly on
hearing Archie's next words:

"I say, Doctor, that woman shows how the people here like you."

"Well, yes," said the gentleman addressed, "I suppose they do feel a
little obliged; but I don't think they care much."

"Oh, uncle," cried Minnie, "I am sure they do.  See how pleased that
boatman was--that man who came up to you out of the sampan, and who
brought us that fish afterwards.  Why, I believe that he would have done
anything for you."

"I believed once that he was going to do something for me, my dear."

"Now, don't talk nonsense, my dear," said Mrs Morley.  "I told you not
to talk about that."

"You did, Mary.  But it was an awkward position; wasn't it, Minnie?"

"I agree with aunt, uncle, that a lot of it was invention."

"Oh, it wasn't invention, Archie.  It was an awful position for a poor
surgeon."

"I haven't heard anything about this," said Archie.

"Well, it was like this, my boy.  He was about one of the biggest and
fiercest fellows that I have seen here.  There was only one good thing
about him: he could speak bad English.  He came up here one day and
tried to make me understand that he was in terrible pain.  But that was
plain enough, for as soon as he was in my room he began stamping about,
pointing to his mouth."

"What! had he got the toothache?" said Archie.

"Yes--one of those awfully bad ones; and twice over he clapped his hand
to his waist and uncovered the handle of his kris as if he meant to use
it.  It quite startled me."

"Now, Henry, pray do not exaggerate so.  I do wish you wouldn't be so
fond of ornamenting your anecdotes."

"Well, really, my dear, if I didn't touch up a story a little bit, young
Maine here wouldn't be able to grasp it."

"Was he in such pain, then, sir," said Archie, "that he wanted you to
think he would kill himself?"

"Yes, my lad; and being such a fierce-looking fellow, he made me feel
quite nervous, for twice over he looked as if he was going to use a kris
on me, and I began to look round my bottles for something to use in
self-defence."

"Chloroform, I suppose," said Mrs Morley sarcastically.

"No, my dear; something much stronger than that."

"That's a new improvement, Henry," said Mrs Morley.

"There, she won't let me tell you, Archie.  You ask me, and I will tell
you the story some day when we are alone."

"Oh no, Doctor; you have raised my curiosity, and I want to hear it
now."

"Oh, pray go on," said Mrs Morley.

"Well, don't interrupt me, then."

Minnie and Archie exchanged laughing glances, and the Doctor went on:

"Well, I got him down in a chair, and as he lay back he opened his mouth
and displayed a tremendous set of the biggest and whitest teeth I ever
saw."

"Ahem!" coughed Minnie, with a merry look at Archie.

"Fine, healthy-looking man he was, but he had the regular savage Malay
look in his eyes; but I gained courage directly I saw what was the
matter.  There was one great double tooth which was evidently the cause
of all the trouble, and I knew at once that he would have no peace till
it was drawn.  There was a position for a medical man!  And I could not
help feeling that I was quite at his mercy.  I went to a drawer and took
out an instrument, and as I approached him he glared at me more savagely
than ever, and laid his right hand once more upon the ugly, pistol-like
hilt of his kris.  Now, sir, what would you have done under the
circumstances?"

"Bolted," said Archie laconically.

"I don't believe you," said Minnie.

"What! and left two defenceless women at his mercy, sir?  That won't do;
will it, Mary, my dear?"

"Well, then," said Archie, "I should have called in old Sergeant Ripsy
and a couple more men to hold him.  Or why didn't you give him a dose of
something to send him to sleep?  But I know.  You got tight hold of the
tooth and tugged it out."

"How are you going to get tight hold of a savage's tooth when you can
see him ready to pull out his kris, and your hands are trembling like
banana-leaves in a storm?"

"Well, I should have asked him to give me the kris to put away in case
of accidents," said Archie merrily.

"Ask a Malay to give you his head to put away in case of accidents!"
cried the Doctor sarcastically.  "No, sir; I took my courage in both
hands and approached him."

"Why, you were holding the instrument in one hand, sir," said Archie
merrily; and Minnie laughed.

"Ah, you are getting too sharp, sir," cried the Doctor.  "But I can tell
you it was nervous work, and for a few minutes I felt sure that if I
operated on him he would operate on me; and if I had thought of it at
the time, I think I should have called in my wife to stand sentry with a
revolver."

"Oh dear me!" sighed Mrs Morley, as she drew some work out of her
handbag.

"Well," continued the Doctor, "I got a good hold of the tooth at last,
gave a wrench--"

"And out came the tooth," said Archie quickly.

"No, it didn't, sir; and as I stood over the man, looking down into his
fierce eyes, he snatched his hand from his waist, and I turned cold, for
I felt it was all over, when in an instant up came the other hand, and
both of them closed over my wrist, giving me such a wrench that it quite
startled me; and it was then that the tooth came out."

"And the toothache was cured, sir?" cried Archie.

"Minnie, my dear," said Mrs Morley quietly, "do you notice any
difference in that story since your uncle told it last?"

"Yes, aunt; it is much more flowery than it used to be."

"Flowery!" growled the Doctor.  "Why, Archie, my lad, that story is as
true as true.  Indeed, I should have been able to show you the great
tooth as a proof, only the man took it away.  He was one of my first
patients when I came here; and I never had any fee."

"For shame, Henry!  The man is always bringing you fruit or fish.  I am
sure that he would do anything for you."

"Well, yes," said the Doctor, "he has been grateful in his way; but I
never feel sure that those fellows will not make use of their krises."



CHAPTER FIVE.

THE OFFICERS' WASHING.

"Oh, here you are, Mrs Smithers.  Aunt was saying just now that she
wondered you had not been up.  I told her perhaps it was on account of
the hot weather, for it has been terribly trying."

"Oh, bless your heart, Miss Minnie!" said the tall, sturdy,
buxom-looking woman who had just set down a big basket in the veranda,
"the weather doesn't make no difference to me.  Whether it's hot or
whether it's cold, I have got to get my bit of washing done; though I am
a bit tried when it comes to that mounsoon, or mounseer, or whatever
they call it, when it's such strange, hard work to get the things dry.
But even then it ain't fair to complain, for the soft water's lovely,
and plenty of it.  But I am late again this week, and it has been very
hard work to get the officers washed.  'Tain't half-an-hour since I took
young Mr Maine's home to his quarters.  I hope your aunt ain't cross
with me."

"Oh no, she's not angry.  She knew there must be some good reason.  We
were half-afraid you were ill."

"Not me, Miss Minnie!  I've never no time to be ill; and if I had been,
no matter how bad I was I should have been up here to the Doctor for one
of his exhibitions, as he calls them.  I've brought his white suit,
miss, and it looks lovely.  Shall I show it you?"

"I know how it will be, Mrs Smithers," said Minnie, smiling.  "I am
glad there has been nothing wrong."

"Oh, don't you be glad, miss.  It's sorry I am."

"Why, what's the trouble?"

"Trouble, miss?  Oh, my master again.  He will never be happy till he is
having the Rogues' March played over him, and the buttons that I keep
sewed on tighter than those of any man in his company cut off his
beautiful uniform, and him drummed out as a disgrace to the regiment."

"Dear, dear!" said Minnie.  "I am very sorry, Mrs Smithers."

"Yes; I knowed you would be, my dear, if you will forgive me for calling
you so.  You see, I have known you so long as such a dear, sweet young
lady, with no more pride in you than there is in one of our Jenny-wrens
at home."

"But what is the matter, Mrs Smithers?" said Minnie hastily, in an
effort to change the flow of the bronzed, burly woman's words into
another direction.

"You needn't ask, my dear.  The old thing."

"What! surely not drinking again?  I thought he had taken the pledge,
and that Sergeant Ripsy had promised you that he would keep a sharp eye
over your husband."

"Oh yes, miss, that's all right; and he daren't go to the canteen, for
they wouldn't admit him.  But what's the use of that when he can manage
to get some of that nasty rack, as they call it, from the first Malay
fellow he meets?  I'd like to rack 'em!"

"It's such a pity," said Minnie.  "Such a good soldier as he is, too.
I've heard Mr Maine say that there isn't a smarter-looking man in his
company; and my uncle praises him too."

"Praises him, my dear!" said the woman, looking at the speaker
round-eyed.  "Praises him!  A-mussy me, what for?"

"He says he's such a fine-looking man."

"Fine-looking?  Oh yes, he's fine-looking enough," said the woman
scornfully.

"And that he is so strong and manly and hearty, and that he never wants
to come on the sick-list."

"Sick-list!  No, my dear, he dursen't.  He knows only too well that your
dear uncle would know at once what was the matter with him."

"But he's such a smart-looking fellow--so clean, Mr Maine says, that he
is quite a pattern to the others when he comes on parade."

"Oh yes, that's all right, my dear; but who makes him smart?  Who cleans
his buttons and buckles, and pipeclays him, but his poor wife?  Why,
many's the time I have had to flannel his face and hands before he went
on parade."

"Well, well," said Minnie compassionately, "let's hope he will improve."

"Improve, my dear?  I've give up hopes.  He says that the climate don't
agree with him, but when we was at Colchester he used to say he was
obliged to take a little to keep off the colic, for the wind off the
east coast was so keen; and the same when we were in Canada.  That was
when we were first married, and I was allowed to come on the strength of
the regiment, many long years ago, my dear; and I have done the
officers' washing ever since, or I don't know what we should have done.
Then when we came out to Injy and it was so hot, he used to say if he
didn't have a little something he should be a dead man, because it was
so horrid dry; and now we are stationed here he sticks out that he only
takes a little to keep off the jungle fever.  Any one would think he was
fighting against being invalided home, but he don't deceive the
Sergeant, and he tells me that Joe will go too far one of these days;
and he will break my heart if he does, and I'm always in a skeer as I
think and think and wonder how far he will have to go before being sent
home.  I don't know what's to become of me if I am sent there.  Home,
sweet home, they calls it, Miss Minnie.  I suppose you would like to
go?"

"Well, for some things, yes, Mrs Smithers; but I am very happy here."

"Of course you are, my dear.  You are so young and pretty and good."

"Oh, nonsense, Mrs Smithers!  I am very happy here because I think aunt
likes me being companion to her, and dear uncle wouldn't like me to go
away."

"Of course he wouldn't, my dear, bless him! for he's a good, true man,
though he does talk a bit hard sometimes, and every one likes him.  See
how good he is to all these Malay folk, who have no call upon him at
all.  Oh dear! it will be a hard time for every one when you do go away.
I know I shall about cry my eyes out."

"But I am not going away, Mrs Smithers," said Minnie laughingly.

"Not going away, my dear?  No, not this week, nor next week, nor next
year perhaps.  But you needn't tell me; it would be against Nature for
you to stop here always.  Such a young lady as you can't be allowed to
do as she likes.  All the same, though, my dear, I should be glad to see
you go home."

"You would, Mrs Smithers?"

"Yes, my dear, for I don't think it's nice for English womenkind to be
out here amongst these betel-chewing, half-black people, going about in
their cotton and silk plaid sarongs, as they call them, and every man
with one of those nasty ugly krises stuck in his waist.  Krises I
suppose they call them because they keep them rolled-up in the creases
of their Scotch kilt things.  I often lie in bed of a night feeling
thankful that I have got a good, big, strong husband to take care of me,
bad as he is.  For my Joe can fight.  Yes, I often feel that we
womenkind aren't safe here."

"Oh, for shame, Mrs Smithers!  Who could feel afraid with about three
hundred brave British soldiers to take care of them?"

"I could, miss, and do often.  It's all very well to talk, and I know
that if these heathens rose up against us our British Grenadiers would
close up and close up till the last man dropped.  But what's the good of
that when we should be left with no one to take care of us?  Oh, my
dear! my dear!" said the woman, with a look of horror crossing the big
brown face.

"Mrs Smithers, you must have been upset this week, to talk like that."

"I--I 'ave, my dear; and it's a shame of me to stand here putting such
miserable ideas into your head; but I had a very hard day yesterday, for
my Joe had been extra trying, and I couldn't get a wink of sleep, for
after being so angry with him that I could have hit him, I lay crying
and thinking what a wicked woman I was for half-wishing that he was
dead; for he is my husband, my dear, after all, and--Morning, ma'am--I
mean, good-afternoon," cried the woman respectfully.  "I am so sorry to
be late this week, and I hope the Doctor's quite well."



CHAPTER SIX.

ARCHIE OPENS HIS EARS.

The mess dinner was over, and the officers were sitting back by one of
the open windows, dreamily gazing out at the dark jungle and breathing
in with a calm feeling of satisfaction the soft, comparatively cool air
that floated up on the surface of the swift river.

It was very still, not a word having been spoken for some time; not a
sound came from the native campong, while it was hard to believe that
within touch of the mess-room there were the quarters of nearly three
hundred men.  But once in a while something like a whisper came from the
jungle, suggesting the passing through its dense tangle of some
prey-seeking, cat-like creature.  But no one spoke; though, in a
half-drowsy way, those seated by the window and a couple of dark figures
outside in the veranda were straining their ears and trying to make out
what caused the distant sounds.  Then some one spoke:

"Asleep, Archie?"

"No.  I was trying to make out what was that faint cry.  Do you know,
Down?"

"Didn't hear any faint cry."

"Listen, then."

"Can't.  Deal too drowsy.--Lots of fire-flies out to-night."

"Yes; aren't they lovely?--all along the river-bank.  They put me in
mind of the tiny sparks at the back of a wood fire."

"A wood fire?  What do you mean--a forest on fire?"

"No, no; at home, when you are burning logs of wood and the little
sparks keep running here and there all over the back of the stove, just
like fireworks at a distance."

"Ah, yes, they do look something like that, just as if the leaves of the
overhanging bushes all burst out into light."

"Yes," said Archie; "and when the soft breeze blows over them it seems
to sweep them all out."

"Good job, too," said Captain Down.  "We get heat enough in the sunshine
without having the bushes and the water made hot by fire-flies."

"It's wonderful," said Archie.

"Wonderfully hot."

"No, no; I mean so strange that all those beetles, or whatever they are,
should carry a light in their tails that they can show or put out just
when they like, and that though it's so brilliant it is quite cool."

"Rather awkward for them if it was hot, in a climate like this.  They
look very pretty, though."

"Lovely!" said the subaltern enthusiastically.  "I don't know when I
have seen them so bright.  You can trace out the whole course of the
river as far as we can see; and there above, the sky looks like purple
velvet sewn all over with stars, just as if they were the reflections of
the fire-flies."

"Bosh!" said Captain Down, striking a match to light a cigar.

"Why bosh?"

"Fancy--poetry.  I think I shall have a nap.  It's too hot to smoke."

"Don't."

"What! not smoke?"

"No; don't go to sleep.  You will get fever."

"Who says so?"

"The Doctor."

"Oh, bother!"

"Now then, what do you say to going as far as his bungalow and telling
the ladies that the river has never looked more beautiful?"

_Plosh_!

"Beautiful river!" said the Captain mockingly.  "Like to take them on it
perhaps in a boat?"

"Well, it would be very nice, with a couple of good men to pole it
along."

"Of course; and every moment expecting to see the horrible snout of one
of those brutal beasts shoved over the side to hook one out."

"Nonsense!" said Archie impatiently.

"Nonsense?  Why, they often upset a boat when they are hungry, and lay
hold of a nice, juicy native, to take him down and stuff him in some
hole in the bank to get tender for the next feed."

"Oh, they would never attack a boat when men are splashing about with
poles."

"Well, you don't catch me taking ladies out on a dark night, unless it's
in a big dragon-boat with plenty of men on board; and then I should like
to have a gun."

"They are horrible beasts," said Archie, "and I wonder that the Malay
fellows don't try to exterminate them."

"Ah!  Go in pluckily and make a decent use of those crooked krises of
theirs.  There would be some sense in having them poisoned then."

"Old Morley says he has never seen a kris-wound turn bad, and he has
doctored scores.  Says it's all fudge about their being poisoned."

"Well, he ought to know," said the Captain; "but there's no go in these
Malay fellows.  I don't believe they would stir even if they saw one of
their women snatched off the bank where she had gone to fetch water."

The officer had been giving his opinions in a low, subdued voice, and
Archie Maine was about to break out in defence of the people amongst
whom they were stationed; but he closed his half-parted lips, for the
silence within the mess-room was broken by the voice of the Resident,
who suddenly broke out with:

"To go on with what I was saying at dinner--"

"Eh?" said the Major drowsily; and the two young men in the veranda
turned slightly, to see, by the light of a faintly burning lamp, the old
officer alter his position and re-spread a large bandana silk
handkerchief over his head as if to screen it from the night air.  "What
were you saying at dinner?"

"About its seeming such an anomalous position."

"What's an anomalous position?" said the Major more drowsily.

"Why, for me to be supposed to be here, for diplomatic reasons, to
advise Rajah Suleiman as to his governing his people, and to have you
and your strong detachment stationed at the campong."

"Anomalous!" said the Major, with a chuckle.  "I call it wise.  See what
emphasis a body of fighting-men can give to your advice."

"Oh, but that's dealing with the natives by force."

"Very good force too, old fellow; for I don't believe that thick-lipped,
sensual--looking fellow would take much notice of what you say if we
weren't here."

"Yes; but I want to deal with them by moral suasion."

"Rifles are much better.  There's no occasion to use them; it's their
being at hand if they are wanted that will do the trick."

"I don't think it's necessary," said Sir Charles firmly.  "I am getting
on very well with the Rajah, and he listens to everything I advise with
the greatest attention."

"Glad to hear it," said the Major, with a grunt; "but it seems to me
that he pays a deal more attention to that French chap than he does to
you."

"Think so?" said Sir Charles sharply.

There was silence for a few minutes.

"Let's get up and stroll round the lines," whispered Archie.

"Sha'n't.  'Tisn't time for visiting posts."

"But they'll wake to the fact that we are listeners."

"Let 'em.  They ought to know we are here."

"But they are talking business," whispered Archie.

"Well, it's our business as much as theirs.  Are you afraid that
listeners will hear no good of themselves, and the Major will bring in
something about your last prank?"

"No;" and the lad twitched himself a little round in his cane chair,
which uttered a loud squeak; and the Resident went on:

"Yes, that fellow is rather a nuisance.  His bright, chatty way and
deference please the Rajah; and I suppose you are right, for he's always
proposing something that amuses the stolid Malay, while my prosing about
business matters must bore him."

"I believe he's an adventurer," said the Major.  "Don't like him."

"Well, he doesn't like you, Major; so that balances the account."

"I don't know.  What's he here for?"

"Oh, he's a bit of a naturalist and a bit of a sportsman.  Glad of a
ride through the jungle on an elephant.  Glad of his board and lodging.
Bit of a student he thinks himself in his dilettante, Parisian way.  Oh,
there's no harm in him."

"So much the better," said the Major.  "But what about that other
fellow--what's his name?--Hamet?"

"Ah-h!" ejaculated the Resident, expiring his breath rather sharply,
almost in a hiss.  "I am rather doubtful about that fellow.  I'm afraid
he's an intriguer."

"Why, there's nothing to intrigue about in this jungle."

"Don't you make any mistake, Major.  There's as much intriguing going on
in this half-savage country as there is in Europe.  That fellow Hamet,
on the strength of his European education, is very anxious to be friends
with me, and his civility covers a good deal."

"Good deal of what?" said the Major.

"Politics."

"Politics!  Rubbish!"

"Oh no, my dear sir; not rubbish.  This long, narrow Malay Peninsula is
cut up into countries each ruled over by a petty Rajah, and these
half-savage potentates are all as jealous of one another as can be.
Each Rajah is spoiling for a fight so as to get possession of his
neighbour's territory, and if we were not here one or the other of them
would swallow up Suleiman's patch, and he, knowing this, submits as
pleasantly as he can to the rule and protection of England, which keeps
them safe."

"Do you think, then, that this young fellow Hamet has any of these
grasping ideas?"

"Think?  I am sure of it.  He wants to be very friendly with me; and
what for?"

"Well, I suppose," said the Major, "he thinks you would be a very good
friend, and lend him a company or two of men to help him against one of
his grasping neighbours.  What do you say?"

"Between ourselves," said Sir Charles, lowering his voice, "I think he
goes further than that.  He has his eye on Suleiman's rich territory,
and would like me to help him to sit in Master Suleiman's place."

"Ho, ho!" said the Major.  "And what do you say to that?"

"Nothing," said the Resident shortly.

"Here, let's go," whispered Archie; and he started up from his chair,
whose bamboo legs scraped loudly over the veranda floor.

"Who's that out there?" said the Major sharply.

"Down, sir, and Maine."

"Oh," said the Major; and then, "Is it any cooler out there?"

"No, sir," said Archie sharply.  "I thought it was getting rather warm."

"Is any one else out there?" said the Resident, leaving his chair and
stepping through the Malay French window out into the sheltered spot.

"No, sir," said Archie.

"None of the servants within hearing?"

"No, sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite, sir," said Archie, as he laid his hand upon one of the
creeper-covered supporters of the roof.

"That's better," said Sir Charles; and, followed by the Major, he began
to stroll along past the mess-room windows towards where a sentry was on
duty, watchful and silent, while Archie and Captain Down turned in
another direction.

"You needn't be so precious thin-skinned about hearing what Sir Charles
said to the old man.  I don't see why it should not be confidence for
us, and--Well, what's the matter?  Giddy?"

Archie responded by gripping his companion tightly by the wrist, and the
two young men stood listening to a faint rustling away to their left,
till every sound they could hear came from behind them, where their
commander and the Resident were still talking at the end of the veranda
in a low tone.

"Hear that?" said Archie.

"Yes.  Cat or some prowling thing smelling after the remains of the
dinner."

"If it had been anything of that kind we shouldn't have heard its velvet
paws."

"Perhaps not.  What do you think it was, then?  Not a tiger?"

"No; I thought it must be one of the Malay fellows--a listener."

"Not it.  What would be the good of his listening to a language he
couldn't understand?"

"I don't know," said Archie.  "Some of these Malays are very deep.
Hadn't we better say something to the Major?"

"Rubbish!  No!  Why, if it had been some one lurking about, the sentry
would have seen him."

"Yes," said Archie thoughtfully.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

JOE AND THE CROCS.

About an hour after the last conversation Sergeant Ripsy was giving a
few final words of command to the little squad of men whom, to use his
own words, he was about to plant, as if they were so many vegetables, at
different points about the cantonments, in accordance with the strict
military rule kept up, just as though they were in an enemy's country
and it was a time of war.

Arms were shouldered, and there was a halt made here, and a halt made
there; and this was repeated until a sentry had been stationed at six
different points, where the guard could have full command of so many
muddy elephant-paths leading away into the black jungle, as well as of
two well-beaten tracks which commanded the river.

It was at the latter of these that the Sergeant, whose task was ended
until the hour came for rounds, paused to say a few words to the sentry,
a well-built fellow who looked as upright as the rifle he carried; and
before speaking Sergeant Ripsy glanced through the clear, transparent
darkness of the night to right and left, up and down what seemed to be a
brilliant river of black ink, which rippled as it ran swiftly, and
sparkled as if sprinkled with diamonds, from the reflections of the
stars; for, strangely enough, the fire-flies, which had been so frequent
amongst the overhanging vegetation, had now ceased to scintillate.

"Here, you, Corporal Dart, hold up that lantern.  A little higher.  Now
left; now right.  That will do."

The non-com, who knew his Sergeant's motive, had opened the door of the
swinging lantern, and flashed it to and fro so that its light fell
athwart the stolid countenance of the sentry, who stood up--as rigid as
if he had been an effigy cast in bronze.

"You have been drinking again, sir."

"Not a drop, Sergeant," said the man gruffly.

"What's that?" came fiercely.

"Not a drop, Sergeant; nor yesterday nayther."

"Smell him, Corporal."

_Sniff, sniff_, from the Corporal, accompanied by a mild chuckle from
the remains of the strong squad.

"Silence in the ranks!" roared the Sergeant.--"Well, Corporal Dart?
Report."

"Onions, Sergeant; not drink."

"Faugh!  Lucky for you, Private Smithers, for there's going to be no
mercy next time you are caught."

"Well, but, Sergeant, this is now, and it aren't next time."

"Silence!  A man who is going on duty must keep his tongue still.  Now
then, you know the word and what's your duty.  Sentry-go until you are
relieved.  Strict watch up and down the river, for no boat is to land.
If the enemy come, take him prisoner; but you are not to fire without
cause."

"Without what, Sergeant?"

"Cause, idiot.  Don't you know your own language?"

_Plosh_!

"Oh, there's one of them big scrawlers.  Keep your eyes open, and don't
go to sleep."

"All right, Sergeant."

"Don't be so handy with that tongue of yours, sir.  Listen, and don't
talk.  Do you know what will happen if you do go to sleep?"

Private Smithers thought of the many scoldings--tongue-thrashings he
would have called them--which he had had from his wife, and in answer to
the Sergeant's question he drew himself up more stiffly and sighed.

"I said, sir, do you know what would happen if you went to sleep?"

Private Smithers sighed again, deeply, and thought more.

"Do you hear what I said, sir?" roared the Sergeant.

"Yes, Sergeant; but you said I wasn't to speak."

"On duty, sir."

"Am on duty," growled the private.

"Well, I said speak, but I meant chatter," cried the Sergeant.  "You may
speak now, and answer my question.  I said do you know what would happen
if you went to sleep?"

"Yes, Sergeant."

"Well, what?"

"Snore," growled the man.

"Yah!  You are turning into a fool.  Don't you think you would fall down
if you went to sleep?"

"No, Sergeant.  When I go off on duty I always stand stiff as a ramrod."

"Oh!  Then you confess, sir, you do go to sleep on sentry?"

"Think I did once, Sergeant, but I warn't sure."

"Well, now then, look here.  You are the most troublesome man in your
company, and you are not worth your salt, but your commanding officer
doesn't want to put the War Office to the expense of sending you home;
and I don't want to have to put a fatigue party to the trouble of
digging a hole for you in this nasty, swampy jungle earth, with more
expense caused by the waste of ammunition in firing three volleys over
your grave."

"No, Sergeant; that would be 'ard."

"Bah!  Of course not," growled the Sergeant.  "I made a mistake.  You
wouldn't be there to bury, because as sure as you stand there, and go to
sleep, one of them twelve-foot long lizardly crocs as you have seen
hundreds of times lying on the top will be watching you, with his eyes
just out of the water, and as soon as ever you are fast he will crawl
out and have you by the leg and into the river before you know where you
are.  So if that happens, be careful and leave your rifle ashore."

"Yes, Sergeant, I'll mind," said the man coolly.

"Silence in the ranks!" cried the Sergeant again, for there was the
beginning of a chuckle.--"Now then," he continued, "that's all.  Don't
forget the word--Aldershot; and--oh, keep a very sharp lookout for
boats, for that's the only way an enemy can approach the campong--Eh,
what?" said the Sergeant, in response to a growl.

"What shall I do, Sergeant, if one of them big evats comes at me?  Am I
to fire?"

"Fire?  No!  What for?  Want to alarm the camp?"

"No, Sergeant.  I don't mind tackling a real enemy, but if it was one of
them scaly varmints he would alarm me."

"Never mind; you are not to fire."

"Well, what am I to do, then, sir?"

"Fix bayonets and let him have it.  Tenderest place is underneath."

"Well, but, Sergeant, how am I to get at him underneath?"

"Silence, sir!  You, a British soldier who has had the bayonet exercise
drilled into him solid for years, ask your officer how you are to use
your weapon if it comes to an engagement!  You will be wanting to know
how to pull your trigger next.--Right about face!  March!  Left incline.
Forward!"

_Tramp, tramp, tramp_, growing fainter and fainter till it died out; and
then Private Smithers said, "Hah!" making a great deal of it, and then
sighed and smacked his lips as if thirsty, for the water was rippling
pleasantly in his ears.  Then, grounding arms, he began to feel in his
pocket, and dragged out a soda-water-bottle, which felt soft, for it had
been carefully stitched up in very thick flannel to guard it from the
consequences of casual blows.  On his twisting the cork, the neck
emitted a peculiar squeak, followed by a gurgling sound, which lasted
till the bottle was half-empty, by which time the thirsty private had
become fully conscious of its contents.

"Yah!" he ejaculated as he snatched the bottle from his lips.  "Cold
tea!  Weak--no milk, of course; but you might have put in a bit of
sugar."  Then replacing the cork, he gave the yielding stopper so
vicious a twist that the neck emitted a screech which sounded strangely
loud in the black silence of the night, and was followed by a heavy
splash and the sound of wallowing about a dozen yards away.  Then,
apparently from just below the bank of the river a little higher up,
there was a horrible barking sound such as might have been uttered by a
boar-hound with a bad sore throat, and then _whop_, as of a tremendous
blow being struck on the surface of the water, followed by the hissing
_plash_, as of a small shower of rain.

"Murder!" muttered Private Smithers in a hoarse whisper, as he finished
corking the bottle by giving the neck a slap, stuffed it quickly into
the pocket of his tunic, and then brought his piece up to the ready and
began to back slowly from where he had been stationed.

"This is nice!" he growled, as he released his right hand to draw the
back across his reeking brow.  "Glad the missus ain't here.  He warn't
gammoning me, then.  My, how thirsty I do feel!  It's the perspiration,
I suppose.  Here, how plaguy dark it is!  Course I've seen these 'ere
things before, but it never seemed so bad as this.--Not fire?  Won't I?
Why, if I made out one of them things coming on up the bank, it 'ud be
enough to make a decent piece go off of itself.  Anyhow, it's fixed
bay'nets, my lad; but I wonder whether the tool would go in.  Phew!
What does that mean?  This is a blessed unked place, and it's getting
darker and darker.  It aren't fair to a British soldier to put him on a
job like this."

As the man spoke he looked sharply to right and left and out into the
river, fixing his bayonet the while.

"Do you hear that, you beggars?  You come on, and you will get the
bullet, and a dig as well.  A-mussy me, I do wish it was relieve guard!
And I have got to stop here facing this till daybreak almost.  It's
enough to make a fellow feel ill.  I wonder what the missus would say if
she knew.  Hates--bless her!--hates me to touch the least taste of rum,
but if she'd have knowed what I'd got to go through to-night she
wouldn't have left out the sugar, and she would have put in a double
lashing of something strong to keep the heart in her old man, as she
calls me--when she's in a good temper," he added after a pause, during
which he stood breathing hard and trying to make out whence came each
splash or lash of a reptile's tail.

"Talk about facing the enemy," he muttered; "I don't wish old Tipsy any
harm, but I should like him to have this job.  It 'ud take some of the
starch out of him, I know.  Well, what's to be done?  There ain't so
much as a tree to get behind.  The Red Book says you ain't to expose
yourself unnecessarily to the enemy; but what's a fellow to do? if I go
padding up and down there, it's like saying to them, `Here I am; come
on.'  And they can see one so--them right down in the water and me high
up on the bank.  Let's see; what did the missus say?  Out of two evils
choose the least.  Well, I know what it is for desarting your post, and
that must be leaster than having one of them beggars getting hold of a
fellow by the leg and pulling him under water.  So hook it, I say; and I
might manage to sneak back before rounds."

Private Smithers stood thinking and watching, hearing many a startling
sound of the reptiles with which the river swarmed, evidently fishing
after their fashion; and over and over again he took aim and nearly
fired at some imaginary monster that appeared to be crawling out of the
water to mount the bank.  But after straining his eyes till they seemed
to ache, he always ended by lowering his piece again and forcing himself
to walk up and down his measured beat.

"I never knowed a hotter night than this," he muttered, as he took off
his cap and wiped his dripping forehead; "and I do call it hard.  I
can't sneak off, because as soon as I was out of the way, as sure as I
am alive somebody would be making extra rounds, so as to drop upon a
fellow and ketch him when he ain't there.  I can feel it in me to-night
as old Tipsy would know it and drop upon me as soon as I had gone; and
'tain't being a soldier neither," the poor fellow half-whimpered.  "I
suppose it's cowardly; but who can help it, hearing them ugly, slimy
things chopping the water and gnashing their teeth at you?  I want to
know what such things as them was made for.  Talk about Malays and
pisoned krises!  Why, I would rather meet hundreds of them.  You could
bay'net a few of them, for they are soft, plump sort of chaps; but these
'ere things is as hard as lobsters or crabs, and would turn the point of
a regulation bay'net as if it was made of a bit of iron hoop.  I sha'n't
never forget that, Mr Sergeant Tipsy," he continued, addressing the
jungle behind him as he looked in the direction of the cantonments.
"The underneath's the tenderest part, is it?  Just you come and try it,
old 'un.  Savage old tyrant--that's what you are.  Only just wish I was
Sergeant Smithers and you was Private Ripsy.  I'd make you Private Tipsy
with sheer fright, that I would, and so I tell you.  No, I wouldn't," he
grumbled, as he cooled down a little.  "I wouldn't be such a brute, for
the sake of your poor missus.  Ugh!" he growled, as he seemed to turn
savage; and he went through the business of shouldering arms, with a
good deal of unnecessary energy, slapping his piece loudly, and then
stamping his feet as he marched up and down the marked-out portion of
the bank, a little inward from the landing-place.

"I don't care," he muttered recklessly.  "I can't see you, but I can
hear you, you beauties!  Come on if you like.  My monkey's up now.
Fire!  I just will!  It will only be once, though, and then s'elp me,
I'll let whichever of you it is have it with a straight-down dig right
between the shoulders--one as will pin you into the soft earth.  I'll do
for one of you at any rate, and then let them come and relieve guard.
Relieve guard, indeed, when there won't be no guard to relieve!  And old
Tipsy won't have any more trouble with poor old Joe Smithers.  Nay, my
lad, put it down decent, as perhaps it's for the last time.  Private
Joseph Smithers, 3874, and good-bye, mates and comrades, and bless the
lot of you!  Poor old missus!  She'll miss me, though, when she wants
the water fetched, but it will only be larky Peter Pegg doing it twice
as often; and she will be independent-like, for she always washes his
shirt for him every week--a cheeky beggar!  But somehow I always liked
Peter, in spite of his larks as Mr Maine put him up to--chaffing and
teasing a fellow.  But he never meant no harm.  You see, it seemed to
make us good mates running in company like, for when the Sergeant wasn't
dropping on to him he was letting me have it, to keep his tongue sharp.
Yes, Peter Pegg will miss me, for they won't find Joe Smithers when they
come; and if I desart my post, how can I help it if I am pulled under?
But I won't desart it till I am.  There," he cried, stopping suddenly in
his angry soliloquy; and pulling up short, he stood ready, looking
inward, forgetting the splashings of the reptiles, which were repeated
from time to time.  "What did I say?  'Tarn't rounds yet, and I should
have been ketched, for here's some one coming.  Out of regular time,
too.  One of the officers, for that spot of light's a cigar.  Well, glad
to see him.  Company's good, even if you're going to be pulled under by
a croc.  Wonder who it is."



CHAPTER EIGHT.

A STRANGE PRISONER.

Private Smithers had not long to wait, for as the glow of the burning
cigar came nearer he challenged, the customary interchange took place,
and then Archie Maine took up the conversation with--

"Who's that?  You, Smithers?"

"Yes, sir."

"I say, you have got a lonely watch here to-night.  Heard any
crocodiles?"

"Heerd any crocodiles, sir?  Just you listen!"

"My!" exclaimed Archie.--"I say, Down, why, it can't be those reptiles,
is it?  What a row!"

"There's no mistake about it," said the Captain.  "Why, they must be
having a party."  For the wallowing and splashing grew louder than ever.

"Here, I know what it is," cried Archie merrily.  "They can smell
Private Smithers here.  He's such a big, well-fed chap that they have
gathered together for a feast."

"Yes, sir; that's it," said the man.

"But they haven't been going on like this before, have they?"

"Just as bad, sir, all the time; and every now and then one of them
barks at me just like a wolf."

"Just like a wolf?" said the Captain.  "What do you know about wolves?
You never kept a wolf."

"No, sir.  They are not the sort of things I should like to make a pet
dog on; but I've heerd them lots of times in Canady heigh-ho where they
chase the buffalo."

"Ah, to be sure.  You have been in the regiment longer than I have.
Well, these brutes are going it!  Why, Maine, we ought to have brought
our guns and had some shooting."

"Too dark to see them."

"Why, what a noise!  And they have been going on like this all the time
you have been on duty?"

"Yes, sir; it's been precious cheerful."

"But what have you done?"

"Oh, just kep' on the move, sir, so as to baffle them a bit when they
seemed disposed to come ashore and join one."

"But surely you haven't seen any of them come ashore?"

"Well, sir, to be downright honest, it's been too dark to see 'em; but
I've seemed to feel one of 'em crawling ashore now and then; and then I
always went right to the end of the beat, so as to get as far off as I
could."

"I say, Down, this is horrible!" said Archie.

"Thank you, sir," said the man.  "It ain't been nice."

"Nice--no!" said the Captain.  "It seems like planting a sentry to act
as a bait to draw the brutes ashore."

"I don't think, however, that they would attack a man who was on the
alert," said Archie.

"I shouldn't like to risk it," said the Captain, "however much I were on
the alert."

"But the Doctor says from long experience he never knew them attack any
one moving about.  Of course he says he wouldn't answer for the life of
a man who was lying asleep close to the river's edge, and we know that
they will pull in a woman bathing, or who has waded in to draw water."

"Yes," said the Captain, "I can answer for that.  Why, they will seize
an ox that has walked in to drink.  But this is not right.  The Major
would be angry if he knew of a single sentry being stationed so close to
the water as this on a dark night.--Look here, Smithers; move in yonder
a bit--up to that hut we just passed.  You can well command the
landing-place from there, I think?"

"Yes, sir; thank you, sir.  No boat could land there without my hearing
and seeing it."

"Well, then, move up there; and when Sergeant Ripsy comes to relieve
guard, tell him I changed your position, and that a sentry must not be
posted here again on a dark night."

"Thank you, sir," said the private.  "It has been awful, sir."

"Awful--yes, my lad.  Well, we are three of us now, but I don't feel at
all eager to stay.  However, you will be quite safe there--eh, Maine?"

"Oh yes.  The heavy, lumbering brutes are not likely to travel up
there.--Seen or heard anything else, Smithers?"

"No, sir.  I shouldn't think anybody else would want to come."

The officers stood talking to the man a few minutes, and then turned off
to return to their quarters, while Private Smithers hugged himself with
satisfaction as he picked up the still burning half-cigar the officer
had thrown away, carefully put it out, and deposited it in his
cartridge-box.

"You will do to cut up fine for finishing in a pipe to-morrow, my
jockey," he said.

He stood listening till the faint sounds of his visitors' voices had
completely died away, and then he settled himself by the hut.

"This is jolly," he muttered.  "One's safe enough here.  That's a
capital lookout, for one quite looks down on the water.  Yes; no boat
could come up here without my hearing it, and I should see any one
paddling along.  Well, I will say this: our officers are gentlemen, and
never want you to do anything that they wouldn't do theirselves.  Glad
the Captain was there too, for I don't suppose Mr Archie Maine would
have ventured to change my place.  But I do know what he would have
done.  I'd bet anybody sixpence, if there was anybody here to bet with
and I'd got one, that he'd have stopped to keep me company and--I'm
blessed!  What's that?"

The man was standing beneath the spreading eaves of the palm-tree and
bamboo hut, quite sheltered by the darkness, and he turned his head on
one side to listen, for quite plainly from somewhere up the river, and
apparently right under the bank on the other side, he heard the sound of
paddles, as if a big boat were approaching.

"Why, I shouldn't wonder," he thought to himself, "if that boat has been
hanging about there waiting till there was no one on the shore.  Blessed
if I don't think they heard us talking and fancy our officers have took
the sentry away.  Well, I shall jolly soon know.  How rum!  It must be a
big boat; and it's scared the crocs away, for I can't hear them a bit
now.  All right; I'm ready for you, whoever you are.  Not fire, eh?  But
I'll tell 'em I will if they don't give up.  I wonder who it is.  Only
fishermen perhaps; but it will give one something to do."

He drew himself a little closer beneath the projecting attap roof, which
extended three or four feet over the sides of the hut, and then felt
startled, for suddenly there fell upon his ears, evidently coming from
somewhere inland, a rustling sound of footsteps, accompanied by the hard
breathing of some one suffering from over-exertion.

"Boat coming ashore!  Some one coming down to the landing-place!  What
does this 'ere mean?" muttered the sentry.  "Well, it's only one;" and
he peered carefully from his shelter, trying to make out the approaching
figure.

But it was too dark, and he waited a full minute before stepping out
boldly; and his rifle gave a loud _click, click_, as he cried:

"Halt!  Who goes there?"

His answer was a sharp half-cry, half-gasp of astonishment, and the loud
breathing became quite a pant, like that of an excited dog.

"Here--yes--it--is--all right," came in rather a high-pitched voice, the
accents being those of one not fully accustomed to the English language.

"Well, what's the word?" cried Smithers, who, with his piece presented,
found himself close up now to a slight man of middle height, wearing a
sun-hat, dressed in knickerbockers, and apparently having a
fishing-creel slung from one shoulder, something like a tin case from
the other.

"The--the--word?" he answered.

"Yes.  What's the word?"

"Oh yes; it is all right," faltered the new-comer, with a half-laugh.
"I was just going down to my boat.  What a dark night!"

"Oh yes, it's dark enough," growled Smithers; "but what's the word?"

"The word?  Oh yes.  Good-night--good-night."

"Halt, I tell you!" cried the sentry in a deep tone.  "That's not the
password."

"Oh no; but that does not matter, my good friend.  I tell you I am going
down to the pier to my boat, which is waiting for me."

"Rum time to be going to meet a boat," growled Smithers; "and there's no
boat waiting there.  Can't you hear?  They are paddling away down-stream
as hard as eater they can."

The stranger uttered a sharp ejaculation of impatience.

"Oh, this is foolish--absurd!" he exclaimed; and his hands began to busy
themselves about his waist.

Private Smithers might have been the worst man in his company, but
somehow drill had made him a keen soldier and a good sentry.

"Hands up," he cried sharply, "or I fire!"

"Oh!" cried his visitor sharply, "don't be so foolish.  Did you think I
was going to do something?"

"Yes, with a revolver, whoever you are.  I nearly drew trigger, and you
not two yards away."

"Oh!" said the stranger, with a gasp.  "It is foolish nonsense, and you
have frightened away my rowing-men.  Don't you know me?"

"No."

"I am a stranger.  I come out in the forest to-night to collect the
beautiful moths--butterflies, you call them.  I have some in this case."

"It's all dark," said Smithers sourly.  "Gammon!  No one can see to
catch butterflies at night."

"Ha-ha!  You are a wise man.  You English are so sharp.  Look; I will
show you."

"You had better mind what you are doing, sir, or my rifle may go off."

"What do you think of me, my friend?  See here.  There are many great,
beautiful butterfly moths here in this grand forest."

"Yes; and if you come when the sun shines, with a net, you can catch
lots."

"Yes; and I come at night.  I put sugar on the trees.  The foolish moths
fly round to eat; and then I open this little lanterrne, which is not
burning now, and then I see to catch the beautiful moths."  As
Smithers's visitor spoke, he tapped the dimly seen tin case slung under
his right arm.  "If I had time I should show you, sir.  But my boat is
waiting.  I go down to the pier place and hold up my hand.  My men see
me, and come and take me off."

"And all in the dark, mister," said the sentry in his gruffest tones.
"But you are not going down to the pier place to hold up your hand, and
your boatmen are not coming to take you off."

"I do not see what you mean, sir.  I say they do come to take me off."

"Oh, do you?" growled Smithers.  "And I say they don't come to take you
off, because my orders are to let no boat come in; and what's more, you
are my prisoner."

"Your prisonare, sir!" cried the visitor.  "You make joke."

"Oh no, that's no joke, mister," said Smithers.  "That's only obeying
orders."

"But, sir, I insist.  I desire to go much."

"Can't help it, sir."

"Then what go you to do?  You dare to say you shoot at me?"

"No, sir; not unless you try to run away.  My orders would be to stop
you, and I should fire at your legs; and it might hurt you very much.
But whether it did or whether it didn't hurt, you wouldn't run any more
to-night."

"Sir," said the visitor pompously, "you talk like madness.  If you do
not let me go down to my boat I shall report you to your officer."

"Yes, sir; that's what I mean you to do."

"What do you mean?"

"He will be here by-and-by to relieve guard, and then you can say what
you like, and he will take you to our Major."

"What!  Faith of a gentleman, this man is too much mad!  But there, I
forget myself.  You like a glass of rack-ponch?"

"Yes, sir, I like it."

"Then I have none here; but I have in my pocket a Chinese dollar.  It is
worth shillings.  You get many glasses of rack-ponch.  You take it?" and
as he spoke he thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out in the
darkness a broad piece.

"It won't do," said Smithers.  "You will be only getting me into more
trouble, mister."

"You will not take it?"

"Not me."

"Then I shall keep it and spend it myself."  With a good deal of
gesticulation the speaker thrust the coin back into his pocket, and gave
it a heavy slap.  "Now, you say to me that my boat is gone, and you say
that my men could not see me if I hold up my hand?"

"That's right, sir."

"Very well.  You are very clever, but I know also two or three things.
I shall go down to the pier, and call out to my men, `Ahoy!' and then go
into the water and swim till they pick me up and put me in a dry place
in the boat.  Now, what do you say to that?"

"Only this, mister.  What do you think your men, if they come, will pick
up?"

"Me--myself, sir, with my butterfly moths and my little lanterrne."

"Ho!" said Smithers dryly.  "And what about the crocs?"

"I do not understand."

"I see you don't," said the sentry.  "What about the great crocodiles
that have been waiting about there all night?"

"The crocodile!" said the visitor; and it was not light enough to see,
but the stranger's jaw dropped, and he remained silent till Smithers
spoke again.

"Understand that, mister?"

"Yes; you say that to frighten me.  You talk one minute about using your
_fusil_ to shoot me, and I am not afraid.  Then you say you throw me to
the crocodile, and still I am not afraid."

"Then look ye here," said Smithers, "you just give me that little pistol
thing you were going to pull out."

"What!  Sir, I re-fuse."

Smithers stuck the mouth of his rifle against the stranger's
breast-bone, and pressed upon it heavily.

"Sit down," he said.

"I will not sit down!  I re-fuse."

"Mind," said Smithers.  "I don't want this rifle to go off."

"You dare--you dare not shoot," cried the visitor; but as he spoke he
began to subside slowly, as if still mentally resisting, till the sentry
raised his foot quickly, gave a sharp thrust, and his prisoner went down
suddenly upon his back, with the sentry's right foot upon his chest.

"Now then, no nonsense.  Hand up that pistol."

The prisoner's hand went rapidly to his waist as if with the intent of
snatching out and making use of his revolver, but quick as a flash the
sentry's rifle was pressed down harder now, close up to the man's
throat.

"That's right," said Smithers.  "Now drop it."

There was a few moments' hesitation, and then the revolver fell softly
upon the earth just beyond the shelter of the attap mat.

The next moment Smithers had raised his foot and kicked the pistol
aside, but with an unexpected result, for one chamber exploded with a
loud bang.

"I've done it now," said Smithers to himself.  "As for you, you lie
still;" and he held his piece pointing still towards his prisoner while
he cleverly retrieved the revolver.  "Look here," he said, "I had orders
not to fire, only if it was wanted particular.  Well, I haven't fired,
but they will hear that shot and be coming down before you know where
you are."

"What!" cried the prisoner, starting up in a sitting position.

"Look ye here," cried Smithers; "do you want me to have an accident?"

"No, no; I want you to let me give you many dollars.  You must let me go
before your officers come."

"Nothing of the kind, sir.  You must talk to them when they come.  You
are my prisoner, so just lie still."

As the sentry was speaking the notes of a bugle were ringing out upon
the silent night.  Hurrying feet could be heard, and it was evident that
the night alarm had set the occupants of the cantonments buzzing out
like the bees of a hive.

"They don't know which sentry it was," thought Smithers, and he was
raising his piece to fire and bring the relief to his side, when it
struck him that he should be leaving himself defenceless if his prisoner
should make a dash to escape.

"Second thoughts is best, says the missus," he muttered, and taking the
revolver from his pocket, he fired it in the air, and after a short
interval fired again.

"That's done it," he said to himself.--"Hullo! what's the matter with
you?"  For his prisoner was rocking himself to and fro as if in pain,
and grinding his teeth.

Directly after there was the light of a lantern showing through the
trees, shouts were heard and answered by the sentry, and a strong party
of the men, led by Captain Down and Archie, surrounded them.

"What's wrong, Smithers?" cried the Captain eagerly.

"Took a prisoner, sir."

"Corporal, a light here," cried Archie; and the man doubled up to throw
the rays of the lantern upon the prisoner's face as he now rose to his
feet.

"The Count!" cried Archie.

"Yes, sir.  Your stupid sentry, he make a John Bull blunder--a mistake."

"A mistake?" said the Captain.  "Why, how come you here?"

"Only I have my lanterrne and collecting-box, and come down the river to
catch specimens of the beautiful moth for the naturalists at home in
France.  I land from my boat, and the boat come to take me away; but
your sentry man re-fuse to let me go."

"Collecting--lantern!" said the Captain.

"Yes, sir.  Look.  I fear my beautiful specimens are spoiled in the
pannier here.  He use me very bad."

"You mean that you were collecting moths?" said Archie dubiously, as he
recalled the rustling sounds he had heard below the veranda that night.

"Yes, sir," said Smithers gruffly.  "I suppose it's right, what he says,
about collecting.  Here's one of his tools;" and he handed the
beautifully finished little revolver to the young officer.

"Humph!" grunted the Captain.--"Well, sir, I'm sorry if our sentry
behaved roughly to you, but he was only obeying orders, and you ought to
know that you had no business here."

"All a mistake, Captain.  You will please make signals for my boat to
come."

"All in good time, sir," said the Captain, in response to a nudge given
by his subaltern; "but you must come up first and make your explanation
to the Major."

"What!  It is not necessary, sir."

"You think so, sir?" said Captain Down.  "I and my brother officer think
it is."

Directly after the relief party and their prisoner were on their way to
headquarters.



CHAPTER NINE.

THE MAJOR ON HEDGING.

"Look here, Dallas," said the Major; "I think your diplomacy and arguing
and writing despatches is a great nuisance."

"You will think better of it some day, sir," said the Resident.

"Never!" said the Major warmly; and his ruddy, sun-browned face grew
redder, while his stiff, silvery-grey moustache and short-cut hair
seemed to bristle.  "Of course I know you must have troubles, sir, with
other nations, and people like these Malays, who are subservient to us;
but when they come, let's fight and bring them to their senses.--What do
you say to that, Archie Maine?"

"Spoken like a soldier, sir," cried Archie quickly.

"Good!" cried the Major.  "Your writing despatches and minutes and
red-tape and all the rest of it to a fellow like that Rajah Suleiman is
all waste of energy.  Here you are supposed to be guiding him."

"I hope and believe I am guiding him, sir," said the Resident coldly.

"Bah!  He and his people are growing more impudent every day.  It's
bound to end in a blow-up.  These imitation Scotch niggers in their
plaid sarongs, as they call them, will be getting up a big quarrel with
my men with their bounce and contempt for my well-drilled, smart
detachment.  Here's every common, twopenny-halfpenny Malay looking down
upon my fellows, while there isn't one among my lads who isn't a better
man than their Rajah.  There will be a row some day; won't there,
Archie?"

"I expect so, sir," replied the lad, who was listening to the
conversation, and felt rather amused.

"I sincerely hope, Major, that you give strict injunctions to your
officers and men about doing everything to avoid coming into collision
with the natives and their traditions."

"You leave me alone for that, sir.  I think I know what to do with my
lads.  You would like me to confine them to barracks, I suppose?"

"Well, I should be very strict with them, sir."

The Major grunted.

"I know," he said.  "Some of you diplomatic people think British
soldiers ought to be kept shut up in cages until they are wanted to
fight.  Don't you criticise me, sir.  I have had a good many years with
my lads, and they are pretty well in hand.  If you come to criticising,
you will set me doing the same with your methods.  I shouldn't have let
that French chap--Count, as he calls himself--go off so easy as you did
the other day."

"What could I do, sir?  He is a friend of Rajah Suleiman, and his guest.
I communicated with the Rajah, and he answered for him at once,
complained of his arrest, and demanded that he should be allowed to
return to the Palace at once."

"Palace!" growled the Major.  "Why, my lads could knock up a better
palace in no time with some bamboo poles and attap mats."

"The natives are accustomed to simplicity in the building of their
homes," said the Resident coldly.

"Oh yes, I know," growled the Major; "but I want to know what that
fellow was sneaking about our cantonments for in the dead of the night."

"My dear sir," said the Resident, "his explanations were quite
satisfactory.  He is here studying the natives preparatory to writing a
book about the manners and customs of these people, and he is collecting
various objects of natural history, as he showed us."

"Yes; half-a-dozen moths with all the colour rubbed off their wings.  Do
you mean to tell me that that chap is catching those insects for
nothing?"

"I am not ashamed to say that when I was young I used to collect
butterflies, and if I am not very much mistaken, our friend Maine here
has done the same thing."

"Oh yes, lots of times," said Archie.

"Of course," said the Major; "every boy does, some time or other.  I did
myself.  But I am as sure as sure that Monsieur the Count is playing a
double game, and I have been thinking a deal, Archie Maine, about you
and Down hearing that rustling as if somebody had been listening outside
the veranda to what we were saying."

"But I couldn't be sure, sir, that it was the Count."

"Count be hanged!  It makes me feel savage.  Say Frenchman, boy.  No,
you couldn't be sure, of course; but it couldn't have been one of the
natives.  They daren't have done it, with the sentry close at hand; and
it looks very strange that he should be caught later on in the night
going down to the landing-place, with a boat waiting for him.  Once
more, sir, what do you say to that?"

"That I felt bound to be satisfied with the gentleman's explanation,
sir."

"Gentleman!" said the Major sourly.  "I believe he's a mischievous
hanger-on, and I should like to see him sent right away.  There, I've
done.  As you, in your diplomatic fashion, would say, the debate is
closed."

"Yes," said the Resident, smiling, as he uttered a sigh of relief.
"Why, Major, it has made you quite cross."

"Not a bit, not a bit; only a little warm.  But while we are talking, I
do think a little more might be done in support of your position as Her
Majesty's representative.  And mind this, Dallas; I am not saying it
unkindly, but really on account of the way in which your friend the
Rajah swells himself out and behaves to me and my officers."

"Well, I must confess that his assumption of _hauteur_ and the disdain
which he has exhibited towards you on more than one occasion has annoyed
me very much; but I set it down to his ignorance of England and our
power."

"Yes," said the Major; "and I have seen him treat you in a way that has
made me ready to kick the scoundrel out of the place, when he has been
here."

"Well," said the Resident, "you must make allowances for the natural
pride and conceit of these men.  We know that they are half-savages,
while they, as armed fighting-men accustomed to their petty wars amongst
themselves, most likely look down upon us as half-barbarian people, whom
they hope some day to subject in turn."

"Yes, that's it," said the Major.  "But what I say is, we must teach
them better."

"Well, that's what I am trying to do," said Sir Charles.  "But I am
trying the _suaviter in modo_, while you want to practise--"

"Yes, I know," said the Major; "the good old way: the _forti_--what's
its name?--What is it, Archie?"

"I forget, sir.  _Fortiter_ something."

"Can't you combine the two?" said the Major.  "Let them see something of
our strength, Dallas.  They certainly are getting more impudent and
independent.  Now, there's the question of our rations and supplies.
The simple country-people are all right, and are glad to bring in all we
want, and quite content with what we pay.  But this Suleiman's people
interfere with them and frighten them; and it's a bad sign, Dallas.
What do you say to my arresting one of the most interfering of the
Rajah's men and letting my fellow's give him a good flogging?"

"For goodness' sake don't dream of such a thing!"

"Then matters will go from bad to worse.  You are too easy."

"And you are too hard, Major."

"All right; you are one side and I am the other.--Here, Maine, you are a
very stupid boy sometimes."

"Yes, sir," said Archie dryly.

"What's that?  Now, that's a sneer, sir; but let it pass.  I was going
to say, sir, you have got your head screwed on right, and sharp boys can
see what's best sometimes.  Now, speak out.  I don't know why this
discussion has been going on before you, but you have been taking it all
in ever since we have been talking.  Now then, speak out.  Who's right--
Sir Charles or I?"

"Oh, nonsense!" said Sir Charles.  "I protest!  You are his commanding
officer, and he is bound to vote for you."

"He'd better not," cried the Major, with his grey moustache seeming to
bristle.  "If he doesn't speak out honestly what he feels I will never
forgive him.--Now, Archie, who's right--your father's old schoolfellow
or the Resident?"

"Both, sir," said the lad sharply.

"What!" roared the Major.  "You are hedging, sir, and I didn't expect it
from you.  I wanted you to say exactly what you felt."

"Well, I am going to, sir; only you cut me off so short.  I think you
are both right, and both wrong."

"Well, don't you call that hedging, sir?" cried the Major, looking
hotter than ever.

"No, sir.  I think Sir Charles gives way too much to these people, these
proud followers of the Rajah; but I think it would be disastrous and
unfair if you tried force."

"Humph!" grunted the Major; and the Resident frowned.

"Well, sir," said the Major, "have you any more to say?"

"Yes," replied Archie thoughtfully.  "I have mixed a good deal with the
Rajah's people, and they are all very civil to me, but I never feel as
if they are safe, and I often think that they are waiting for a chance
to use the krises they keep so carefully covered over."

"There, Sir Charles!" said the Major, smoothing down his bristling
moustache.  "It's coming."

Archie did not seem to hear the remark, and he went on thoughtfully:

"I think as Major Knowle does, sir, that, out of sheer ignorance, they
don't believe how powerful we are.  You see, they are all armed; every
man has a kris; and they are going about with those nasty razor-bladed
spears that they can throw so accurately.  Most of them carry the point
in a sheath, but it is a sheath that they slip off in a moment, and then
it is a most horrible, deadly weapon."

"Quite true," said Sir Charles thoughtfully.

"And then it seems to me, sir, that they feel a sort of contempt for our
men, who are armed when they are on duty, but as a rule go about without
so much as a bayonet; and even if they did carry that by way of
side-arms, it's only a poor, blunt sort of thing that in their eyes does
not compare with the kris."

"Don't you disparage army weapons, sir, that are sanctioned by the War
Office and the wisdom of the great Department," growled the Major.

"No, sir, I don't wish to.  But I was thinking that we ought to do
something to teach these ignorant people how ready and well provided we
are in case of any trouble."

"Of course," said the Major; "we must do something."

"Better wait patiently," interposed Sir Charles, "until we have real
cause for using our weapons; and then I am quite for punishing them
severely."

"Stitch in time saves nine," said the Major emphatically.  "Why not nip
the thing in the bud?"

"Why not?" continued Archie, who, now he was started, gained confidence
every minute and did not seem disposed to stop.

"Why not what?" said the Major.

"Have a grand parade, sir.  There's the Queen's Birthday next week."

"Yes," said Sir Charles.

"Eh?" grunted the Major.  "Grand parade?  You mean make a bit of a show?
Full review order, and the band?"

"I'd finish off with that, sir," said Archie; "but I'd have every man
out, and get up a thoroughly good sham-fight, burn plenty of powder,
make everything as real as could be, and after plenty of firing and
evolution, form in line and deliver a regular good charge."

"Yes," said the Major, "there's something in that.  But what's the good
of doing it with only the people of the campong to look on?"

"Oh, I wouldn't do it shabbily, sir.  I think, in honour of Her
Majesty's birthday, Sir Charles ought to give a big banquet here, and
invite both Rajah Suleiman and Rajah Hamet to come in force with their
followers, and after the sham-fight have it all arranged that their
people shall be well feasted."

"But the expense--the expense, sir!" cried Sir Charles.

"You go on, Archie Maine," said the Major.  "Capital!  Hang the
expense!"

"But all these things have to be considered, sir," said the diplomat
rather coldly.

"Yes, sir; and I am considering them," said the Major.  "I think the
plan's excellent.  It will be killing two birds with one stone.  I'll
make it so real that we shall overawe the people, and please them and
make them more friendly, at one stroke.  Why, it will be worth in
prestige twenty times as much as the money it will cost."

"Then you think we ought to do it, Major?"

"Think we ought to do it, Dallas?" said the Major in astonished tones.
"Why, of course.  Don't you?"

"I think it's worth consideration, certainly, but I am not for coming to
a rash decision."

"Rash!" said the Major hotly.  "I don't call that rash.  What is there
rash in it?"

"Several things occur to my mind," said the Resident.

"Never mind the several; let's have one," said the Major, with the
facial muscles making his moustache twitch sharply.

"Well, sir, we are few in number.  Would it be wise to invite these two
Eastern princes to come here in force and well-armed, so that they could
combine and try to sweep us out of existence?"

"What! when our men are hot with excitement and ready to smell mischief
in a good sham-fight?  I should just like to see them try--eh, Maine?"

"Yes, sir," said Archie, with his eyes twinkling.  "I think they would
make a mistake."

"Yes," said the Major, leaning forward to give the boy a slap on the
knee that made him wince.  "And what about your despised British
bayonets then--eh, sir?  Eh?"

"Ah!" said the Resident thoughtfully.

"Oh, nonsense, nonsense, Sir Charles!" cried the Major.  "Come, I think
this is a grand proposal, and I can only see one failing in it."

"What's that, sir?"

"That I didn't think of it myself.  Why, my dear sir, it's splendid; and
I tell you what, we have got a pretty good supply in store.  Our fellows
shall give them a grand _salvo_ of rockets at night from boats in the
river, by way of a finish off, the band playing `God save the Queen' the
while, with plenty of big drum."

"And you might make the campong people illuminate all their boats on the
river," said Archie.

"Capital!  Of course!" cried the Major.

"Humph!  Yes," said Sir Charles.  "And I might send in my invitation
despatch a request to the two Rajahs to arrange that their nagas shall
be well hung with lanterns."

"Hear that, Archie?" said the Major, chuckling.  "He's coming round."

"Well, yes, on further thought," said the Resident, "if such a _fete_
were made of the matter it would be a great attraction, and must impress
not only the followers of the two Rajahs, but the inhabitants of every
campong within reach.  But I am afraid--"

"I'm not," said the Major.

"I was going to say, of the expense."

"Oh, hang the expense! as I said before," cried the Major.  "Let's do it
well, and think about the cost later on.  I say that these people,
bloodthirsty as they are, quarrelsome, and generally spoiling for a
fight, are such children at heart that they would be delighted, and
believe more than ever in the followers of her they call the Great White
Queen.  Now, Sir Charles, are you with me?"

"Yes, Major," said the Resident, "I must confess that I am."

"Settled," said the Major, drawing himself up.  "The Queen's Birthday,
then.  We haven't much time to spare.--What's that?" he continued, as
Sir Charles left the Major's quarters, where the above discussion had
taken place.  "What's that you say--it might be dangerous to bring the
followers of those two fellows together, seeing what enemies they are?
I never thought of that, Maine."

"You see, they began using their krises, sir, that night of the mess
dinner."

"Humph!  Yes.  Then they were hanging about with nothing to do but growl
at each other.  Oh, I don't think we need study that, my lad.  You see,
their attention will be taken up--plenty to see, plenty to eat and
drink--and we shall have all our lads under arms and prepared for any
little _emeute_.  Oh no, my lad, we won't seek clouds where there are
none.  All the same, we'll be prepared."



CHAPTER TEN.

PETER TURNS MAHOUT.

It was the morning appointed for the review, the preparations having
been all made on the previous day; and the _reveille_ rang out, making
Archie Maine turn over upon his charpoy bed with an angry grunt, for
instead of unbuttoning his eyelids he squeezed them up extra tight.

"Mr Archie, sir, don't you hear the call?"

"Hear it?  Yes.  What does it mean?"

"Look sharp, sir.  I'm putting your things straight.  Tumble up and
tumble in."

"Be quiet, you noisy rascal!  What does it all mean?  I say, we are in
the middle of the night!"

"Not it, sir.  Do look sharp, sir."

"But what for?"

"It's because of the review, I suppose, sir.  The lads are all tumbling
up as if there was some alarm.  I ain't half dressed."

"Alarm!  Nonsense!  Sha'n't get up till the regular time."

"Hi!  Hullo, Maine!" and Captain Down's voice was heard outside.  "Are
you nearly ready?  Company's all turned out."

"Ready--no!  What's the matter?"

"Don't quite know, but I think we are being attacked.  The watch have
come in with news that a strong party of the Malays are approaching by
the forest path, out beyond the campong."

"What stuff!" cried Archie, beginning to dress sleepily.  "It's the
country-people coming in to see the show.--Here, you, Peter Pegg, why
don't you get a light?  Who's to see to dress?"

"Slip into your things, man," cried the Captain irritably.  "No
nonsense.  Recollect where we are."

"Oh, all right," grumbled Archie.  "I know it's only a false alarm."

"False alarm or no, the Major was half dressed before I came on here."

"Oh, all right," grumbled Archie again; "I'll manage.--Pete," he
whispered, "try to get me a cup of coffee."

"Who's that?" cried the Captain.

"Sergeant, sir--Ripsy," came in that non-com's deep, important voice.

"Well, what's up?"

"Well, sir, they may be coming to see the review, but it don't look like
it.  There's a strong body of well-armed natives just the other side of
the campong, and they may be friends or they may be enemies, but we have
got to be ready for them, anyhow.  You see, sir, it don't look right,
because if they had been friends they would have been coming down the
river in their boats.  These 'ere must have been marching all night; and
they have got elephants with them."

Whatever the body of Malays was, short as was the notice given, they
found that the English cantonments were well guarded, and those who
approached beyond the native village, where the main body had halted,
were stopped before they could get any farther.

It was quite dark, and the whole appearance of the body of men suggested
a night attack; but before long native messengers came into camp with a
message from the chief officers of Rajah Suleiman to say that they had
had a long night march so as to reach Campong Dang before sunrise, on
account of the heat, and asking that they might be furnished with
refreshments for His Highness, and be given permission for the elephants
to be brought into camp by their mahouts, to be placed in the shade of
the trees by the parade-ground while the grass-cutters went out for
their food.

Messages then began to pass to and fro, and invitations were sent to the
Rajah and his officers to join the officers' mess at breakfast and rest,
as it would be hours before the military evolutions would begin.

The excitement and bustle quickly calmed down; pickets were stationed,
with orders that none of the Malays were to come into camp; and the
mess-men were almost ready to announce breakfast, when the Doctor came
bustling on to the scene, and one of the first people he stumbled
against was Archie.

"Oh, here you are," he cried, hastily fastening one or two buttons of
his white flannels.  "Just the fellow I wanted to see."

"Morning, Doctor.  How are you?" replied the lad.

"Bad.  Up nearly all night with a couple of sick people, and I was at
last just sinking into a pleasant doze when those wretched bugles began
to ring out.  All your doing."

"My doing, sir?"

"Yes--upsetting our regular routine.  It will be just as I expected when
the Major arranged for tins absurdity.  As if Her Majesty couldn't have
a birthday without everybody going mad with a desire to get sunstroke."

"Have some breakfast, sir," said Archie quietly.  "You will feel better
then."

"Better, sir?  Bah!  Nothing the matter with me now.  Eh, what?  Is the
coffee ready?  Can't be.  These princes and potentates haven't all come
in yet, and I suppose we shall have to wait for them."

"No, you won't, sir.  Captain Down and some more of us who will have to
be on duty have got a snug corner to ourselves, and we are going to have
a snatch meal before going out."

"Oh," said the Doctor in a more mollified tone.  "Then there is somebody
here blessed with brains!  Who was it--Down?"

"No, sir; if I must confess," cried Archie, "it was I."

"Oh," said the Doctor.  "Then you must have been thinking of number one,
sir."

"No, Doctor.  My fellow, Peter Pegg, got me a cup of coffee an hour
ago."

Matters soon settled quietly down, and the swarthy-looking Rajah
Suleiman, in gorgeous array and attended by quite a staff of his
notables--Maharajah Lela, Tumongong, Muntri, Lakasamana, and the rest of
them--was haughtily partaking of an excellent breakfast, with a string
of followers behind the chairs of him and his suite--pipe-bearers,
betel-box carriers, and other attendants; while a picked guard of his
finest men in a uniform of yellow satin, all armed with the lim-bing or
throwing-spear and kris, were drawn up in the veranda, carefully
watching over their lord in the mess-room, and as carefully watched over
themselves by a guard of quiet-looking linesmen with fixed bayonets.

It fell to Archie's lot to be near the clump of trees beneath which the
half-dozen splendid elephants that brought in the Rajah were being fed
and groomed.

They had come in covered with mud from their journey along the narrow
forest path formed of a line of deep mud-holes made by the elephants
themselves, every one of the huge animals invariably planting his feet
in the track of the one which had preceded him.  Their trappings during
the journey had been carefully rolled-up, and now hung with the howdahs
from horizontal branches of the sheltering trees.

As soon as it was light the great beasts had been marched down by their
attendants to the landing-place for a swim, and brought out again back
to the shelter to be carefully groomed, and now stood partaking
contentedly of their morning meal, prior to being decked with their gay
howdah-cloths and other trappings.

One of the first men that Archie encountered was Peter Pegg, who was
standing watching the mahouts, who in turn were overlooking the
attendants whose duty it was to groom the Rajah's stud.

"How is it you are not on duty?" he said.

"Am, sir," said the lad.  "The Sergeant put me here to keep a heye on
these helephant chaps and see as they don't get quarrelling with t'other
Rajah's men."

"Why, they have not come yet, have they--Rajah Hamet, I mean, and his
people?"

"Oh yes, sir; and they are out yonder--helephants and all.  Joe Smithers
is doing the same job with them."

"Did you see the Rajah?"

"No, sir," replied the lad; "only 'eerd he was there.  I am to be
relieved to go to breakfast in a hour's time."

Archie nodded and went on.  The hour passed, and Peter, who had no
further orders, forgot all about breakfast in the deep interest he took
in the proceedings of those who had the elephants in charge; while as he
waited for the bugle-call which would summon him to the ranks, he stood
watching the finishing touches being given to the elephants, now
browsing on the plenteous supply of fresh green leafage thrown before
them by the grass-cutters, and began to make friends with the mahouts.

He tried one after the other, but on each occasion only to meet with a
surly scowl.

He was going to cross to the man in charge of the finest of the
elephants--a little, sturdy fellow, who only looked on while the
attendants were busy over the showy trappings, the edgings of which
glistened with a big bullion fringe, and who himself was showily dressed
in the Royal yellow, which suggested that this must be the Rajah's own
mount.  Pete took a step towards him, but shrank back as if it were not
likely that this chief among the others would receive his advances any
better, when a voice behind him made him turn his head sharply, to find
that Joe Smithers, now for the present off duty, had likewise been
attracted by the elephants, and had strolled up for a look.

"Why didn't you come for your breakfast, comrade?" he said.

"Oh--wanted to see these 'ere;" and then, as an idea struck the lad on
noticing the canvas haversack slung from Smithers's shoulder, he said
quickly, "What you got in your satchel, comrade?"

"Only bread-cake."

"Give us a bit."

"Take the lot," said Smithers.  "I don't want it.  Only in the way.  A
drink of water will do for me."

Pegg gave him a peculiar look as he hurriedly transferred two great
portions of the regimental bread to his own haversack.

"Thank you, comrade.  I say--got any 'bacco?"

"Yes; but I want that."

"Never mind.  Give it to me, Joe.  I'll pay you with twice as much
to-morrow."

Without hesitation Mrs Private Smithers's husband handed over a roll of
about two ounces of tobacco.

"Thank you," said Pegg.  "Now you shall see what you shall see."

Peter shouldered his rifle, marched straight up to the gaudily attired
mahout, looked him up and down admiringly, pointed at his handsome
turban, smiling the while as if with satisfaction, and then tapped the
gilded handle of the ankus the man carried, drawing back and looking at
him again.

"Well, you do look splendid," he said.

The swarthy little fellow seemed puzzled for the moment, but Peter
Pegg's look of admiration was unmistakable, especially when he walked
quickly round the mahout so as to see what he was like on the other
side, before saying:

"Have a bit of 'bacco, comrade?"

Not a word was intelligible to the little, bandy-legged fellow, whose
supports had become curved from much riding on an elephant's neck; but
there was no mistaking the private's action as he took out the roll of
tobacco, opened one end so as to expose the finely shredded aromatic
herb, held it to his nose, and then passed it on to the mahout, whose
big, dull, brown eyes began to glisten, and he hesitated as if in doubt,
till the private pressed it into his hands and made a sign as if of
filling a pipe and puffing out the smoke.  The little fellow nodded his
satisfaction, while Peter Pegg smiled in a friendly way and pointed to
the huge elephant, which had ceased munching the turned-over bundle of
green food at his feet, and now stood swinging his head to and fro and
from side to side.

"My word," said Peter, "he is a beauty!"  And then, looking about him
first at one and then at another until he had bestowed a glance upon the
other five great beasts, he turned once more to what proved to be the
Rajah's special mount, and then spoke again to the little mahout.

"He is a beauty," he said; and once more his looks conveyed to the
driver the admiration he felt.  "May I feed him?" he added, taking out a
piece of the white bread he had obtained, and making a sign as if
holding it out to the elephant.

The mahout looked doubtful, but the elephant himself answered Peter
Pegg's question by slowly raising his trunk, reaching out and closing it
round the new white bread, prior to curving it under and transferring it
to his mouth.

The mahout nodded and smiled at his new friend, and the elephant showed
his satisfaction by extending his trunk for more.

"You are a splendid old chap," said Pegg, breaking another piece of
bread inside his haversack and offering it to the monstrous beast, now
slowly flapping his great ears.

This was taken, and bit by bit Peter doled out another portion of the
white cake, venturing at the same time to stroke the animal's trunk.

"I'll risk it," he said.  "If he tries to knock me over I can easily
jump away."

But the elephant made no sign of resentment, only transferring the piece
of bread and extending his trunk for more.

"Here you are," said Peter; "only you can't have any more goes.  Wish
I'd got a dozen quarterns, though.  I want to mount you, old chap, and
hang me if I know how to set about it.  However, here goes; only I must
look sharp."

The next minute as the elephant's trunk was extended to him he gave it
another scrap of the bread, and followed this up with a few friendly
touches, which the monster seemed to accept in a friendly way, before
transferring the bread; the mahout looking on smilingly the while.

The trunk was raised slowly again, and the mahout uttered a few words,
with the result that the private had to make a strong effort over self
to keep from starting away from an expected blow; but in obedience to
the driver's words the great beast slowly passed his trunk over the
young soldier's shoulders and breast, and then, grunting, swung up the
end as if asking for more of the bread.

"Only two bits more," said Peter; and he turned to the mahout and made
signs to him that he should mount to the elephant's neck.

The young soldier hardly expected it, but his meaning was so well
conveyed that the mahout uttered a command, when the elephant passed his
trunk round the driver, swung him up, and dropped him easily into his
seat, raising his ears the while, and then lowering them over the
rider's knees.

"Bravo!  Splendid!" cried Pegg, clapping his hands; and the next minute,
after another word or two which the elephant evidently understood and
obeyed, the little mahout dropped lightly down and stood smiling at his
admiring audience.

It was not Peter Pegg's words, but the meaning must have been conveyed
by his eyes to the mahout, for Peter said excitedly:

"There, I'd give a suvron, if I'd got one, to be able to say to our
chaps that I'd had a ride on a helephant like that;" and then, to his
surprise, the mahout looked at him, smiling, uttered a few words to him,
and held out his hand.

"Eh?  What?" cried Peter.  "Let you hold my rifle?  Well, I oughtn't to;
but there aren't no officers near.  There, I'll trust you, and I wish I
could tell you what I want."

To his surprise and delight, as the mahout took hold of the rifle and
examined it curiously, uttering another order to his great charge, Peter
Pegg felt the great coiling trunk wrap round his waist, swing him up in
the air, and drop him astride of the huge beast's neck.  "Oh, but, I
say, this 'ere won't do," cried Peter; "I am wrong ways on:" and
scrambling up from sitting facing the howdah, he gradually reseated
himself correctly, nestling his legs beneath the great half-raised ears.
"My word! ain't it nice and warm?" cried the young soldier excitedly.
"Shouldn't I like to ride round the camp now!--I say, Joe, ain't this
prime?"

His comrade, who had been looking on admiringly, uttered a grunt, which
was followed by an order from the mahout, resulting in the elephant
reaching up his trunk, which coiled round the young soldier's waist,
twitched him out of his seat, and dropped him at the driver's feet.

"Here, just a minute," panted the young soldier, thrusting his hand into
his haversack and withdrawing the last bit of bread.  "Here you are, old
chap;" and he transferred the piece to the raised trunk, which he patted
again and again before it was withdrawn.--"Thankye, comrade.  You will
find that prime 'bacco, and here's wishing I may see you again."

"Now, Pete," growled Smithers, for the first notes of the bugle-call
rang out.

"All right.  Give us my rifle, comrade.  I'm off."  Catching the rifle
from the mahout's hand, he followed Smithers at the double; but he
contrived to give one glance back at the magnificent beast upon which he
had been mounted, with a strange feeling of longing for his lost seat.



CHAPTER ELEVEN.

FULL REVIEW ORDER.

"Ah, there you are, Knowle!" cried the Resident, bustling up to the
Major, who was marching slowly towards the parade-ground in full
uniform, carrying his sword under the left arm.

"Yes, here I am.  Look all right?"

"Oh yes, yes," said the Resident impatiently.

"Don't show any spots, do I?"

"Spots?"

"Yes; this confounded, hot, damp climate--specks of mildew on my best
uniform.  I say: you look capital, Dallas," continued the Major, running
his eye over the Resident's official dress.  "That's the best of you
young fellows; you only want a wash and a brush up, and you are all
right.  Get to my age, sir, and--"

"Oh, don't talk like that, Major.  I was not thinking about uniforms."

"Eh, weren't you?  I was.  I don't mean about myself, but look at my
lads.  Aren't they splendid, in spite of all the knocking about and
wear?  But what's the matter?  Not well?"

"No, sir; I am not well."

"Poor old chap!  There's plenty of time; toddle up to the bungalow.  Old
Morley will give you a pick-me-up, and set you right in no time."

"I have been there, sir."

"Oh, that's right," said the Major, with a chuckle.

"For I am very anxious about the ladies there, and the other women we
have in our charge, and I feel more than ever that we have been guilty
of a great error of judgment."

"Eh?  What about?"

"What about, sir?  Look around you."

"Eh?  Well, we have plenty of company, but I don't see any error of
judgment."

"Why, my dear Knowle!  Company!  Look at the crowd."

"Well, we shall keep them back so as to allow plenty of room for the
evolutions."

"Yes; but, let alone the country-people, every man with his kris, there
are the military followers of those two Rajahs in full array."

"Military!  Phit!  My dear Dallas!"

"Ah, you laugh, sir.  Why, roughly speaking, each of those two chiefs
has got a following of about five hundred men--say a thousand."

"Yes, I dare say," said the Major; "but they are not all together."

"No, they are divided so that we have a strong force on either side.
You despise them; but have you thought of the consequences that might
follow our being enclosed by two such bodies of men?"

"Oh yes," said the Major coolly.  "Might.  But, my dear boy, have you
thought of the consequences that might follow if I told my lads to close
up and face outwards, and began to deal with our visitors?  Look at
them," he continued, as he pointed towards the perfectly drilled
detachment drawn up in the centre of the parade-ground waiting for the
order to commence the evolutions connected with the military display.

"Oh yes, they are everything that could be expected from a handful of
British infantry."

"Handful, sir!  Why, I've got three hundred men on the ground.  Every
fellow's under arms, and we are going to show these niggers what we
could do if ever we were called upon.  Error of judgment, sir!  The
whole thing's a grand idea; and after it's over, these Malays will go
away with a ten times higher idea of England's strength than they had
before."

"I don't know," said the Resident.  "Look at those fierce-looking
fellows there gathered round the elephants and their gaudily dressed
chiefs.  Look at that haughty fellow Suleiman, with his chiefs and
spearmen clustering round him looking as if they were awaiting their
prince's order to charge down upon us and sweep us all out of the
district."

"Oh yes, I see," said the Major, chuckling.

"And here on the other side, right away to the river, there is this
doubtful fellow Hamet with his lot of elephants and men, a stronger
party than Suleiman's."

"I see.  I hope there won't be any row."

"Oh, don't suggest such a thing!"

"Why not?  They are in touch with the others."

"Yes; and at a word could combine."

"Ah, I am not afraid of that," said the Major.  "I was thinking about
their jealousy, and the possibility of a row between them."

"I don't believe in the jealousy.  I believe it is all assumed," said
the Resident, "and that they are ready on the slightest excuse to join
forces against us."

"I don't," said the Major gruffly.  "I am afraid they may draw knives
against each other; but if they do I will give them such a lesson as
will prove a startler.  But, I say, have you noticed that chap Hamet?"

"Oh yes, I saw him.  He did not march with his men, mounted on one of
his elephants, but came up in his dragon-boat."

"Yes.  Quite a fine show, with the amber-satin rowers, and the gongs
beating.  But you can't grumble about his appearance and theatrical
robes.  It's quite a compliment to Old England to see a native prince
come simply in ordinary morning-dress.  Hanged if he hadn't got lavender
kid gloves!"

"Oh, don't talk about trifles, Major; but for Heaven's sake be on your
guard!"

"Oh yes--guard mounted," said the Major.  "Why, Dallas, my dear boy, I
don't believe you told Morley to give you a pick-me-up.  You have been
fussing about down there at the bungalow, and fidgeting about what might
happen to a certain young lady if the Malays turned nasty and rose
against us."

"Major!  No."

"Don't be cross, dear boy.  I was in love too once upon a time, and
fidgeted as much as you do about what might happen if--if--There, I only
say _if_.  Now, it's all right, my dear fellow, and it's time for the
show to begin.  The crowd must be getting tired of waiting; and I only
see one error of judgment of which we have been guilty."

"Ah!  And what's that?"

"Ought to have begun an hour sooner, for, my word, the sun is hot!  Oh,
by the way, I have not seen you since, but we were talking over what to
do with our visitors and the crowd generally after the review.  There
will be the feeding, of course; but we wanted something to fill up time
till dark and the fireworks begin."

"I have heard nothing about further plans."

"Well, the lads will keep an open course, and there will be some races
and wrestling, and Sergeant Ripsy is going to show some encounters with
the bayonet and a little sword-play."

"Well, as you like.  I can think of nothing else but getting the affair
over and the people dismissed."

"There, don't you be uneasy.  There's a guard mounted to watch over our
women folk, so come on."

The Major went on towards the centre of the parade-ground, while the
Resident hurried away, looking hot and anxious, to where seats had been
arranged beneath an open tent erected on one side of the parade-ground,
partly sheltered by a cluster of palms.

At last, with colours flying and the loud martial strains of the band,
doubled by a strange echo thrown back by the dense jungle, the solid
little force of infantry, in brilliant scarlet and with the sun flashing
from their bayonets, was put in motion; while a strange murmur of
satisfaction arose from the crowd of gaily attired campong dwellers,
which was caught up by the followers of the two Rajahs with prolonged
cries that bore some slight resemblance to the tiger-like _ragh, ragh_
of an American crowd.

And then, as the band marched by, Rajah Suleiman's group collected in
front of the great clump of trees left standing when a portion of the
jungle had been cleared, and the huge elephants, now gorgeous with
trappings, and each bearing its showy howdah, in which were seated the
Rajah himself and his principal chiefs, responded to a final blast of
the highly polished brass instruments and the thunderous roll of the
drums by a simultaneous uneasy trumpeting of their own, with which were
mingled the cries of the mahouts, who had to ply their sharp-pointed
goads to keep their charges in subjection.

Fortunately for the occupants of the howdahs, this was a final chord
from the band, for the huge beasts were thoroughly startled, and the
lookers-on noted that similar uneasiness was being displayed by the nine
great elephants that appertained to Rajah Hamet's force, these in
particular showing a disposition to turn tail and make for one of the
jungle paths.

The silence that followed the band's final chord seemed, as Oliver
Wendell Holmes says in one of his little poems, to have come like a
poultice to heal the wounds of sound, and the great beasts settled down.

Then there was a bugle-call, and the evolutions began in regular review
style, with plenty of fancy additions, such as had been planned to
impress the great gathering of the Malay people.  The troops marched and
counter-marched, advanced in echelon, retired from the left, retired
from the right, formed column and line, advanced in column of companies,
turned half right and half left, formed three-quarter column; there was
extended order and distended order, for Major Knowle's force was very
small, but he made the most of it.  Sergeant Ripsy, with a face quite as
scarlet as his uniform, buzzed about like a vicious hornet, and,
perspiring at every pore, yelled at the guides and markers, letting fly
snapping shots of words that were certainly not included in the code of
military instructions.  But the men, as soon as they warmed up--which
was in a very short time--went into the spirit of the thing; and when at
last the officers had got through the regular evolutions, that seemed to
consist in weaving and twisting the men under their command into a
series of intricate knots, for the sole purpose of untying them again,
and Archie Maine had been saved from disgracefully clubbing his men by
issuing an order which the said men wilfully disobeyed so as to cover
the lad's mistake, there was a general forming up again for a rest and
cool down, while the band struck up, and, helped by the echo, filled the
parade with sweet sounds, to the great delight of the gathered crowd.

There was a burst of cheering here, of a rather barbaric nature, for
from Rajah Suleiman's gathering there came one solitary boom from a
particularly musical gong.  This rang out like a signal, and was
followed by a score more from as many of the sonorous instruments,
supplemented by an excited yelling from the spear-armed men.

This ended as quickly as it had begun, and, treated as a challenge, was
repeated from the centre of Rajah Hamet's party, who followed with a
yell that might have been taken as a defiant answer to hereditary
enemies.

Matters seemed to be growing exciting, and Major Knowle, who was quiet
and watchful as well as hot, despatched messages to the commanders of
companies to be on their guard.

But now, as the last gong ceased to send its quivering jar through the
heated air, to be reflected back from the jungle, a burst of Malay
cheering arose from the excited crowd of spectators; the elephants
joined in, trumpeting loudly; and then, as the strange roar died away
into silence, the band-master took advantage of the opportunity, raised
his instrument, made a sign, the big drum boomed its best in answer to
six of the drummer's heaviest blows, and to the stirring strains of the
favourite old march, "The British Grenadiers," the band moved off to
take up a fresh position.

As soon as this was occupied the second part of the evolutions
commenced.  The little force was divided, and took up positions for
attack and defence; men were thrown out, skirmishing began, and the
Malay crowd cheered as the men in scarlet ran and took cover; and the
field was soon after covered with advancing and retiring men, who ran,
lay down, fired from one knee, fired from their chests, ran and took
cover again; and the musketry began to roll in sputtering repetitions,
till the retiring force seemed to take courage, gathered together,
repelled their adversaries with half-a-dozen vigorous volleys, and
advanced in turn, gradually driving their supposed enemies back, till,
when the smoke was rising in a faint, misty cloud to float softly away
over the river, the final stages of the sham-fight were nearly at an
end, and for a concluding curtain to the mimic warfare the two little
forces advanced as if to meet in contention in the middle of the field.
But at a certain stage a bugle rang out, and with wonderful precision
the men fell into column and marched away to the far end of the
drill-ground, where they halted, turned, and then, in obedience to the
Major's command, began to advance in line towards where, on their left,
were the two bodies of armed men comprising the followers of the two
Rajahs, above whom towered the two knots of elephants, while on their
right were the gathered crowds from the nearest campongs, excitedly
watching for what was to come next.

What was to come next and was now in progress was Britain's thin red
line, and that line was on that occasion very thin, very, very red, and
extremely long, purposely extended so as to make the most of the tiny
force.

The crowds cheered in their fashion as the train moved on, and, excited
by the yelling, the elephants began to trumpet as the troops were now
nearly half across the parade-ground.  Then the bugle rang out "Halt!"
and the orders followed quickly: "Fire!" and with wonderful precision
there was the long line of puffs of smoke as the volley roared and half
obscured the advancing force in the thin veil of smoke.

There was a fresh burst of cheers from the crowds, who now saw that the
little line of scarlet-coated men was marching out of the filmy, grey
cloud and lessening the distance between them.

The next bugle-call was rather unsettling, and the next still more so,
for it meant "Double;" while the last of all was more disturbing than
anything that had taken place that day, for it was followed by a
peculiar flickering of light as the brilliant sun played upon the
glistening bayonets brought down sparkling in front of the line of men.
The bugles now rang out "Charge!" followed by the good old British cheer
given by wildly excited men with all the power left in them, and they
bore the bristling bayonets on, racing down upon the spectators in
front, as if the mimic advance were real.

The trumpeting that greeted the charge was not defiant, for the
elephants turned simultaneously as upon a pivot and set the example of
making for the nearest points of the jungle; and to the charging men it
seemed as if they formed part of some immensely extended human
hay-making machine, whose glittering spikes were about to sweep off a
living crowd which, excited and yelling wildly, had turned and fled for
safety.

The gaily coloured men of the two Rajahs, perhaps feeling in doubt as to
their duty to fetch back the elephants--perhaps not: they may have been
influenced otherwise--had dashed off after the huge quadrupeds at once,
but the crowd of ordinary spectators were in nowise behind.  Shrieking,
yelling, and angry with each other as they dashed away, they made for
shelter at full speed, and when the charge was at an end and the bugles
rang out, the evolution had been so well driven home that a complete
transformation had been effected.

Where the great gathering had spread from side to side of the parade,
there was the long, halting line of panting and powder-blackened men,
who, in spite of their breathlessness, had followed up their British
cheer with a tremendous petillating roar of laughter, which ran along
the line from end to end and back again--a roar of laughter so loud that
hardly a man knew that the band was now playing in full force "God save
the Queen," with an additional obbligato from the drums--that one known
as the "big" threatening collapse from the vigorous action of the
stick-wielder's sturdy arms.

It was only a few of the men who were cognisant of the fact that the
Major was lying down exhausted, and wiping his eyes.

"Who's that?" he panted.  "Who's that--you, Maine?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh dear!  Oh dear!  I can't stop it!  It's quite hysterical.  Give me a
water-bottle;" and then, after an application to the unstoppered mouth,
"Oh dear!  How they did run!  I hope poor Dallas has seen it all.  I
wish he had been here.  Hah!  I'm better now.  Why, Maine, we've swept
them clean away.  Are they collecting farther on?"

"No, sir; I can't see a single soul."

"Who's that?" said the Major again.

"Me, sir."

"I didn't know you, my man.  What is it, Sergeant?"

"Well, sir, I was only going to say, as I was so near, what about them
there squibs and crackers as was to be let off to-night?"

"Oh, the rockets and fireworks," said the Major.  "They haven't gone off
in the heat, have they?  No accident?"

"No, sir; but there won't be nobody left to see them pop."



CHAPTER TWELVE.

SEE THE CONQUERING HEROES.

The line closed up, and marched "easy" back towards the upper end of the
parade-ground, with not a single stranger to represent the spectators,
and, half ironically, they were received by the band with "See, the
Conquering Hero Comes."  The review and sham-fight were over, and as the
officers and weary men were dismissed, and the officers gathered where
the ladies and others of the station were assembled, one of the first
upon whom they set eyes was the young Rajah Hamet, who had just joined
the Resident.

"Well, Dallas," said the Major, who was mopping his forehead, "what did
you think of our charge?--Ah, Rajah Hamet," he continued, as he caught
sight of the young man, who approached to hold out his hand, "what did
_you_ think of our sham-fight?  Did you see it all?"

"Magnificent, sir; every bit."

"Where were you?"

"Down yonder, sir, in front of my elephants and men."

"Then you didn't run?"

"No, sir; I have been to Aldershot and seen a review before."

"I am afraid we scared your men," said Archie, to whom the young Rajah
turned a few minutes later.

"Well, wasn't it quite enough to scare them?" replied the Prince.  "It
seems to me that a body of men, to whatever nation they belonged, would
require a good deal of hardening before they would stand firm and
receive a bayonet charge."

"Yes," replied Archie.  "As far as I know, there are not many who can.
It was rather comic, though, to see your men run."

"Well," replied the young Prince, "I don't think my men ran any faster
than Suleiman's."

"Not a bit," cried Archie hastily.  "I say, I didn't mean to insult
you."

"Oh, I am not insulted," said the young man quietly.  "I should have run
too if I had not known that your men would pull up at the last moment.
Well, good-bye."

"You are not going?" cried Archie.  "You will stop and be our guest
to-night?  You were invited, of course.  There are all the sports to
come, and the illuminations and fireworks."

"Oh no, I must go," said the young Rajah.  "I have got to rally my men,
and see them safely back."

"Well, but some of your officers will do that, and bring them back."

"I doubt it," said Hamet, smiling.  "If I know my people, they will not
stop till they get home."

"Oh, surely not!  They will all come here again and see the rest of our
_file_--and Rajah Suleiman's too."

Hamet shook his head.

"Some of your people from the campongs, who know you--they may come
back, but none of the others."

"Well, you stop at any rate."

"No," said the young Rajah.  "If my people have forsaken me, I must not
forsake them.  Here, you promised, you know, to come and spend a few
days with me, and have some tiger-shooting.  When is it to be?"

"When my major gives me leave.  Stop!  Stop now, and ask him.  He or Sir
Charles Dallas will put you up for the night."

"No, Maine; they don't believe in me enough.  Somehow they have no faith
in me at all, and because I'm Suleiman's enemy--or rather, he is mine,
for I have no feeling for or against the fellow--they think that I am
opposed to the English, with whom I want to be friends and to get their
help to civilise my people.  No, I must be off to my boat at once, and
try to get in touch with my people as soon as possible.  They will keep
to the lower elephant-patch, as near to the river as they can.  There,
try and get leave, old chap.  I want you to come.  I say, you don't mind
my calling you `old chap'?"

"Like it," said Archie, holding out his hand.  "I am disappointed,
however, for I should have liked you to stay.  But hadn't you better try
to bring some of your men back?"

"No.  They wouldn't come now, for fear of being laughed at for being
such cowards."

"Well, if you must go, you must; but, as I said, I should have liked you
to stay.  It would have looked so friendly to my people."

"I hope they will believe in me some day without that," said the young
Malay.  "But tell me, if you had been in my place, and seen your people
scared away by the English soldiers, would you have stayed?"

"No; I'll be hanged if I should," said Archie with energy.  "I should
have felt too mad."

"Thank you," said Hamet.  "That sounds frank."

"It is frank," said Archie.  "But I say, now, tell me: has it made you
feel mad against us?"

"No-o; only sorry for my people.  I want to train them up to know you
better, and to be ready to fight with you."

"Fight with us?"

"Yes; not against you--fight side by side with you, so that you may help
me to civilise my folks more, and join us to put down the Malay chiefs
like Suleiman."

"You don't like Suleiman, then?"

"Like him!" said the young man scornfully.  "I like no man who cannot
stretch out his hand to me and take mine in an honest grasp that I can
trust."

"Of course," cried Archie.  "But then our Resident believes in
Suleiman."

"Yes, and distrusts me," said the young man rather bitterly.  "Well,
they think they are right; but we shall see.  I say, though, I didn't
see that French gentleman with Suleiman's people.  I expected he would
be mounted upon one of the elephants."

"No," said Archie; "he has not been here for the last few days."

"Forbidden to come?" said the young man.

"No-o," said Archie; "he wouldn't be.  He is Rajah Suleiman's friend."

"Yes," said Hamet quietly.  "That is why I thought he would be here.  Do
you like him?"

"Not a bit," said Archie.  "Why?"

"Oh, I suppose it was because I dislike him myself.  That is all.
Good-bye.  As we Malays say, _apa boleh booat_."

"What is to be will be," said Archie.  "Good-bye."

The parade-ground remained deserted for quite an hour, and then some of
the campong people had regained sufficient courage to begin dribbling
back, to be followed by a few of the inhabitants of the neighbouring
villages.  But not one of the Malays who followed their Rajahs made
their appearance.  Consequently there was no attempt made to carry out
the sports; but on being consulted, the Major gave orders that the
illumination of the boats should be encouraged, and the display of
rockets and coloured lights should follow; and as this news gradually
spread, some of the nearest village people and fisher-folk joined in, to
display their lanterns upon their boats, and a pretty fair gathering of
the campong people were present as soon as it was dark, it taking very
little in so effective a position to light up the river and jungle banks
in a most attractive way.

The Doctor and his wife and niece, in addition to several of the ladies
of the station, dined at the mess that night, so that they might
afterwards stroll down to the banks of the river and watch the rockets
burst and sprinkle the jungle with their stars; and just as the
enjoyment was at its height, and the simple Malay folk kept on bursting
out with their ejaculations indicative of delight, the Major went up
behind the Resident, who had been chatting with the Doctor and his
ladies.

"Well, Dallas," he said, "you don't feel nervous now, do you?"

"Hush!" was the reply, as the gentleman addressed looked sharply round.
"More so than ever.  I hope you have got sentries out to command the
river approaches to the station?"

"Of course I have.  But why?"

"Because see what an opportunity is offered for those two chiefs to take
revenge upon us for what they must consider an insult to their dignity."

"My dear sir, you are giving reins to your imagination.  They are well
on the way now to their homes."

"Perhaps so," said the Resident in a low, nervous tone; "but suppose
they have made a halt and are only waiting till their scouts have
announced to them that we are quite unprepared?"

"You are assuming, my dear Dallas, that those two princes are working
hand and glove."

"Well, you are quite of my way of thinking over that."

"Humph!  No," said the Major.  "I am beginning to think that our
lavender-gloved young friend means well by us."

"Lavender-gloved young friend!" said the Resident.  "Who knows but those
soft kid gloves may not be worn to cover the tiger's claws?"

"Ah! who knows, my dear Dallas?  But it is enough for us to know that if
we can produce such an effect with blank cartridge and a sham charge, we
have it in our power to protect the station and defend the honour of
those we love, by using ball-cartridge and sending our bayonets home."



CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE DOCTOR'S CALL.

In spite of the Resident's doubts and expressed opinion that the two
Rajahs would display resentment, the neighbourhood settled down calmly
enough.  The village people nearest, notwithstanding their being chased
helter-skelter, mixed up with the Rajah's followers, very soon showed
that they had thoroughly enjoyed the fun of seeing Suleiman's haughty,
tyrannical gang scared away and running as if for their lives.

The people of the more distant campongs came in just as usual, bringing
their fruit and poultry to market as before; and though the
half-military-looking armed men did not make their appearance, the
Resident was bound to confess that this was not a bad sign, as they had
rarely approached the cantonments to mingle with the soldiers off duty.

A few days elapsed, and then a present was sent in, consisting of
supplies, by Rajah Hamet; and the very next day two of Suleiman's chiefs
brought in a letter, written in English, but dotted with French
allusions which suggested its source.

It was an invitation for the Major and his officers to a tiger-hunt.
This was considered, and then the Major replied in the most friendly
way, begging to be excused on the ground that it was impossible to
accept the invitation then, but asking for it to be repeated later on.

The weather was lovely, there being a succession of brilliant moonlight
nights; while before the moon rose, even the Doctor declared that the
display made by the fire-flies in the darkness was simply glorious.

One evening Sir Charles was dining at the bungalow, and, having got over
his nervous doubts, upon hearing Minnie express a desire to go up the
river and see the fire-flies first, and the rising of the moon after,
the Resident at once proposed to have his smaller boat prepared, with a
couple of his most trusty native servants to pole it a short distance up
the river, and then bring the Doctor and the two ladies back to supper
at the Residency.

Minnie was delighted; but, to the Resident's great satisfaction, her
aunt declared at once that she would not go up the river by night on
account of the crocodiles.

"I don't want to throw a wet blanket over Sir Charles's kindly suggested
trip," she said, "but I certainly will not go."

"Oh, there's no danger to be feared, my dear madam," said Sir Charles.
"The reptiles would never dare to attack a well-manned boat."

"Never," said the Doctor emphatically.

"But they might, my dear," replied Mrs Morley.  "You can go, but I
shall certainly stay."

"You talk very glibly," grunted the Doctor, "about my going; but suppose
I am wanted?"

"Well, if you are, it will only be for some trivial ailment amongst the
native people, and I should know what to give them."

"What!" cried the Doctor.--"Why, my dear Dallas, the last time she
meddled with my bottles she nearly poisoned one of my patients."

"For shame, Henry!--Don't you believe him, Sir Charles.  I am sure I did
the poor woman a great deal of good."

"It's all very fine," said the Doctor.  "I must confess the woman did
get better; and if madam had quite poisoned her, as she was a native it
wouldn't have mattered much."

"Oh uncle, for shame!--He doesn't mean it, Sir Charles," said Minnie.

"But it would have spoilt my credit," continued the Doctor; "and there,
I don't want to see a lot of blow-flies with lights in their tails; so,
once for all, I sha'n't go."

"But you ought to go, my dear," said Mrs Morley, who looked rather
annoyed.

"Why?"

"Why?  To take care of Minnie."

"It doesn't take two men as well as a couple of servants to take care of
one little girl.  Don't talk stuff, my dear.  I'm sure Sir Charles will
take every care of her."

Mrs Morley said no more, and Sir Charles left at last with the matter
entirely settled to his satisfaction, while Minnie smiled in answer to a
few words respecting the old folks leaving them to themselves.

The evening promised to be perfect, and Minnie was waiting for their
visitor, when, just as she was beginning to be impatient, a note was
brought from the Resident stating that Rajah Hamet had come up the river
unexpectedly to discuss a question relating to the possibility of some
stronger alliance.

"I am horribly disappointed," wrote the Resident, "but it is a
Government matter, and your uncle will understand with me that I am only
too much delighted to find that this again proves that my doubts were
all wrong, and that I am glad to welcome the Rajah here.  He evidently
means to stop the night, and I have sent in for Major Knowle to join us.
Under the circumstances I feel that I dare not come.  However, you
shall not be disappointed; the boat is waiting with two picked men, and
I must beg that your uncle and aunt will be your companions."

"There, old lady," said the Doctor as, in a disappointed tone, his niece
finished reading the letter.  "It will be rude to Sir Charles, as well
as a bitter disappointment to Minnie.  Come, there's no cause for alarm.
If there were I would not ask you.  Say you will come."

"No, Henry," replied the lady firmly; "I will not."

"Oh, very well," said the Doctor, as he saw the tears rising in his
niece's eyes.  "You sha'n't be disappointed, Minnie.  We will risk your
aunt giving some poor woman a lotion to take instead of a draught.  Get
your cloak and veil.  We mustn't have any trouble from the night air.
I'll take you myself.--Hullo!  What in the name of wonder does this
mean?  An elephant--another Rajah!"

"Two of them," said Mrs Morley anxiously, "and they are coming here."

"Yes," said the Doctor, stepping out into the veranda of his pretty
bungalow to meet his visitors, as the great, soft-footed, howdah-bearing
beast was checked by his mahout at the bamboo fence.  One of the two
Malay officers bent down to inform him that the Rajah Suleiman had been
out shooting that morning with his French friend, and that, after firing
at a tiger, the wounded beast had leaped upon the Rajah's elephant, and
Suleiman and his friend had both been mauled.  The bearers of the
message stated that the Doctor must come at once.

"Can't help it, my child," said the Doctor.  "I am sorry for your
disappointment, but it is impossible for me to refuse.  In an ordinary
case I might postpone my visit, but, you see, Suleiman is our friend,
and it is most important that I should be off at once."

"But, my dear," exclaimed Minnie's aunt, "it means your being away all
night."

"Of course; and if he's very bad I may have to stay two or three days.
There, I can't stop talking.  Get me my little bag while I fetch my
instruments and some dressing."

Without a word Mrs Morley hurried to obtain what was required, and the
Doctor patted his niece on the shoulder.

"Never mind, my dear.  We must give it up.  Dallas will be able to go
with you another time, and you will enjoy your trip better."

Minnie nodded.

"I won't mind, uncle--much.  But it never rains but it pours: here's
somebody else wants you."

"Young Archie!  What does he want?"

He soon knew, for the lad hurried up, glancing at the two Malays upon
the elephant, giving Minnie a quick nod, and then catching the Doctor by
the arm and hurrying him into the nearest room.

"The Major sent me to know what these two swells want.  He thinks they
have come to your place instead of to him."

The Doctor explained at once, and then a sudden thought occurred to him.

"Look here," he said; "you know Sir Charles was going to take us up the
river in his boat this evening?"

"Yes, I know.  He's got Rajah Hamet, and the Major's going into the
Residency.  That's why the chief thinks those chaps on the elephant have
come to the wrong house."

"Well, look here, my lad; you must take my place."

"What!" cried the lad, staring.  "I could pour him out a dose of physic,
or I could tackle a native, but I wouldn't undertake to dress a Rajah's
wounds."

"What are you talking about, stupid?" cried the Doctor angrily.  "I
mean, take my place and escort Minnie up the river in the Resident's
boat."

"De-lighted!" cried the lad excitedly.  "Of course--but I don't know
whether the Major will give me leave, as Rajah Hamet's here.  Here, I'll
run back as fast as I can, and be with you, if it's all right, in no
time."

"Yes, do.  I don't want the poor girl to be disappointed; and you will
take care of her?"

"Of course!"

Archie was turning to go, when the Doctor caught him by the arm.
"There's no need.  I will jump up on the elephant as soon as I have got
my bag, and go round by headquarters and make it right with the Major."

"Yes, sir, do.  Capital!--But no, no.  He sent me to find out, and he
won't like it.  I must go, Doctor."

"What! am I not surgeon to this force, and are not all officers under
me?  Here, I will make him like it.  You mind what I say--I give you
leave to go."

Just then Minnie and her aunt came to the door with the Doctor's bag,
and Archie hesitated.

"Look here, Minnie," he cried, hurrying to her side; "I am going to--No,
no," he said, giving his foot a stamp, "I can't!  I will not, Doctor.
Here, I will run on and get back.  Look here; you see how important it
is.  Here's Down coming as hard as he can to see why I have been so
long."

"Confound you, sir!" cried the Doctor.  "And when I'd settled the whole
thing!--Here, you, Down, what do you want?"

The Captain came up quickly, and the state of affairs was explained,
ending with the new-comer being introduced to the two Malay officers.

"Look here," said the Doctor, turning to the Captain; "you explain
everything to the Major, and tell him I am off at once to Palm-Tree
Palace, and am keeping Archie Maine here to take my place for an hour or
two.  You understand?"

"Quite," said the Captain.

"Maine thinks, as the Major has sent him with a message to me, that he
ought to go back; but your coming and the answer I send by you, I
consider, will be sufficient to exonerate your subaltern.  What do you
say?"

"Oh yes, sir; quite sufficient."

"Now, Archie, my lad, are you satisfied?"

Archie turned to the Captain.

"Give me your leave too."

"Certainly.  I will make it right with the Major."

"All right, then, Doctor," said Archie; and, satisfied now by the
Captain going off with the required information, the lad stayed, busied
himself with Mrs Morley and Minnie; and after seeing the Doctor mount
the kneeling elephant with his bag and instruments, and then wishing him
good speed, they stood watching the great, slowly pacing beast till, as
it turned off to reach the forest path, there was a final wave of the
hand from the Doctor, and the next minute he was out of sight.

"That's being a doctor's wife, Minnie, my child; one never knows what to
expect.  Well, there, your uncle has gone off to do good.  I never liked
that Rajah's looks, but I hope he isn't badly hurt.  Now then, what
about this trip on the water?  I really don't like your going, my dear."

"Oh auntie, how can you be so nervous?"

"I didn't like your going even when your uncle was here."

"But, Mrs Morley, there's nothing to be nervous about," cried Archie.

"My dear boy--"

"I say, hang it all, Mrs Morley! you might call me a man now," said
Archie, interrupting her speech.

"Yes, my dear, I have plenty of confidence in you; but it's only you."

"Why, there will be the Resident's two chief boatmen, won't there?--You
said there would be two men, didn't you, Minnie?"

"Yes, of course; and we shouldn't be above an hour or two, aunt."

"No, I know, my dear; but--but--"

"There, aunt dear, uncle's going away so suddenly has upset you, and it
does seem selfish of me.--Look here, Archie, it's very kind of you to
offer to take me, but it would be inconsiderate of me to go.  I'll give
it up."

"Oh!" cried the lad, "I am disappointed."

"Yes, of course you would be," said Mrs Morley; "and it's foolish of me
to make such a fuss about nothing.  There, I am better now.  I was a bit
flurried by the Doctor going, to be away all night, and leaving us
unprotected."

"And not a British soldier near," said Archie laughingly.

"Of course; of course," said Mrs Morley.  "You will take great care of
her, my dear boy?"

"Take care of her!" cried Archie.  "Why, Sir Charles would have me out
and shoot me, or wring my neck, if I didn't.  Look here, madam, I'm too
fond of Lieutenant Archibald Maine to run any risks.  Now are you
satisfied?"

"Quite," said the Doctor's wife, forcing a laugh.--"There, my dears, be
off as soon as you can--but wait till I get a scarf."

"What are you going to do, auntie?"

"See you down to the boat, of course, my dear."  A very few minutes
later the Doctor's wife was standing on the banks of the river watching
the Resident's handsomely fitted sampan--not his official dragon-boat--
being punted by two sturdy men up the glistening waters, Minnie turning
from time to time to wave her hand, and lastly her scarf, just as they
disappeared.

"It is foolish of me to be so nervous and frightened about crocodiles,"
said Mrs Morley, as she turned her straining eyes from where she had
been watching the boat.  "There isn't a sign of any of the horrible
reptiles; and if it were dangerous those people would not be going up
the river in the same direction;" and she remained watching a small naga
with about half-a-dozen men plying their oars, sending the slightly
built craft steadily up-stream.  "Ah, well, I want to see them back.
What a lovely evening it is going to be; but how rapidly the night
closes in!  I almost wish I had gone with them, for it will be very
lovely when the moon begins to rise among the trees."

The Doctor's wife gave a slight shiver as a faint waft of wind came
sweeping over the tops of the forest trees, and she drew her scarf
lightly over her head and shoulders as she quickened her steps to return
to the bungalow.  "It's not cold," she said half uneasily, "and yet I
shivered.  It's as if the nervous feeling were coming back.  Two hours!
Well, they will soon slip by."



CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

A GREAT HORROR.

Those two hours did soon slip away, and after assuring herself by the
clock that the time had really fled, Mrs Morley went and stood in the
veranda, gazing out in the full expectation of seeing those for whom she
waited coming up from the direction of the river.

The night was glorious.  The nearly full moon was silvering the tops of
the trees and casting deep, black shadows on the ground.  Here and there
in the patches of thick shrubbery that had been planted to take off the
harsh formality surrounding the parade, there were faint, twinkling
sparks that gave a suggestion of how beautiful the river-sides must be
where the lights of the curious insects flashed and died out and lit up
again in full force; and for some minutes Mrs Morley stood breathing in
the sweet, moist perfume of the many night blooms which floated on the
air.

"It is very, very beautiful," she sighed, "but not like home.  One tries
to get used to it, and does for a time; but there is always that strange
feeling of insecurity which will suggest what might happen--we so few,
the people here so many, and always looking upon us as infidel intruders
who have forced themselves up here to make a home in their very midst.
I am too impatient," she added, with a sigh, as she turned to walk to
and fro in the veranda.

"I am too impatient," she repeated.  "On such a beautiful night they
would easily be tempted to go a little farther up the river than they
intended, and they would tell the men to let the boat float gently back
with the stream.  They have tired the men, perhaps, and have told them
to leave the boat to itself.  Yes, a lovely night."

She went in, with a sigh, to speak to her two native servants and tell
them that they need not stay up; but she found her care unnecessary, for
they were already asleep.  Then, obeying her next impulse, she woke
them, telling one to wait and the other to walk with her as far as the
river-side.

Here she stood with the woman, watching and trying to pierce the soft,
grey mist that hung above the water, before looking round for some one--
boatman, or any other native whom she could question.  But there was not
a soul within sight, and as proof of the lateness of the hour, not a
light was to be seen.

"Ah!" she cried, with a start, for the woman behind her had suddenly
caught her by the wrist with one hand, while she stood with the other
outstretched, pointing up the stream.  "What is it?" she said.  "Can you
see the boat?"

"No.  Listen."

"Ah!  You hear them coming?"

The woman shook her head violently.

"Croc," she whispered; and her word was followed by a light, wallowing
splash.

"Ugh!" ejaculated the Doctor's wife, with a shudder.  "Come back.  They
may have returned by the other path and called at the officers'
quarters.  They are waiting for us by now perhaps," she added to
herself.

Leading the way back to the bungalow, she hurried in, with straining
ears, with the hope that the pair would come out to meet her slowly
dying away.

"They must have come back directly we went out, learned that we had gone
down to the river, and followed us."

Stepping in quickly to the servants' part of the bungalow, she found the
other servant fast asleep, ready to stare at her vacantly and
wonderingly as she was shaken into wakefulness.  The woman had to be
spoken to by her fellow-servant before anything could be got from her;
and then it was only to learn that the expected ones had not returned.

"Something must have happened," said the Doctor's wife, fighting hard
now to keep back the horrible forebodings that were troubling her.  "Oh!
this is not being a woman," she said.  "Come back with me to the river."

The woman hesitated, but Mrs Morley caught her hand, and they hurried
back to the river-side, where, before many minutes of excited watching
had passed, at least a dozen horribly suggestive splashes had been heard
far out upon the flowing stream.

"Come back," she whispered to her companion.  "I cannot bear it.  What!"
she ejaculated, as the woman crept more closely to her and whispered
something in her ear.  "Those horrid creatures drag people into the
river sometimes?  Yes, yes; I know--I know.  Come back.  Perhaps they
have come," she continued, trying to speak firmly; and once more she
hurried to the bungalow, to find the other servant again fast asleep.

The clock showed that it only wanted a few minutes to midnight, and
setting her teeth hard in her determination, the trembling woman gave
herself till twelve before starting for the officers' quarters and the
Residency to give the alarm.

As she reached the gate she became aware of lights in the distance,
evidently going in the direction of the river lower down.  Voices, too,
floated on the night air, and her spirits rose, for she was conscious of
a merry laugh.  It could not mean trouble, and she stopped short,
watching the lights that seemed now to have stopped by the river's bank,
trying to fit them in somehow with a solution of her trouble.  Still all
was mental darkness, when she was conscious of a shout or two which made
her start, but only to realise directly afterwards as she heard replies,
followed by the splash of oars, that some one must be departing in a
boat.

Then came the murmur of talking as the little party appeared to be not
coming towards her but striking off diagonally in the direction of the
officers' quarters and the Residency.

A loud cry escaped her.  It was answered, and the next minute hurrying
feet were approaching her, and a voice exclaimed:

"Anything the matter?"

"Yes, yes!" panted the agitated woman.

"Who is it?  Mrs Morley?"

"Yes.  Help, Captain Down--I--I--" and, trembling and half-breathless,
she clung to the speaker as he caught her hands in his.

"The Resident's boat?" she panted.

"No, no--Rajah Hamet's.  We have been to see him off."

"Oh, you don't understand!  The Resident's boat--Mr Maine--"

"Ah!  What of him?"

"Went up the river with my niece."

"Yes, yes--what of them?"

"Not come back!"

"Oh!  Well, well, don't be alarmed.--Why, you are trembling like a
leaf."

"Yes.  I can't help it.  It is foolish perhaps.  I am terribly alarmed."

"Oh, come, come!  I will walk back with you to the bungalow.--You go on,
Durham; and you might tell the Resident that I am seeing Mrs Morley
home."

"Yes; all right!" came out of the darkness.  "Shall I say that the
boat's not come back?"

"Oh yes.  You might mention it."

"Yes--yes, pray tell him," added Mrs Morley, as the young officer
addressed was continuing his route.

"Let's see," said the Captain; "the Doctor's gone off to see to the
Rajah, hasn't he?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I see; and you are nervous from being left alone."

"No, no, Captain Down.  I am afraid that something has happened to the
boat."

"Yes, of course; ladies always are," said the Captain cheerily, "when
they are sitting up waiting.  Now, now, be cool.  There are scores of
things that might have happened in a little expedition like this.  First
of all, they may have stopped to watch the fire-flies."

"Oh yes, but not so late."

"Well, no; but they may have gone much farther than they intended.  It
is very tempting on a night like this."

"But I begged Archie Maine to be back in good time."

"Archie Maine is only a boy, and thoughtless; and I dare say Miss Heath
would be delighted with the trip; and then there would be night-blooming
flowers to look at, the noises of the jungle to listen to, and the
splashing of the croc--"

"Oh, for pity's sake, don't, Captain Down!"

"Oh, well, I won't.  Now then, my dear lady, let's get back to the
bungalow, and you give me one of Morley's best cigars--not those out of
the old cedar box, please; one of those will do very well for Archie
Maine when he comes--and I will sit down in the veranda and chat with
you till the truants return; and then you can scold your niece, after
giving Archie the bad cigar.  That will be punishment enough for him,
for he will be vain enough to try to smoke it, though a thin cigarette
makes him poorly, poor fellow!  Now then, how do you feel now?"

"Oh, better," said Mrs Morley.  "And you don't think anything could
have happened, Captain Down?"

"Nothing worse than that they have gone too far and are keeping you up."

"But you don't think that the boat has been upset?"

"Certainly not.  Why should I?"

"Boats are such dangerous things."

"Yes," said the Captain quietly--"in the hands of those who don't know
how to use them.  But Maine and your niece are not punting, and they
have two of Dallas's best men."

"Yes," said Mrs Morley, with a sigh of relief, as they reached the gate
and made their way into the veranda.

"Thank you," said the Captain, as Mrs Morley took a cigar-box from a
shelf and then lit a cedar-wood match at the table lamp.  "I wonder how
the Doctor's going on," he continued, as he lit his cigar.

"Ah, I wonder too," said Mrs Morley.

"Hope the poor beggar isn't much hurt.  But Mr Stripes' claws are
rather ugly things.  Ah, well, lucky for him that he's got a Doctor
Morley to call into the wilderness.  Hullo!  Footsteps!  What did I tell
you?  Here they come!  In a hurry, too."

But the distant sound of steps was not duplicated.  They were those of
one only, coming at a rapid rate; and directly after the Resident dashed
open the garden gate.

"What's this I hear?" he cried excitedly.  "The boat not back?"

He listened for a few moments to Mrs Morley's once more excited words;
but he half-interrupted her before she had done, by exclaiming:

"Here they come!  I have told the Major, and he is turning out the men.
For Heaven's sake, Mrs Morley, try and be calm."

"I am trying, Sir Charles.  But my husband absent!  How can I look him
in the face when he comes back?"

"Oh, hush, hush!" whispered the Resident, pressing her hand so hard that
she could hardly bear it.

"You are taking the very blackest view of the matter.  It may be a
trifle--one of the poles broken, or they may have ventured too far."

"Don't talk, pray," said Mrs Morley.  "Never mind me.  Do something!
Act!"

"I am acting, and for the best," whispered Sir Charles.  "I would give
my life to save Minnie if she is in danger, but I feel it my duty to try
to comfort you."

The next minute he was busy with the officers and the men, hurrying
along the river-bank and sending off boats up the stream, in one of
which--his own, manned by a dozen men--he was standing with Captain Down
and the Major, watching the sides of the river, sometimes plunged in
black darkness, at others glistening in the light of the moon, which had
now risen far above the trees.  But they had not been gone above
half-an-hour before news came, to run through the ranks of the searchers
left behind, some of whom, on the possibility that those sought might
have had an accident with the boat and been compelled to land and fight
their way through the jungle, had penetrated some distance along the
path nearest to the river-side, and been recalled by one of the
officers' whistles.

On hurrying back they had encountered the Sergeant going the rounds, who
had to announce that the sentry stationed at the hut above the chief
landing-place was missing, and no answer could be obtained to the calls
that should have reached his ears had he been anywhere near.

It was a night of excitement, misery, and despair, and the short dawn,
when it broke, brought not hope but horror and dismay, for all at once,
when the morning mist was lying heavily upon the lower reach of the
river, the sound of oars was heard approaching the campong, and as it
neared the lower landing-place, to which several of the party hurried,
it seemed quite a long space of time before the heads of the rowers
began to come gradually out of the grey fog; and soon after it was made
out to be Rajah Hamet's naga, or dragon-boat, towing behind it a second
boat that had been overturned.

The news was passed inward, and this brought the Major to the
landing-place, where the Rajah was waiting.

"Ah!" cried the old officer, "you have brought news?"

The young Rajah bent his head.

"Yes," he said hoarsely.  "Is this your boat?"

"Yes, yes--the Resident's--Sir Charles's.  Been overturned?"

"We found it amongst the trees far down the river.  One of my men caught
sight of this hanging in a bush;" and he held up a large, thin,
gauzy-looking white scarf, torn almost in two.

"Ah!" gasped the Major, as he caught at the flimsy wrapper, now
partially dry.  "And--and--you were going to say something else, sir?"

"Yes," said the young Rajah, with something like a groan.  "But tell me,
do you know whose was this?"

He brought forward from behind him an officer's forage-cap, about which
a torn puggaree clung like a wisp.

"Great heavens!" panted the Major.  "Oh, my poor, dear boy!--Where did
you find this, sir?"

"Part of the boat's bows were crushed in as if by a blow.  This cap was
held down by one of the splinters."

Just then voices came floating down the river, indicating that some of
the party were returning from their search to the upper landing-place;
and soon after the Resident's naga had reached the stage, and the
principal occupants sprang out to hear about the missing sentry, and to
give no news.  The last discovery was whispered to them in broken tones,
and as what seemed to be the terrible fate of the small boat's occupants
was told by the Major to Sir Charles, he literally reeled away from
where he had been standing, and staggered onwards with extended hands,
as if making for the bungalow.  But before he had gone many steps he
stopped short, to whisper hoarsely, "Who is that?"

"I, Sir Charles," said Captain Down.

"Thank you.  Take my hand, please.  I am giddy, and half-blind.
Something seems to have gone wrong.  I cannot think.  Please help me,
and lead me home.--No; stop," he added.  "That poor woman!  Some one
must tell her.  She must know; and I can't--I can't be the bearer.  Oh,
it is too horrible!  My fault, too.--Ah!  Who is that?  You, Down?  I
thought you had gone.  Don't let me fall.  This giddiness again.  Yes, I
remember now.  The Doctor!  He was called away to go to the Rajah's
help.  Has he returned?  Has he--"

His lips parted to say more, but his words were inaudible, and at a
signal from the Captain four of the men hurried up, to lace their hands
into a bearing, and, keeping step, they bore the insensible man to the
Residency.

It was late in the burning afternoon, after the overturned and
much-damaged boat had been lying to dry in the hot sun for hours, and
the terrible mishap had been canvassed in every detail, when a sentry
passed the word that an elephant was approaching with strangers.

The strangers proved to be the Doctor, one of Suleiman's officials, and
the mahout; while as soon as the news reached headquarters, Major Knowle
hurried out, bareheaded, to meet his friend, and stood in the shade of
one of the great palm-trees, signalling to the mahout to stop.

"Morning!" shouted the Doctor cheerily as he drew near.  "Patient's all
right, Knowle, and the Frenchman only frightened into a fit.  Phew!  It
is hot, eh?  What are you holding up your hand for?  Nothing wrong?"

The Major was holding on by the ordinary trappings of the howdah, and
reaching up as he raised himself on tiptoe, he almost whispered his
terrible news, while the florid, erst happy-looking Doctor looked
blankly down.



CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

PETER'S SENTRY-GO.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, up and down on the regular beat, sometimes
in the full silvery moonlight, sometimes in the shade cast by the hut;
one minute only the footsteps to break the silence, or the wallowing
plash of one of the great reptiles that haunted the river-deeps.

"That's cheerful!" muttered the sentry.  "Ain't so bad, though, as old
Joe made it out when he was doing his sentry-go below there, close to
the water.  My word, how clear it is to-night!  I should just like to
have a regular old-fashioned sentry-box down there, close to the
landing-place, with a good, strong door to it as one could fasten tight,
and loopholes in the sides, and plenty of cartridges ready for a night's
shooting.  I'd let some of 'em have it!  Wouldn't it make 'em savage,
though!  They'd come out and turn the box over if it was not well pegged
down.  Wouldn't do much good, though, if I hit every time, for lots more
of the ugly beggars would come.  Mister Archie says they lay eggs.
Pretty chickens they must be when they are hatched.  Hullo! what boat's
that?"

For the plashing of poles reached his ears, and the dark form of a
good-sized sampan came round a curve, with its attap awning glistening
softly like dead silver in the moonlight.

The sentry waited in the shade of the hut till the boat came nearer, and
then challenged, when a familiar voice responded:

"That you, Peter Pegg?"

"Mister Archie, sir!  Yes, sir."

"It's all right.  We are going up the river a little way in the
moonlight.  Beautiful night!"

"Yes, sir; lovely, sir.  I'd be on the lookout, sir, though."

"What for?"

"Them alligator things, sir.  I have heard a good many of them knocking
about there."

"Oh, they won't come near us with the men splashing as they pole us
along."

The boat passed on, and as the sentry had a glimpse of a white face and
the folds of a veil he stood musing and watching till the boat had
passed and disappeared.

"No," he thought, "I don't suppose the brutes will go near them.  They
soon scuttle off when they hear a splash.  Nice to be him, enj'ying
hisself with his lady.  Wonder who it is.  Miss Doctor, perhaps.  Nice
girl.  But he's only a boy.  Wish I was a officer.  I used to think it
would be all the same for us when I 'listed.  My word, how the Sergeant
did lay on the butter and jam!  And talked about the scarlet, and being
like a gentleman out here abroad with the niggers to wait on us--and
then it comes to this!  Sentry-go for hours in a lonely place like this
here, with crocklygaters hanging about to see if you go to sleep to give
them a chance to make a grab.  Yes, they make a fellow feel sleepy!
Just likely, ain't it?"

Peter Pegg's thoughts seemed to animate him, and for a turn or two he
changed his pace from a slow march to double.

"Steady, my lad!" he muttered.  "There ain't no hurry;" and he dropped
back into the regular pace, and began thinking about the boat and its
occupants.

"Nice young lady she is; and I suppose that there Sir Charles is going
to make a match with her, for she and Mister Archie always seem just
like brother and sister.  I suppose he ain't been well.  Been precious
quiet lately.  Can't have offended him, for he was as jolly as could be
last time I saw him.  He's getting more solid-like and growed up.  But
my word, what fun we have had together sometimes!  And what a row there
would have been if we had been found out!  It wouldn't have done.  But
it has cheered me up many a time when I have had the miserables and felt
as if I'd like to cut sojering and make for home.  It was nice to have a
young officer somewheres about your own age ready for a lark.  Poor old
Mother Smithers, and that brown juice--what do they call it--cutch and
gambia?--as dyes things brown.  The officers' clean shirts as was washed
in that water--haw, haw, haw!--What's that?"

The listener brought his piece to the ready, and the _click, click_ of
the lock followed instantly upon a shrill cry which seemed to thrill the
sentry along every nerve.

"Is it the crocs?" he thought; and then close upon the distant sound of
blows and a splash or two came in Archie's well-known but now excited
tones:

"Sentry Pegg!  Help!"

The young private obeyed his first instinct, and that was, instead of
firing, to give the alarm, to run down as fast as he could to the
water's edge and plunge in amongst the scattered, overhanging trees,
making as well as he could judge for the direction from which the cries
had arisen.

"Here!  Coming!  Coming!" he panted, as he rushed in where the trees
were thickest, to become, directly after, conscious of a figure starting
up from behind a bush that he had just passed, and from which,
glittering and flashing, came the sparkle of quite a little cloud of
fire-flies.

The lad swung himself round as he scented danger, and struck back with
the butt of his rifle; but it was only to miss his assailant and expose
his head to a blow from the other side--so heavy a stroke from a
formidable, club-like weapon that he dropped, with a faint groan, while
from the direction of the boat right out towards the middle of the river
there was a resumption of the plashing of poles.



CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

A STRANGE FEVER.

It was to Archie Maine like a bad attack of the fever from which he had
suffered when he first went up-country in the gunboat from Singapore.
There was that horrible beating and throbbing in his head, only
intensely more confusing than it had been then; and sometimes, when he
could think and everything did not seem mentally upside-down, he was
being puzzled by two questions.  One was, "Is it jungle fever?" the
other, "Is it the throbbing and beating of the gunboat engines?"  And
this latter he favoured the more because he felt convinced that the
heat, the burning, scorching heat, in his head must be because they had
put him in a berth close by the furnace fires.

Throb, throb--burn, burn--and then all nothingness for long enough.  He
could not move; he could not speak; he could not think; only hour after
hour in the midst of the throbbing pain he felt dried up, choking with
thirst, and always fighting hard to get back the power to think.

What did it all mean?  Where was he?  There was the throbbing as of the
engines, and the heat, but somehow he felt that he could not be on the
gunboat.  For once in a way there was a roar as of wild beasts; then it
was not the roar of wild beasts, for it seemed to be the blast of a
bugle, out of tune, harsh, and blown by some horrible giant, so big, so
vast, so confusing that, as he was trying to think what it could be and
why, everything was all confusion again.  If he could only think!  If he
could only make it out, why it was, and what it was!  And he was in a
hurry to do this.  It seemed as if he was struggling with all his might
to be able to think, before everything was shut down again.

He did not know what was going to be shut down, or what there was to be
shut down.  He did not understand; but he could feel the awful heat, the
heavy, burning, throbbing pain, and with it--there was nothing.  And
what was nothing?  Nothing but darkness and the great question: why?--
which grew and grew and grew till it became bigger and bigger and
resolved itself into something going round and round; and that something
seemed to be why he could not think.

How long this went on Archie did not know; but after a time in the
darkness there seemed to come a faint dawning like a feeble ray of
light, which suggested that he must be at home in England on a
frightfully hot day, lying down on one of the benches in the Lion House
at the Zoo.  For there was that tremendous giant's roar or trumpeting
sound, and this must, he knew, be one of the savage beasts, and had
something to do with his having suddenly dropped to sleep and being
wakened by the bellowing sound.

Then more darkness--silence--the ever-increasing confusion and whir, and
nothingness, till some time or other there was a fresh coming of the
dawn, in the midst of which he felt something that seemed wonderfully
cool and moist laid upon his head, and a voice that seemed to come from
miles away whispered:

"Poor old chap!"

Then all was dark again, and he seemed to be dreaming of the fever and
the doctor that was talking to him and telling him that there were six
of the men just as bad as he was, and that he was to take _that_.  He
could think now, for he distinctly heard him say:

"Tip it up.  It will do you good."

And somehow the engines seemed to have been stopped, and he felt as if
he was being lifted on to some one's arm away from the tremendous heat
of the engine fires, and he knew it was the Doctor--good old Morley!--
who was holding a very hard wooden cup to his lips for him to drink the
medicine.  No, it was not nasty; it was beautifully cool and good.  He
felt that the Doctor had put in so much water that he could not taste
the physic; and he drank on and on, every drop seeming to make it easier
at last to think.  And then the cup was being taken from his lips, and
he tried to raise his hand to catch it and hold it so that he might
drink more; but his arm fell as if nerveless, and he uttered a deep
groan.

"Oh, come!" rose to his ears now, as if from a long way off.  "That's
something!  Ain't going to die this time."

"Not going to die this time," some one whispered, as if it were breathed
with a hot breath upon his lips; and then he lay thinking in a very
feeble way, and feeling the while so tired, as a great longing came over
him to go to sleep.  It seemed like hours before that longing was
fulfilled; and then he woke up not knowing why or wherefore, or grasping
anything but that it was dark, black dark; and then he felt, with a
strange sense of agony, that all his trouble was returning, for the
trumpeting roar thundered through his brain, and he lay perfectly still
as the deep sound ceased, ending with a peculiar kind of snort and a
squeal, feeling that there was no pain, and beginning to wonder why.

Time passed again--how long a time it was beyond him to grasp--but there
was that peculiar trumpeting roar once more, and somehow it did not
trouble him so much.  The fancy that he was in the Lion House had faded
away, and he became conscious of the Doctor passing his arm under his
neck and raising him, while the wooden cup was being held to his lips--
cool, sweet, delicious--it was one great joy to feel the soft draught
running over his parched tongue and down his throat.

Then he started, and he felt some of the contents of the cup trickle
down his chin, for there was a shrill trumpeting noise again as the
desire to exert himself came, and he exclaimed:

"What's that?"

It was only in a whisper, but the Doctor--no, it was not the Doctor; it
was some one whose voice he knew--said excitedly:

"Helephants."  And then, "I say, Mister Archie, sir, you're a-coming
round!"

That was too much for him.  He wanted to ask what it meant--why it was
Peter Pegg who had been holding up his head, and not the Doctor--but he
could not form the words for the deep, heavy sleepiness which came over
him; and then all was darkness once more, mental and real.

Long enough after, Archie Maine found himself thinking again, and
wondering where he was and why it was so dark; but he could make out
nothing, till he gradually began to feel about him, slowly, cautiously,
as if in dread of something about to happen, for the sensation was
horrible of being nowhere and in danger of falling should he move.  Then
there was a sudden feeling of consciousness, for he touched a hot hand,
and a familiar voice said:

"'Wake, sir?  Like a drink?"

"Yes.  That you, Pete?"

"Me it is, sir.  Lie still, and I will give you a cocoa-nut-shellful of
water, and--and--Oh my!  Oh my!  Oh Lor'!  I can't help it!"

And Archie lay thinking clearly enough now, and wondering why it was
that the big fellow who had spoken crouched close by him quivering, and
the hand that had grasped his roughly was shaking violently, as he lay
there blubbering and sobbing with all his might.

"What's the matter?" whispered Archie, in the midst of his wonder.

"Oh, it's only me, sir," cried the lad in a choking voice.  "I couldn't
help it.  It would ha' been just the same if I'd been on parade.  It
would come.  It's been ready to bust out all this time.  I thought you
was going to die, sir--I thought you was going to die!"

"Die, Pete!  No!  What for?"

"Don't you know, sir?"

"No-o," said Archie wonderingly.

"Here, stop a minute; let me give you some water."

And in the darkness Archie lay listening to the pleasant, musical,
trickling sound of falling water; while directly after, as he felt the
private's hand passed under his neck, he made an effort to rise, and
fell a-wondering again, for he could not stir.

But the next minute there was a fancied feeling of returning strength as
he swallowed the cool draught with avidity, drinking till the desire
came upon him to sink back with a deep sigh of content, and he felt his
companion's arm withdrawn.

"Go to sleep after that, can't you?" whispered the private.

"No; I want to know what it all means."

"Hadn't you better go to sleep, sir?"

"No!" cried Archie, in a voice so full of the agony of desire that Peter
spoke out excitedly:

"Well, we are prisoners, sir."

"Prisoners!  How?  Why?"

"I d'know, sir."

"You don't know!" panted Archie feebly.  "Oh, you are trying to keep it
back!"

"That I ain't, sir.  I'll tell you what I do know.  Somebody's took us
prisoners--some of them Malay chaps.  I think it must be that Rajah
Hamet's men, as they says are our enemies."

"No, no; he's our friend."

"Then it must be t'other one, sir.  You remember when you come by in the
boat that moonlight night?"

"Boat!  What moonlight night?"

"Oh, Lor' ha' mussy!" muttered Peter.  "He can't be fit to talk."

"What's that you are saying to yourself?  Why don't you speak?"

"Don't you remember hailing me, sir, when I was on sentry-go?"

"No."

"Nor me telling you to mind the crocs didn't try to come aboard your
boat?"

"No.  What are you talking about?"

"Oh, my word!" sighed Peter.  "Here's a pretty go!  Talk about a poor
fellow being off his chump!"  Then aloud, as he felt the lad's hand
feebly feeling for his, "It was like this 'ere, sir.  You must have got
into some row with a boatful of the niggers, and they knocked you over
the head."

"Knocked me over the head?" said Archie dreamily.  "No, I don't
remember.  Here, give me some more water."

Peter Pegg hurriedly filled the cup--half a cocoa-nut shell--and Archie
drank a mouthful and pushed it away.

"Let me lie down again," he said.--"Now go on.  Knocked me over the
head?" he said very slowly and thoughtfully, as if weighing his words.
"Did you know that?"

"Yes, sir."

"You said you were on sentry?"

"That's right, sir."

"Then why didn't you come and help me?"

"I was coming, sir, bull roosh, when just as I was running along the
river-bank, wondering how I was to swim out to you among them
crocodiles, some one popped out from the bushes and fetched me down with
an awful crack on the pan."

"Struck you down?"

"Yes, sir.  Hit me crool.  There's a lump on the top now as big as your
fist.  Regularly knocked me silly.  Just as they must have served you--
knocked every bit of sense out of me.  There warn't much in, as old
Tipsy says, but I didn't know no more till I found myself here, feeling
sick as a dog, and not able to move, for I was lying awkward-like on my
back, with some of them thin rotan canes tied round my arms and legs so
tight that it was only at times I knowed I had any arms and legs at
all."

"Poor fellow!" said Archie pityingly.

"Yes, I just have been a poor fellow, sir--poor creature, as they called
them up in my part of the country.  Why, I have been quite mazed-like.
That topper I got seemed to do for me altogether; and when I come-to,
here I was lying in this place, not knowing where I was, and, like you,
sir, I couldn't make out what it meant."

"And in the darkness, too," said Archie, "just like this?"

"Like which, sir?  Why, it ain't dark now!"

"Black darkness," said Archie.

The young private whistled softly and said nothing, but shook his head
and thought.

"But you know what place it is, don't you, Pete?"

"Well, I suppose it's part of one of the Rajah's roosts; but, as I tell
you, my head's felt so muddled, and just as if some of the works had
been knocked loose, that even now I don't seem to be able to tell
t'other from which.  Well, I am getting it clearer now, and of course it
must be at Mr Prince Suleiman's.  Why, to be sure it must; and if my
wheels inside had been going as they should, I should have thought it
out at once.  It must be at the Rajah's place, because of the helephants
as you 'eerd now and then.  They must have a sort of stable close by
here.  And then--why, of course--I'm just as 'fused-like as you are,
sir--that French count chap came in to see us the other day, and talked
to me."

"He came here?" said Archie in his slow, dreamy way.

"Yes, sir; that he did."

"But I want to know," said Archie, "why we were attacked like this and I
was so hurt.  There seems to have been no cause or reason for it."

"Well, I d'know, sir.  I can't think much more than you can.  Maybe we
shall see it clearly as we gets better; but it looks to me as if it's
his doing, out of spite, like, for our interfering with him when he came
that night and Joe Smithers arrested him and gave the alarm."

"Perhaps so," said Archie.  "My head's going wrong again.  I can't
think."

"Then you take my advice, sir: don't you try.  Try and eat a bit, for
it's five days since you have had a bite, counting the night we was
took."

"Five days!" said Archie.

"That's right, sir.  Think you could eat one of these fruits--I don't
know what you call them--melons like?"

"No," said Archie, with a shudder.

"Well, I don't wonder, sir.  I couldn't at first.  They brought in a lot
of bananas with the water, but I couldn't touch 'em at first.  When that
Frenchman came, though, and saw that I hadn't eaten anything, he turned
rusty, and said I was trying to starve myself to death, and that it
wouldn't do, because I must remember that I was a horstrich now, and I
wasn't to play no tricks like that."

"Said you were an ostrich?"

"Yes, sir; that's right.  I don't know why, and I thought perhaps I
hadn't heard him rightly, being so muddled-like.  But I'm sure now
that's what he said.  Perhaps he said it because he thought I was a
long-legged one and meant to run away; and I should have been about
doing so before now if there hadn't been reasons."

"What reasons, Pete?"

"Why, you, sir.  You don't suppose I was going to cut and leave my mate
in such a hole as this?"

"Ostrich?" said Archie dreamily.  "What could he mean by that?  Oh--
prisoners!  He called you a hostage, and we are to be kept as hostages
for some reason connected with something that's going on."

"Ah! that's right, sir."

As the young private sat on the palm-leaf-covered floor of the wooden
building, gazing at his companion in misfortune, and thinking of how
changed he looked, Archie slowly closed his eyes and appeared to be
asleep, though he was now trying to make up for lost time, and thinking
deeply.

"Wonder what's the matter with his eyes," mused the young private.  "He
can't see, or else he wouldn't keep on talking about its being dark."

Suddenly Archie unclosed his eyes and said:

"Are your legs and wrists better now?"

"It's my head that was the worst, sir," was the reply.

"But you said that your legs and wrists were so cruelly tied up that the
canes cut into your flesh."

"Oh yes, sir; that was at first.  But when that Frenchie came in he told
the Malay chaps to untie 'em, so that I could wait upon you--and
precious glad I was."

"But how did you manage to see to give me the water?"

"I couldn't in the night, sir; but I can now.--It's no use to tell the
poor chap that it's quite light, for he's all puzzled-like yet," thought
the private.  Then aloud, "I'd just go to sleep a bit now, sir, if I was
you."

"What for?"

"Rest your head, sir.  You will feel a deal better when you wake again,
and perhaps see a bit clearer."

"Perhaps you are right, Pete," said Archie, with a sigh; "but I am
better now.  Most of the pain seems to be gone."

"Good luck to you, sir!  I wish mine had, for there are times when I
seem as if I could not think straight."

Archie made no reply, and as the young private watched him he saw that
the poor fellow's eyes were once more closed; and the lad half lay on
the crisp leaves, which rustled loudly at every movement, and mused on
their position.

"One would expect," he said to himself, "that at any minute a company of
our swaddies would be here to fetch us out of this.  At the same time,
one ought to be ready to help one's self.  Can't do anything, of course,
with Mister Archie like this; but I have got my ideas about doing
something some night if I can get a chance.--Oh, there you are, my
beauties!  I keep on hearing you, and you set me thinking.  Wonder
whether I could do it if I tried.  I must wait till he comes round a bit
more, and then I mean to try.  Wonder whether they set sentries over us.
Most likely; but if they do they will have to be dodged."

There was a rumbling noise, which came from one of the elephants stabled
near, and Peter Pegg shook his head slowly as if he were imitating the
customary habit of a tethered elephant, and in imagination the private
seemed to see one of the leg-chained beasts softly bowing its head up
and down, and slowly from side to side, swinging it as if it were on
springs.

"If I asked that chap who brings the water to let me see the helephants
he would see through me, so I won't do it--make him 'spicious; and he
wouldn't understand me if I did.  His is an awful foolish lingo.  Might
perhaps get outside the door or window some night and have a look for
them in the dark.  Ah, there's no knowing what I might do when he gets
better."

Private Pegg started violently, for all at once Archie started up
excitedly, and sat with widely opened eyes, gazing wildly straight
before him, his hands extended, and trembling violently; while, as his
fellow-prisoner leaned forward and caught him by the arm to try and
soothe him, believing him to be in pain, he snatched his hand away, and
in a piteous cry uttered the one word:

"Minnie!"

Peter Pegg waited for a few moments, half-stunned by this new form of
trouble, and offered the first palliative that occurred to him.

"Have some more water, Mister Archie," he said huskily.

"No, no!  Don't you see?  Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Tell you what before, sir?"

"About Miss Heath."

"About Miss Doctor, sir?  It was her, then, as was with you in the
boat?"

"Yes, yes!  Why didn't you remind me?"

"Never thought about it, sir.  I never--my word!--I--"

"Yes, yes; I see it all now!  It has all come back.  That blindness and
misery has cleared off like a veil.  Man, man! when those wretches
attacked me she was with me in the boat; and we stop here, helpless and
prisoners, while she--Oh for health and strength!  Pegg, there's not a
moment to be lost!  We must escape somehow, and get back to camp.  Her
poor aunt!  What must she think!"



CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

DR. PEGG MUSES.

"Poor chap!" said Pegg, with a long-drawn sigh, as, utterly exhausted,
Archie sank back upon his rough resting-place amongst the palm-leaves,
and fell off at once into a deep, swoon-like sleep.  "Oh! if he only
won't wake again for hours and hours, for all this worrying and talking
must be dreadful for him.  Poor girl!  She must be here somewhere, a
prisoner too.  If I could only find out!"

He had been bending over Archie, and was drawing away as softly as could
be for fear the rustling of the leaf-bed might wake his companion again,
to recommence talking in an excited way about Minnie Heath and her fate,
when he heard the sound of voices, the door of the palm and bamboo
building was unbarred and thrown open, and a fierce, swarthy-looking,
scowling Malay, with the hilt of his kris uncovered, strode swaggeringly
in, accompanied by six spear-armed natives of about his own stamp, their
leader looking sharply at the two prisoners, and then about the place.

"Here, I say, don't kick up such a jolly row," said the private in a
hoarse whisper.  "Can't you see that the poor fellow has just dropped
off to sleep?"

The big Malay turned upon him fiercely, and as he took a couple of steps
nearer, the crisp, dry leaves rustled more than ever.

"Will you be quiet?" whispered the private, springing up, and with one
stride planting himself threateningly before the offender, who took a
step back and flashed his naked kris from its sheath, while his
followers lowered their spears for his protection.

"There, put that cook's skewer away," growled the lad, as he pointed at
the kris.  "Can't you be quiet?  Can't you see that I have got nothing
to fight with?  Seven on you to one wounded man!  Nice, plucky lot,
aren't you?  Why, I'm about the youngest chap in my company, but give me
my empty rifle and bay'net and fair-play, and I would take the lot on
you."

Then, placing his open hands on either side of his lips as if he were
about to hail somebody at a distance, he whispered hoarsely:

"Look at him.  Very bad.  Thought he was going to die.  Can't you
understand?"

Lowering his hands, he first pointed to the insensible officer, and
then, treating the bared weapons which menaced him with as much contempt
as if they were not there, he stepped on tiptoe close to his young
companion, and stood pointing down at his terribly swollen forehead,
which was not only cut but discoloured.

He stood waiting, but neither of the Malays moved, only looked at their
leader as if for orders, and then gazed at one another, till he uttered
a low grunt, in response to which the men raised the points of their
spears and planted the butts on the ground.

Peter Pegg gave vent to a low, sneering laugh as he gazed half-jauntily
at the big Malay.

"It didn't skeer me a bit," he said, "queer as I feel; but, between
men--you see how bad my poor officer is--I only want you to keep those
jockeys of yours quiet.  Well, aren't you going to say anything when a
English gentleman addresses you?"

The Malay gazed at him as if wondering at the lad's impudence, and then,
scowling fiercely, he said, in a hoarse, guttural way, and trying to
display his scorn for the sun-burnt, thin-featured lad, "Ingles--
Ingles!"

"That's right, comrade--I mean, enemy.  Well, ain't you going to say any
more?"

The man made no sign, and Peter Pegg continued:

"Can't you understand plain English?  Well, then, take this--_apa boleh
booat_."

"_Apa boleh booat_," said the Malay, with his face relaxing a little;
and he nodded his head slowly, before turning to one of his followers
and pointing to the big water-jar standing near the door, which the man
immediately took up and bore out as if to fill, while his leader pointed
again to a neatly woven bamboo basket in which lay three or four bananas
and a half-eaten cake of bread.

This too was borne out, the contents sent flying amongst the trees close
by, and the basket brought back, like the big jar, replenished.

"_Apa boleh booat_," growled the big Malay, and he bowed his head slowly
at the young soldier.

"All right; I quite agree with you," said Peter; "and now good-morning,
or good-day, and don't come and bother me any more, my Royal Highness,
or whatever you are, for I want to think."

The Malay leader scowled at him again, and then followed his men out of
the door, which was closed loudly, and as heavy bars seemed to be fitted
into sockets, Peter Pegg limped up, as if partly lamed, put his lips
close to a crack, and whispered:

"Thank you.  Much obliged.  A little louder next time, please, for my
officer's asleep."

Then he stood peering through the crack till the footsteps died away.

"Can't see much," he said; "but I wonder what _apa boleh booat_ means.
I meant it for something nasty, but the ugly beggar took it quite
pleasant.  It's what those sampan chaps say when they come back without
catching any fish.  To be sure, and I heard another chap say it when the
Doctor had done strapping up his cut that time when there was a fight
between the two Rajahs' men.  I've picked up a lot more, too, of their
lingo, but it's all mixed up together somewheres, and my head's about as
muddled as poor Mister Archie's.  Poor old chap!  I got it too, but I'd
a deal rather I'd had his topper and he'd had mine, and that's honest;
for though he's a gentleman and I have only been a rough recruity, he's
always been a good chap to me, and I never liked him so much as I do now
when he's in such trouble.  I wonder where poor Miss Minnie is."

_Phoonk_! came from somewhere outside, and there was a rattling as of an
iron chain.

"Oh, there you are, are you?" said Peter.  "The Doctor said in that
lecture he gave us chaps that helephants is the most intelligent beasts
there is--more so than dogs--that they get to understand all sorts of
words that are spoken to them.  That there _phoonk_, or whatever it was,
sounded just like an answer to something I had said; but, of course, it
couldn't be.  These 'ere are Malay helephants, and 'tisn't likely they
could understand English.  I wish, though, this was the one that I got
to be so chummy with on the sham-fight day.  I'd give him half these
'ere bananas and some of the cake, for I don't feel ready to eat much,
and I don't believe that when the governor wakes up he will take
anything but some more water.  Well, anyhow, he's better than he has
been since we've been here.  How long is it?"

The lad raised his hand wearily to his aching brow, and held it there
for some minutes, before shaking his head sadly.

"I d'know," he said.  "It's all getting mixed up again.  Oh, my poor
nut!  How it do ache!  I know what would do it good--lie down and try to
go to sleep.  But I can't; for so sure as I did, Mister Archie would
wake up and want some water, and begin to talk about Miss Minnie.  Oh
dear!  It's far worse than mutiny--to go to sleep when you are on
sentry; and it would be ten times worse to begin to snooze now, with
that poor, half-cranky chap in such a state.  So I'll have one or two of
them finger-stall fruit things and a good drink of water, and then lean
back against the side and see how many Malay words I can remember; and
if that don't keep a poor fellow awake, nothing will."

He stepped softly amongst the rustling leaves and bent down over Archie,
to find that he was breathing freely, and evidently plunged in the deep
sleep of exhaustion.

"That's better," he muttered; "but I should like to dip his handkerchy
in that fresh, cold water and lay it on his head."

His hand was reached out to where he could just catch a glimpse of the
scrap of linen in the lad's breast pocket; but he snatched his extended
fingers back, and stepped away to where the basket and jar had been
placed.

"Do more harm than good," he muttered.  "When I was in orspittle, I
remember old Morley said that sleep was the something that did something
to set wounded fellows up again, and if I got sopping his head, poor
chap! it would wake him up as sure as eggs is eggs."  Then he went down
on his knees, picked up the cocoa-nut cup, filled it to the brim, and
very slowly trickled the contents down his throat.  "Hah!" he sighed.
"Lovely!" as he held up the empty cup.  "That's just the sort of stuff
as would do old Joe Smithers a world of good.--Thankye; yes, I will take
another, as you are so pressing;" and with a contented grin upon his
dirty face, grimed with perspiration and the dried stains from a cut, he
refilled the shell cup, drank the contents, replaced the little vessel
balanced upside-down upon the edge of the rough earthen jar, and then
swung himself round into a sitting position, wincing and half-groaning
with pain as he did so, leant his aching head against the thickly
plaited palm wall, and reached out for the basket, from which he picked
one of the largest golden plantains.

"There's plenty," he said softly, "and three of them just about ought to
set me up."

Then methodically breaking off the end of the one he had chosen, he
began to strip off the thick skin, letting each portion hang over his
hand, as the creamy, white, vegetable-like fruit became bared half-way
down; and then, with a sigh, he took a bite.

"That second cup of Adam's ale was better than the first," he said
appreciatively, "and this 'ere's the best banana I ever nibbled.  We
used to say at home that they was like tallow candle and sleepy pear,
but this one--my word, it's heavenly!"

He took another bite, munching it slowly, with his head sinking down
gently as if to meet his hand, which came up with some effort, ready for
the next bite; and then, with his lower jaw impeded by resting upon his
chest, it ceased to move, the hand that held the banana sank into his
lap, the half-peeled fruit escaped from his fingers, and not one of the
many Malay words that he was about to remember obtained utterance, for
after the watching and disturbed sleep of nights, Nature would do no
more, and Peter Pegg was sleeping more deeply than he had ever slept in
his life before.



CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

PETER'S FRIEND.

Phoonk!  Then a peculiar squeal and grunting sound, and then once again,
_Phoonk_!

Peter Pegg started up into a sitting position, vacant of face and
staring at the straightly streaked rays of sunshine that made their way
through the plaited and latticed sides of the stable-like building in
which he had dropped to sleep.

"What's all that row?" he muttered.  "Where am I?"

He rubbed his eyes; and then, as the grunting, snorting noise continued,
"What does it all mean?" he went on.  "Why, I've been asleep, and was
dreaming something about old Bobby Hood's pigs at home, grunting.  Am I
dreaming now?  Them ain't pigs.  Here, I know--helephants!"

He turned his face to the side of the place against which he had been
leaning, drew himself up, and applied his eyes to one of the cracks,
just as a voice seemed to be calling out in the Malay tongue at three of
the great cumbrous-looking beasts which were about a couple of yards
away from the building.

"Driving of them, and they won't go," thought the watcher; and the
speaker, a stunted-looking Malay with a short, iron-spiked implement,
somewhat like the iron of a boat-hook, in his hand, came into sight
between the huge pachyderms and the door, shouting and growling at his
charge as he waved the hook and progged the nearest beast as if trying
to drive them away.

"What a fool I was not to have learned this precious lingo!  They want
to come in, and he's telling them to get on.  Well, there ain't no room
for them here.--Ah, he don't like that!"  For the dumpy Malay made use
more freely of the goad he carried, and the nearest beast gave vent to
an angry half-squeal, half-grunt, as, shrinking from the prod delivered
at its flank, it made a rush at two companions, driving its great head
first at one and then at the other, and with a good deal of grumbling,
squealing, and waving of trunks, they shuffled out of sight.

"Why, I must have been asleep," cried Pegg, as he made for another
opening where the sun streamed in; "but my head--oh, my head, how it
aches!  I can't seem to understand what it means.  It's all of a--" He
turned slowly round, staring vacantly, till his eyes fell upon the
basket and jar almost at his feet.  "'Nanas--water!  Why,"--he turned
his eyes in another direction, and then, with a faint cry of dismay, he
shuffled across the place, making the dry leaves with which the floor
was covered rustle loudly, as he sank upon his knees beside Archie.
"I've got it now," he said to himself.  "I remember; but my head's as
thick as wool.  He went to sleep, and I sat down to watch till he woke.
Nice watch I've kept!  Well, it's a good job those great brutes come
along and woke me up.  This must have been their old stable, and if I
don't look out, one of these times they will be shoving that door down
and walking in a-top of us.  Poor old chap!  He's sound enough now.
Mustn't touch him.  It would be a pity to wake him.  I couldn't have
been asleep many minutes."

Peter drew away silently and stood for a few moments watching the bright
rays of sunshine that streamed in through the side of the building; and
unconsciously he raised one hand and made a peculiar motion with it as
if he were following the streaks of light from right to left with his
index-finger.

"Seems rum," he muttered; "but it's my head being so thick, I suppose.
Oh, there's that banana I began to eat;" and he stooped down, picked it
up from where it lay amongst the leaves, and then dipped the cocoa-nut
cup into the water, and took a deep draught of the refreshing beverage.

"Ah!" he sighed, as he set down the shell.  "Seems to wash the cobwebs
out of one's head.  Wonder where those helephants were being driven."

As he muttered he stepped to the door and applied his eye to _one_ of
the cracks through which the sun was streaming, and then drew back, for
the glare affected his eye.

"Shines hot," he muttered; "and it wasn't coming in like that when I
looked through just now, before beginning to eat that banana.  Well," he
ejaculated, "it's a rum 'un!  I've got it now!  Why, I must have been
asleep hours and hours and hours.  It ain't this evening.  When I looked
it was all turning red because the sun was going down.  It's to-morrow
morning, and I've been asleep all night.  I'm a nice sort of a chap, I
am, to go on duty and leave my officer in the lurch like that!  Well, he
must have been asleep too.  There's no gammon about it, for it is
to-morrow morning, and he could not have woke up, because I should have
heared him; so that's all right.  Poor chap!  And it must have done him
good.  But now I can think again, and my head don't ache so much.  I
feel better, and there's been no old Job Tipsy to drop upon me.--I wish
there was, and a lot of our fellows with him," said the poor fellow
dismally.

He crossed softly to where Archie lay breathing calmly, and then, as if
feeling satisfied, he went back to the great earthen jar, refreshed
himself with another draught of water, and seated himself by the basket,
from which he took one of the bananas and began to eat.

"I'm quite peckish," he said to himself, "and, my word, they are good!
I don't know how long it is since I felt like this.  It must be a good
sign.  Well, there's plenty of them," he continued, and he took another,
and another.  "Not half bad," he went on, "as there's no commissariat
coffee.  Must leave plenty for Mr Archie, though.  But 'nanas don't
seem the sort of tack for a poor chap with his complaint.  Wishing ain't
no good, or I'd do it with both hands, and wish old Jollop was here to
look at his tongue and to strap up that head of his.  It ought to have
all the hair cut off, but one can't do that with a blunt knife.  Hullo!
what's that?" he muttered, after satisfying himself with the fruit from
the basket.  "I believe it's one of those two-tailed pigs grunting and
chuntering."

He went to the opening through which he had peered before, and looked
out.

"Can't see anything," he muttered, "but it sounds like one of them
coming back.  Yes, I can!  It is--just coming through the trees.  Why,
he's all wet, and dripping with mud and water.  That's it.  They have
been driven down by their keeper to the river.  Yes, there must be a
river; and I say, lad, there's something to recollect.  This 'ere place
is somewhere up the river, or down it.  Yes, down it, because up the
river the water's clear, and down it, it gets muddy.  Oh, I don't know.
I dare say there's muddy places up the banks.  There, stop that
chuntering row.  Just like a drove of pigs.  He's coming back to his
stable somewhere.  Why, he's coming straight here, just as if he meant
to knock the door down and get in.  Well, if he did he wouldn't hurt us.
He's only a tame one.  That little chap made three of them shuffle off.
But what a chance to cut if he opens the door!  Oh dear!" he added,
with a sigh.  "Talk about cutting, with the young governor like he is!
And even if he could walk, we don't know the way.  Wonder where we are.
It must be the Rajah's place somewhere right up in the jungle where he
keeps his helephants, and that there Frenchman put him up to keeping his
hostriches, as he called them, up here too."

Peter Pegg's mutterings and musing were brought to a sudden end by the
elephant, which seemed to be quite alone, coming close up to the
doorway, grunting and chuntering, as the young private called it, just
as if the animal were talking to itself, mingling its remarks with a low
squeal which might have meant either anger or satisfaction.

"I believe," thought Peter, "it's one of them that came to the
sham-fight, and I could almost fancy it's the chap I had a ride on.  But
they are all alike, only one's bigger than another, and t'other's more
small.  If he had got his toggery on with gold fringes and the big
bamboo clothes-basket full of cushions on his back, I should know him
directly.  But he's what they call disguised in mud.--Here, I say,
don't!  What you doing on?"

It was plain enough, for the great elephant had seized hold of a portion
of the woven, basket-like wall, which began to crack and give way as a
piece was torn out.

"I say, don't--don't be a fool!  You'll wake the poor governor,"
whispered Peter, who began to tremble now with alarm.--"Oh, don't I wish
I could remember what the mahout said to him!--Here, I say, don't!--I
believe he's gone mad, and if he gets at us--Here, I say, what shall I
do?"  And he backed away from where the light was beginning to show more
brightly through the woven wall, and took up his position as if to
protect his wounded officer.  "If I had only got my rifle and bayonet, I
could keep him off, perhaps, with a good dig.  Here, they have left me
my knife, though," he said joyously, as he drew it out and opened the
blade.

The possession of even this contemptible weapon seemed to give the poor
fellow some confidence, and he took three or four steps towards the hole
the huge beast was making, just as there was torn away another piece of
the elastic palm or bamboo of which the wall between the uprights was
formed.

And then the light opening was suddenly darkened.

"Blest if it ain't just like a great horse-leech such as we used to find
in the water-crease beds, only about ten million times as big;" and the
lad stood helplessly staring as he saw the monster's trunk thrust right
in through the wall and beginning to wave up and down and from side to
side, wondrously elastic, the nostrils at the end in this semi-darkness
looking like a pair of little wet eyes, between which the prehensile
part moved up and down like a tiny pug-nose.

_Sniff, snuff, snort_, and then a little squeal as, after waving here
and there for a few moments, the curious member was stretched out
straight in the direction of the lad, emitted a deep, damp sigh, and
then began to wave up and down and to and fro again, before curling up,
to some extent uncoiling, and shooting out straight and stiff again in
the same direction.

"Oh Lor'!" groaned Peter, "it's just like one of them there big
boa-constructors, and he's coming for me.  He means me.  There's a
sniff!  And this knife not a bit of good.  If I cut it off it would only
make him more wild.  Look at it, with its two little eyes seeming to
stare at me.  Boa-constructor!  It's more like an injy-rubber pipe gone
mad."

There was another faint squeal, and the great trunk slowly changed its
position, and stretched itself out in the direction of the bamboo
basket.

"Here, I say," thought Peter, "does he mean them?"

The lad hesitated for a minute or two while the elephant continued its
low, almost purring, muttering sound, as the trunk turned once more in
his direction, and then became stiffly pointed out again towards the
basket, while the wall about the height of the elephant's head gave
forth a loud crack.

"He's a-leaning ag'in it, and it's coming through!" gasped Peter.
"Here, there's nothing for it.--All right, mate; wait a minute: you
shall have the whole blessed lot.  Murder!  Don't!" roared the poor
fellow; for as he made a dash to reach the basket, as quick as lightning
the trunk was curled round his neck, and held him fast as he dropped
upon his knees.

"It's all over, Mister Archie, sir," he groaned.  "And you lying there
asleep and taking not no notice!  Wouldn't have catched me 'listing if
I'd ha' known it meant coming to this!--Oh, I say, do leave go!"

As if his captor thoroughly grasped the meaning of his piteous appeal,
the trunk began slowly to loosen its hold; and then, as the poor fellow
prepared himself for a dash to get beyond its reach, he found it begin
to smooth him over and stroke him gently down from shoulder to arm,
playing about as if caressing him, after the fashion in which he had
seen the animals treat their mahout when about to be fed.

"Oh dear!" groaned Peter; "I thought it was all over with me.  Does he
mean he wants one of them bananas?"

The lad's hand trembled as he reached out, picked up one of the
bananas--the largest he could see--and held it in the direction of the
end of the trunk.

There was a loud sniff; the trunk curled round the fruit, curved under,
and was drawn back through the hole.  The sun shone brightly in, and
Peter felt conscious that the banana was disappearing into the great
brute's wet mouth.  Then in the most deliberate manner the end of the
trunk reappeared, gliding towards him like some serpent.  The light was
pretty well shut out, and as the wall creaked again, Peter somehow
omitted to dash right off as far away as he could go, and found himself
picking up another banana, which was deliberately taken, disappeared
slowly to make way for the light to pass in, and then the process was
repeated once more.

"Here, who's afraid?" said the lad, mastering the oppression and panting
from which he suffered, as he picked up a fourth banana.  "He means
friends, and I'm blessed if I don't believe it's the same one as I
tackled at the sham-fight, I wish I knew.--Want another, mate?" he
continued, as the trunk-end curled towards him again; and as it slowly
took the banana from his hand, he passed his fingers beyond the grasped
fruit, and gave the quivering member a quick stroke or two.

To his surprise, the trunk remained motionless, and a faint snorting
sound or grunt came from beyond the wall.

"All right.  Paid for!" said Peter as he withdrew his hand, and the
trunk disappeared.  "I do believe it's the same one," repeated the lad,
"and I shall be all right as long as these 'ere 'nanas last; but when
they are done, suppose he comes through to see why the rations have
stopped.  Well, I must make them last as long as I can; and he's very
cool over it, and not in a hurry.  Wonder whether it is that one I knew,
and he smelt me and come to see.  Yah!  Stuff!  He smelt the fruit.  Oh!
here he is again."

The next time the trunk reappeared Peter Pegg was ready with one of the
oat-cakes broken in half.  This was taken just as readily, and was being
drawn through the hole when its awkward semicircular shape caused it to
be caught against the sides, and it dropped inside instead of
disappearing like the fruit.  The trunk was withdrawn unsupplied, and
Peter was in the act of stooping to pick up the piece of cake, when the
light was obscured again, making the lad glance upwards and catch sight
of the serpent-like, coiling member descending slowly upon him.

"Here, no larks!" cried the lad, dropping upon his knees and preparing
to crawl out of reach; but the thought of what he had suffered before
unnerved him for the moment, and he could not stir.

He uttered a faint cry as he felt the touch of the elastic organ; but it
only began to stroke him caressingly, and recovering himself, he drew a
deep breath, held out the piece of cake, which was smelt directly,
taken, and this time disappeared in safety.

It was all done very slowly, and poor Peter thought to himself, "I
suppose he's enjoying of it all--but think of me!"  He grew more
confident, however, and went on and on, presenting the generous supply
of bananas till only four were left, and these and the other cake he
thrust farther away, and stripping off his flannel jacket, he covered
the remainder in the bottom of the basket.

This he had just done when the trunk reappeared as usual, and summoning
up his courage to meet the disappointment and perhaps anger of his
visitor, Peter cried aloud:

"There!  All over, comrade!  No more to-day.  Off you go!"

Just as if the huge beast understood him from the tone of his voice, it
raised its trunk and passed it about his shoulders and breast; and then
the poor fellow uttered a faint groan of despair.

"What a fool I was!" he thought, for he felt the trunk curl round his
neck and tighten gently; and his heart began to fail, when it was
uncurled, and stretched out again; the wall overhead creaked loudly, and
the end of the trunk was dipped in the big earthen jar.

There was a sucking noise, the trunk disappeared slowly, and Peter drew
the jar so that it stood just below the opening the elephant had made.
As this was done there came the loud squirting sound of the water being
sent down the huge beast's throat.

Then the trunk descended, to be recharged and disappear again, and
Peter, as the trunk was withdrawn, seized the supply-vessel and drew it
right away.

"Don't believe there's half a pint left," he grumbled.  "What about
Mister Archie?--There, no more!" he cried aloud, as the trunk was thrust
back, passed over his shoulders again, and finally withdrawn, Peter half
climbing up to peer through the hole and see his visitor go slowly
muttering away.

"And him grumbling, too," said the lad--"ungrateful beast!  He did give
me a fright.  But, my eye, what a game!  Look at him!" he continued, as
the hind-quarters of the monster concealed the rest of its form.  "Just
like an awful great pair of trousers walking by theirselves!"



CHAPTER NINETEEN.

PRISONERS.

"There's a pretty go!" he cried, as he lifted the now light basket and
put it down again, and peered once more into the earthen jar.  "Suppose
they meant the rations and water to last for two or three days!  There
was a good supply, and that great beast has wolfed and drunk all.  Well,
it has made him friends, anyhow.  He will be coming again.  Yes; but who
wants a friend like that to keep coming again?"

The lad glanced in the direction of his fellow-prisoner, to find that he
was still sleeping; and his next proceeding was to go gingerly about,
disturbing the dry leaves as little as possible, and making a more
thorough examination of the place.

"Must have been a helephant stable once upon a time," he concluded at
last, "for here's the great post that one of the big pigs was chained to
by the leg so that he could not get at the walls.  Walls!  They are
nothing better than so many fences.  Talk about shutting up a helephant!
Why, I could pull them down myself if I wanted to get away--leastways I
could climb up the side and make a hole through the roof.  Can't call
one's self a prisoner.  Yes, I can, because I am regularly chained by
the leg; for who's going to leave his comrade?  Poor old chap!"

At that moment there was a deep sigh, followed by a loud rustling
amongst the leaves, as Archie made an effort to change his position,
slightly raising his head, but letting it fall back with a low groan,
while the young private stepped softly to his side, knelt down, and bent
over him.

"Hurt you much, Mister Archie, sir?" the lad whispered quietly, and one
hand played over the injured head, hesitated, and was then withdrawn.
"Hurt you, Mister Archie, sir?" he said again, a little louder, for
there was only a weary sigh.  "Wish he'd speak," said the lad to
himself, "for he ought to have something, if it's only a drop more
water.  What a fool I was to let that great indiarubber thing suck it
all up!  Why, I couldn't even use some of it now to bathe his poor
head."

The poor fellow seemed to Pegg to be sleeping as heavily as ever, and
after he had looked at him carefully for a few minutes, there was a
deep, buzzing hum as of some insect, and a great fly flashed across the
golden rays which streamed in through the thatch, and hovered around for
a few moments as if about to settle upon the sleeping lad's head.

"Would you?" ejaculated Peter Pegg, striking out so fiercely and exactly
that he struck the insect with a sharp pat and drove it against the
woven wall, with which it was heard to come in contact, to fall
directly, buzzing and rustling among the dried leaves.  "That's settled
you," said Peter.  "I know your little game--lay eggs and make a poor
fellow's wound go bad.  Not this time!"

"Cowards!" came excitedly from Archie, and he once more tried to raise
his head, but only for it to sink back wearily.  "Burning--always
burning!  Oh, how hot--how hot!"

"Like some water, Mister Archie, sir?"

"Water!  Who said water?"

"Me, sir.  There is a little.  Let me give you a taste."

There was no reply, so Peter quickly tilled the cocoa-nut shell, bore it
to his companion's side, and knelt down.

"Now then, sir, you let me hyste you up a little.  Don't you try--I can
do it, and hold the nut to your lips.  You will have nothing to do but
drink."

At the first touch Archie started violently.

"Who's that?" he cried.

"Only me, sir.  Steady, or you will upset the whole blessed apple-cart,
and make yourself wet."

"Only me--only me," said Archie, and directly after the poor fellow sank
back again with a weary sigh.

"Look at that, now!" said Peter.  "Oh! his head must be awfully bad
inside as well as out.  Why, if he isn't asleep again!"

It was growing dusk, when, feeling faint, hot, and exhausted, Peter Pegg
stood over the basket, looked into it longingly, and then glanced at his
wounded companion.

"He's sure not to want anything to eat," he said to himself.  "A drop of
water's about all he will touch when he comes to; and it's lucky I held
that cocoa-nut shell tight, or it would all have gone."  He turned to
the jar, into which he had poured back the contents of the nearly full
shell.  "Oh dear!  To think I let that great, gorging fire-hose of a
hanimal suck up nearly all that beautiful water, when this place has
been like an oven and made me as thirsty as if I had been living on
commissariat bacon.  Can't help it.  He's sure to want a drink when he
wakes up.  I must leave that."

As he spoke he turned the jar sideways, and the ruddy light which
filtered in through the cracks showed him the cool, clear fluid in the
dark bottom of the vessel.  He dipped in the shell, and found he could
fill it easily.

"More than I thought," he said joyfully.  "Why, I might have
half-a-shellful, and then there would be quite a shell and a half left
for the young governor.  Can't help it; I must," he cried impatiently.
"My throat's as dry as a sawpit."

Dipping the shell as he still held the jar sideways he brought it up
again more than half-full.

"Too much," he said softly.  "Fair-play's a jewel;" and carefully and
slowly he let a portion of the precious water trickle back into the
bottom of the jar.

"That's about half," he said, with a judicial look.  "Now then, sip it,
mate, and make it go as far as you can."

Raising the cup to his lips, he slowly imbibed the tepid liquid till the
very last drop had been drained out of the shell.  Then replacing it
where it had been before, he uttered a deep sigh.

"I never used to think water was so beautiful," he said softly.  "I
forget what them people asked for when they had three wishes, but I know
what I should wish for now.  It would be for that there jar brim-full of
cold water, and me to have a throat as long as a boa-constructor, so
that I could feel it all go gently down."

His eyes fell upon the basket again, and the slight draught of water
having turned his faintness into a strong desire for food, he could
hardly restrain himself from taking one of the remaining bananas.  In
fact, after resisting the temptation for some minutes, he darted his
hand down, caught up one of the soft, gold-tinted fruits, raised it
towards his mouth, and dashed it down again.

"Hanged if I do!" he cried angrily; and thrusting his hands deep into
his pockets, he had another look at Archie, and then raised himself up
so as to peer through the opening the elephant had made, and try to get
some better idea of his position.

"Trees, trees, trees," he said; "trees everywhere; but there's a path
off to the left, and one goes off to the right, and there's another goes
straight away.  Let's see: off to the right must be down to the river,
because that's where the helephants went; and those other paths must go
to where somebody lives; but there's no sign of a house--nothing but
trees.  Not a sound!  Oh, what a lonely place it is!  And here's all the
long, dark night coming.  The sun's going down fast.  I sha'n't sleep a
wink to-night after snoozing as I did.  And here I'm going to lie
thinking about that upset with poor Mister Archie's boat, and--yes, I
shall be thinking more about what's become of Miss Minnie.  Here, I say,
what a row there's going to be when the Major and Sir Charles know of it
all!  And me shut up here instead of being with the lads when the
governor lets them slip at these Malay jockeys, for I am a bigger fool
than I thought for if one of these Rajahs isn't at the bottom of this
job.  I don't know but what it might be that there smooth young 'un who
dosses hisself up to look like an English gent.  If it ain't him, it's
that queer-eyed, big, fat fellow; only I suppose it can't be him,
because old Tipsy Job says he's friends.  How comes it, then," he
continued, speaking with energy, "that the Frenchman has had to do with
our being prisoners?  Here, I can't think.  It's making my head ache and
things get mixed again.  What's that?" he half-whispered excitedly.
"It's somebody coming;" and pressing his face closer to the opening, he
strained his eyes round so as to gaze to the left, and then dropped
lightly down before throwing himself upon the dried palm-leaves close to
where Archie lay, and listening to the coming steps.  "That chap can
speak English 'most as well as I can," he thought to himself, "and I am
going to ask him plump and plain what's become of Miss Minnie."

A gruff voice uttered what was evidently a command to halt, the wooden
bars were lowered and the door thrown open to admit the deep sunset
glow, and the stern-looking Malay with his following marched in, their
steps rustling amidst the leaves that covered the floor; and the leader
bent down curiously over Archie, scowling at him fiercely, before
turning his lurid eyes searchingly upon the young private, who now lay
back with his lids half-lowered, apparently gazing down into his chest.

The Malay rose again, then turned and gave an order to his followers,
two of whom stepped outside, one of them first standing up the spear he
carried in the dark corner behind the door, while their chief growled
out something as he pointed at the freshly torn opening in the side.
One of the men grunted--it sounded like a grunt to Peter Pegg--and
raising his spear, he passed it through the opening, rattled it to and
fro, and then stepped outside to pick up two or three torn-out pieces of
palm-fibre, brought them in, showed them to his chief, and uttered a
half-laugh.

Just then the two men who had passed outside returned, one bearing a
fresh jar brim-full of water, the other a basket of fruit and another of
the big, roughly made cakes, which were set down.

Then the leader stepped forward, stooped down suddenly over Pegg, his
right hand resting upon the fold of the sarong which covered the hilt of
his kris, and with his left thumb he roughly raised the young private's
eyelids one after the other.

Peter Pegg did not so much as wince.

"Let him think I'm asleep if he likes--an ugly Eastern beast!"

The Malay turned now to Archie to look fixedly at the poor fellow's
head, before touching the injured scalp with one brown finger, with the
effect of eliciting a deep-drawn sigh of pain.

Then the man rose, and apparently satisfied with the helplessness of the
prisoners, he uttered a low, abrupt order, and his little train
shouldered their spears and marched out, one of them carrying the empty
basket, his companion shouldering the heavy earthen jar.

Peter Pegg lay back motionless, to listen to the barring of the door,
half-wondering the while at the great change that the closing door made
upon the interior: one moment the last rays of the setting sun were
flooding the great stable with a deep, blood-red glow; the next the
place seemed by comparison quite dark.

The lad listened till the last retiring steps had died away, and then he
sat up suddenly, with the recollection of a little knife and fork given
to him years before by his grandmother, and chuckling softly to himself,
he half-whispered:

"A present for a good boy!--Of course," he said, after a pause to make
sure that no one was going to return; "I am not going to bounce, but I
was a very good boy for not pitching into that 'nana.  Oh my!  Ain't it
splendid!" he continued, turning over on hands and knees and scrambling
like a quadruped to where the jar and basket had been placed.  "There's
going to be such a supper!  But don't I wish I was going to have
company!  Oh, you beauty!" he cried hoarsely, as he hugged the great jar
to his chest, bent down till he could press his lips to the thick edge,
and then tilting it slightly, drank and drank and drank.

At last he lowered the jar till it stood firmly in its place, raised
himself upon his knees, and uttered a long, deep sigh.

"Oh, ain't it splendid!" he said.  "They have got water here!  Talk
about a horse drinking--well, I suppose any one would say I drank like a
hass or a pig.  No, I didn't, because I've only been drinking the
helephant's share if he comes again--not yours, Mister Archie.  I do
wish you were awake.--Here, I say, let's have some of that bread," he
said, half-aloud now; and breaking the cake in four, he placed himself
in a comfortable position and took a bite.

"That ain't quite comfortable, though," he muttered, and raking a lot of
the leaves into the corner of the place, he seated himself so that he
could rest his back in the angle.

"Not quite right," he muttered.  "These 'ere big feathers have got a lot
of quill in them.  Let's have some more."

He stretched out his left hand in the darkness to draw an armful more of
the dried palm-leaves beneath him, when his hand came in contact with
something which rasped against the matted wall and fell heavily in the
direction of where his fellow-prisoner lay.

"What's that?" said the lad sharply, as, sweeping his hand round over
the leaves, his fingers closed almost spasmodically upon what felt like
a bamboo cane.

The next moment Pete was upon his feet, staring in the direction of the
dimly seen door.

"My!" he whispered hoarsely; and using the cane like a walking-stick, he
stepped on tiptoe right to the door, and then whispered softly beneath
his breath:

"Hi!  Hi!  Hi!  I say, old 'un, you've forgot your spear.--Think of
that, now," he continued, half-aloud.  "Why, of course; he stood it up
there before he went out to fetch that precious jar.  Forgot it!  I
say--talk about discipline in the Rajah's army, and a chap forgetting
his piece!  Fancy old Tipsy, and it was me and my rifle!  Plenty of
water, plenty of bread and fruit, and a present of one of them spears,
as will be handier than a fixed bay'net.  Why isn't Mister Archie awake
to enjoy all this?  Now then, if that chap will only come to-morrow
night, and forget another of these sharp-pointed toothpicks for Mister
Archie, I shall be very much obliged.  But here am I playing the fool
like this, and at any moment he may be coming back to fetch this one
away.  Well, if he expects he's going to get it, poor chap, I'm sorry
for him;" and obeying his first impulse, he carried the keen-pointed
weapon across the floor, lowered the head, and felt gently to find where
it was bare; and the next moment his lingers were playing about over
what was evidently a short piece of bamboo of about the same
circumference as the shaft, and which fitted tightly over the keen blade
like a sheath.

Then going down upon one knee, he thrust the spear carefully in beneath
the bed of leaves at the foot of the wall, behind where Archie lay.  Not
satisfied at once, he withdrew and thrust in the weapon again, feeling
if it was well covered; and then going to the far end, and scraping up
and bringing a double armful of the dried leaves, he carefully covered
his treasure more deeply.

"Ah!" he ejaculated, panting a little with his exertion, "I don't think
it's likely.--What say, sir?" he added, addressing an imaginary Malay
fighting-man.  "Have I seen your spear?  No, sir.  Haven't set eyes upon
it, honour bright.--`Always tell the truth, Pete,' granny used to say.
Well, ain't that the truth?  Why, I don't believe a cat could have seen
it; and if I hadn't knocked it down I shouldn't have known it was there.
Now, between ourselves, I do think I deserve something to eat after
that," muttered the poor fellow.  "Here, where did I put that there
piece of cake?  It must be lost amongst those leaves.  Dropped it when I
was feeling for the spear.  What! plenty more in the basket?  No, I
won't.  Wilful waste makes woeful want.  Why, here it is in my trousers
pocket all the time!  So, now then, let's have another try; and I will
treat myself to a banana afterwards.  No, I won't; I'll have two."  And
hurrying to the basket, he helped himself to the fruit, and then made
himself comfortable in the corner where he had knocked over the spear,
and began to eat with a splendid appetite.

"Oh, don't I wish you was here to help me, Mister Archie, sir!" he said,
half-aloud and rather piteously.  "Poor, dear chap!  I'd feed you if I
dared wake you up; but I'm sure it's right to let you sleep.  But won't
you be glad when you know about that spear?  If we could only get
another, and a couple of them krises, we should be regular set up if it
come to a scrimmage, as it shall, as sure as my name's Peter.  We are
going to escape--somehow; and if anybody stops us it's a fight.  We
sha'n't be able to throw the spears like these Malay beggars do, but me
and Mister Archie can do bay'net practice with them in a way that will
open some of their eyes.  Oh, how good!" half-whispered the lad, as he
finished his frugal supper of bread and banana.  "Don't it seem to put
life in a fellow!  Now, what am I going to do?  Sit and think of how to
escape?  No hurry, lad.  I want Mister Archie's orders, and I'll do the
work.  Seems to me that the first thing will be for me to get out of
here somehow in the dark to go and reconnoitre, and then steal--no, it's
capture, being enemies--another spear and two krises.  How?  Knock down
an enemy somewhere and take what he's got.  I'm game.  And then--"

That was as far as Peter Pegg got, for he could not partake of so hearty
a meal, after refreshing himself in a way that thoroughly quenched his
thirst, without obeying Nature afterwards; and this he did, lying prone,
fully stretched out, and not in the painful, cramping position of the
previous night.



CHAPTER TWENTY.

ARCHIE THINKS.

"Hoomph!  Phoonk!"

"What say?" cried Peter, springing up in a sitting position, to find it
was daylight once more.  "Oh, it's you, is it?" he cried, for there was
a crackling by the door, and the great, tapering, serpent-like trunk of
an elephant was waving to and fro and reaching towards the water-jar.

"Yahhh!  Burrrr!" came from outside, and there were steps as if somebody
were rushing towards the door to chase the intruder away.

The utterer of the yell seemed to have been successful, for the trunk
was drawn back quickly, the elephant trumpeted, there were the footsteps
of a man, and the shuffling sound of the gait of the great beast, as,
springing up, Peter Pegg ran to the door and climbed up to place his eye
where the trunk had been, so that he could see what was taking place.

"My!  Look at that!" cried Peter cheerily.  "That ain't the way to drive
a helephant away.  You are going all wrong, comrade."  For, instead of
suffering himself to be driven, the elephant opened his mouth, curved up
his trunk into something the shape of the letter S, and displaying two
finely produced, sharply pointed tusks, he was starting in full chase of
the stumpy underling who had been driving him down to the river, but
only to turn back and make a call on his new friend for refreshment.

"What a lark!" said Peter, as the elephant disappeared after his quarry.
"It makes me feel as if I should like to keep helephants, if I get to
be Field-Marshal and they make me Governor-General of Injy and Malay;
for they are such rum beggars.  They look just as if when they died they
would do to cut up for injy-rubber.  And they seem so friendly, too,
with any one they like.  Sort of things as you can't drive, but have to
lead.  I should like a good helephant for a pet, but I suppose he would
be expensive to keep; and I don't suppose that there grubby-looking
little chap feels very comfortable with that one chivying him.  Here, I
never thought of that," continued Peter, as he dropped down amongst the
palm-leaves.  "My lord was reaching out that big leech of his after our
rations.  Lucky he couldn't get at them.  I ought to have remembered to
put them away;" and, to guard against any mishap, Peter Pegg hastened to
place jar and basket in the right-hand corner of the building, where
they would be handy for replenishing, and out of reach and out of sight
of his huge visitor.  This done, the young private crossed over to where
he had thrust and covered over the spear, and, to his intense
satisfaction, he found that unless a searcher well turned over the dried
leaves, it would be impossible to find the concealed weapon.

"Is that you, Pete?" said a faint voice; and Archie's fellow-prisoner
literally rushed to the speaker's side.

"Me it is, sir.  England for ever, and hooray!  Oh, do say you are
better, sir!" cried the lad, ending in a half-squeak as if there were
tears in his throat or he was trying to imitate an elephant.

"Better?  Yes, I think I'm better, Pete," said the poor fellow feebly.
"But my head aches dreadfully, and--and--I'm so weak."

"Ah, I've got to bathe that head, sir."

"Yes, I think that would do it good.  Yes, I am better, Pete, for I can
think.  We are prisoners, aren't we?"

"Yes, sir, at present," said Pete confidently.  "Just till we are
exchanged, or escape."

"Ah!" ejaculated Archie.  "I said I could think now, and I was
forgetting.  Look here, have you found Miss Minnie?"

"Now, now, now, sir," cried the young private in a tone full of
remonstrance; "you have been very ill, and off your head.  It's very
horrid, I know, but you have got to get better, and not make yourself
worse with thinking about that."

"Yes, yes, I know," said Archie excitedly.  "But you don't tell me.
Have you found out where she is?"

"No, sir; not yet.  I couldn't leave you."

"Not leave me, man?  You must get out of this place as soon as you can,
and either find her or make your way to headquarters, and let the Doctor
and Major Knowle--oh, and Sir Charles too--know what has happened."

"Mister Archie, sir," said the lad, laying a cool hand on his young
officer's burning brow, "don't, sir--please, don't!  They must know all
you want to say long enough ago, and before now they have got all our
brave lads out searching the country; and you may lie still, sir, and
think to yourself that nobody will rest until Miss Minnie is found."

There was silence for a few minutes, during which Peter Pegg half lay
beside his wounded officer, listening to words uttered in command that
sounded familiar.  They were evidently orders addressed to the elephant,
which was shuffling by the great stable, making a whining sound as if
protesting against being driven.

Then all was still again, till Archie said quietly:

"Yes, Pete, you are quite right, and I pray Heaven that she may be quite
safe by now.  But tell me, do you think I--I mean we--did all we could?"

"Mister Archie, sir, once more, don't, please!  I am only a poor,
ignorant chap, but I do know this, through having been in horspittle,
that you have got to keep quiet and not worry yourself if you are going
to get well.  First thing, sir, is that you have got to get strong
enough so that we can escape."

"Yes, yes, Pete; that's right!  Escape!" cried Archie excitedly.

"Take it coolly, sir," remonstrated the lad.

"Well, I will be cool, Pete."

"That's right, sir.  We've got to escape, and I have begun preparations
already."

"Yes, that's right.  What have you done?"

"Got a spear to begin with, sir."

"Ah, well, that's something."

"Yes, sir--something for you to handle like a bay'net if they won't let
us go quietly."

"Right--right!"

"And the next thing, sir, is for you to get strong to handle it."

"Ah, and I am so weak!"

"Of course you are, sir, when you have had nothing but a drop of water
for days."

"For days!"

"Yes, sir; and now your breakfast's waiting.  It's only bread and fruit
and water, but it's wonderful stuff to put strength in a man, and you
have got to begin getting it into you at once."

"No, no; not yet," pleaded Archie.  "Let me lie and think a bit first."

"Not a minute, sir," cried the poor fellow's nurse.  "You feel as if you
couldn't touch anything, of course, but your horspittle orderly says it
is only making a beginning; and here you are--cocoa-nutful clear, fresh
water, so tip it down at once."

Archie protested feebly, and then obeyed; and after taking a sip or two
from the thick-lipped vessel, he ended by finishing the cooling draught
with something like avidity.

Shortly after Peter Pegg was watching his patient crumbling some of the
bread-cake and dipping pieces in a fresh supply of water and beginning
to eat.



CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

PLANS.

"Now, Mister Archie, sir, you was precious cross with me for bothering
you into eating that little bit; but ain'tcher ever so much better now?"

"Oh yes, Pete.  That horrible feeling of faintness is going off; but my
head--"

"Oh, you let your head alone, sir.  That'll come right if only you keep
on eating directly you begin to feel faint, if it is ever so little a
bit."

"You must make me, then, Pete.  Never mind my turning disagreeable.
It's because I am not myself."

"All right, sir.  Now you just tell me what we are to do."

"Find means for us to escape."

"That's what I want, sir, so as just to have the way ready.  But it's no
use to get out and me to have to carry you on my back."

Archie sighed, for he was forced to accept the truth of his companion's
words.  He lay thinking then of his interview with the Doctor, and he
said to himself:

"I wanted something to take the boyishness out of me, and this has come
and swept it away at one stroke and for ever.--Look here," he said
aloud; "look round and see whether it is possible for you to get out--I
mean, just think the matter over so that you may be able to contrive to
get outside after dark and examine our surroundings a bit."

"That's all settled, sir.  There's no breaking through the door, but I
have been thinking that I might climb up inside here, sir, get as far as
them bamboo rafters, and squeeze a way out on to the roof through them
palm-leaf mats.  Pst!"

"What is it?"

Peter Pegg held up one finger, and then pointed sharply towards the
door.

"Some one there?  I don't hear anything."

"No, sir.  That topper you got seems to have made you a bit deaf," said
the lad, as he crouched close up to his companion's head.  "I don't
suppose if we spoke loud that any one would understand us; but there's
some one outside there, and after a bit I am going to look if he ain't
gone."

The lad waited for a while, and then rose and began to pace slowly up
and down the front of his prison, and ended by climbing quickly up by
the door and peering out through the hole the elephant had made.

He only gave a glance, before descending quickly, to continue his
marching up and down for a time, when he ended by throwing himself
beside his companion and settling down as if for a nap.  The lad
preserved silence, lying with his eyes closed, while Archie watched him
anxiously.

"Did you see anything?" whispered the young subaltern at last.

"Yes; a chap there in a yellow-and-red sarong, and as I was looking out,
the ugly, black-looking beggar was squinting in.  I wasn't sure at
first, but it's like this 'ere: when they thought we was too bad they
didn't trouble about us, but somebody must have been watching, and seen
you beginning to pick a bit, and that's made them think that it's time
to look after us, so they have planted a chap outside as a sentry."

"How horrible!" whispered Archie.

"Well, it's bad, sir; but it's good too.  He's got a big spear and one
of them crooked daggers stuck in his rolled-up sarong; and them's just
what I want."

"Yes; but you can't get them, Pete."

"I dunno so much about that, sir.  If I get out I might be able to drop
down upon him from the roof and help myself to his tools before he knew
where he was."

"What! murder the sentry?"

"Not me, sir.  It's only war now.  'Sides, I won't hurt him if he will
give in quietly.  It strikes me that if I could manage to drop down upon
him sudden he would be so scared that he would be ready to cut.  But
don't you bother about that, sir.  You leave that to me.  You have got
nothing to do now but eat and drink and sleep till you are fit to take
command."

As the day wore on the heat of the place grew half-suffocating.  They
had both been too ill to notice this at first, but now it grew to be
insufferable.

"I wonder how the sentry stands it," thought the young private; and
taking advantage of the Malay being very quiet--for not so much as a
step had been heard for quite an hour--Peter made a sign to his
companion not to take any notice, and then crossed to the other side of
his prison, and after walking to and fro slowly and quietly a few times,
he raised one foot to a bamboo cross-piece, sprang up, caught at a
second bar, and held on just long enough to get one glance through the
hole, before dropping lightly down again.

"Look at that, now," he muttered, for he had had time to see that the
sentry was squatting down upon his heels, his chin buried in his breast,
and evidently fast asleep.  "What a chance if I was outside!" thought
Peter; and he climbed quickly and silently up now to have a good look at
their guard, just in time to see him start up erect and catch hold of
the spear he had leaned against the tree that shaded him.

At the same moment Peter Pegg grasped the fact that the Malay had not
been disturbed by _his_ movements, for he was gazing right away down the
forest path facing the big door.

"It must be somebody coming," thought Peter.  "He sleeps like a weasel,
with one eye open."

He had proof the next minute that he was right.  The steps became
audible, and a couple more spear-armed men approached; there was a short
whispered conversation, and one of them took the sentry's place.

"Changing guard," muttered Peter, "That's imitation of what they have
seen us do.  Wonder whether they are going to carry that on all night."

In due time there was another visit from the party which had brought the
fruit and water, the surly-looking leader having the door unbarred, to
give a look round, and then, on their being satisfied that the prisoners
had an ample supply of provisions, the door was closed again, to Peter
Pegg's great relief, for he placed his lips close to Archie's ear and
whispered:

"Oh, I have been squirming!  I was afraid they would begin to hunt for
the spear they left behind."

"Spear left behind?" said Archie.

"Yes; didn't I tell you?  They forgot one last night, and it's tucked in
behind you, under the leaves.--Now then," thought the lad, "what's it
going to be--sentry by day only, or one all night?"

The latter proved to be the case, for after the two prisoners had
partaken of an evening meal--Archie making no opposition now--Peter Pegg
peered out from time to time, to see that the sentry had drawn nearer to
the door; and there he was, plain enough, till it grew too dark to
distinguish anything a few yards away, when at last the silence became
so profound that the lad began to hope that the watch was given up.  He
whispered his belief to his fellow-prisoner, and said that he was going
to see whether it would be possible to creep out by way of the roof,
when his hopes were dashed by a cough; but on peering out he could see
nothing, and, full of disappointment, he walked slowly to where Archie
lay, and whispered to him again.

"I can't see anything," he said, "but I have watched him so often that I
could make it all out.  He's been taking a bit of one of them betel-nuts
out of a bag, and then taking a sirih-leaf from a sort of book, and
laying it on his hand before he opened his little brass box full of that
wet lime.  Then he smeared some of the lime over the leaf, laid the bit
of nut on it, rolled the leaf up into a quid, and tucked it in his
cheek, just like a Jack-tar.  Nasty brute!  Making his teeth black and
the corners of his mouth all red.  'Tain't as if it was a bit of decent
'bacco!  Well, perhaps when he has had a good chew he will go to sleep."

"It will be impossible for you to try to get out to-night, Pete."

"Impossible, sir?  I'll just show you!  I'm not going to be kept shut up
here like a tame hanimile in a cage, I can tell him."

"But supposing you do try to break through the thatch, he is certain to
hear you."

"Suppose he does, sir!  How will he know but what I'm one of them big
monkeys as they send up trees to pick the cocoa-nuts, or one of the wild
cat sort of things as the jungle's full of?  You let me alone, sir.  I
mean to make a beginning.  Sha'n't do much till you get stronger, sir.
Then we shall get out together, and make straight for the camp."

"But how about finding our way?"

"Well, sir, between ourselves, I have got two plans.  One is, to get
down to the river and find a boat.  You see, once aboard that, all we
have to do is to let it float down till we come to Campong Dang."

"Yes; that sounds simple and easy.  But you said that you had got two
plans."

"Yes, sir.  That's the wet way; t'other's dry.  You haven't seen because
you have been too bad, but they keeps helephants here, and I know one of
them."

"You know one of them?"

"Yes, sir; he's been to see me twiced."

"Are you dreaming, Pete?"

"Yes, sir--with my eyes open.  I have thought it all out.  I want to get
him here some night, and then break a way out and get you on him--I
knows how to ride like a mahout--and I'll make him take us to
headquarters.  What do you say to that?"

"Say to that, Pete!"

"Ah! don't you get talking like an unbelieving heathen, sir.  You don't
know what a lot of sense there is in one of these 'ere helephants.  Once
I get you on board--I don't suppose there would be a howdah, but you
could hold on to his ropes--I've got a spear to guide him, though he
wouldn't want no steering once I got him into one of those paths.  They
all lead to one or other of the campongs, and if we don't get into the
right one at first we will try again."

Archie sighed.

"Ah, you think I can't do it, sir; and you are low-sperrited because you
ain't strong enough."

"It all sounds so wild, Pete," said Archie faintly.

"Course it do, sir.  Helephants ain't horses."

"Thank you," said Archie, with a faint scintillation of his old ideas of
fun.

"They are wild beasts, and big 'uns, too, at that."

"Yes, yes; but this all sounds nonsensical."

"Course it do, sir.  That's the best of it.  You can't grarsp it because
you have been lying there onsensible and don't know what's happened.  I
didn't believe it myself at first; but you remember about the review and
the big Rajah's helephants?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, when I was off duty for a bit I goes and makes friends with one
of the swell mahouts--him as drove the Rajah's own helephant.  The
mahout let me feed him, and the big beast was quite chummy with me--took
me up in his trunk, and set me up astride on him."

"Well, suppose he did," said Archie peevishly; "what's that got to do
with our position here?  Where is your chummy friend?"

"That's what I want to tell you, sir.  He found me out here, and he
comes and shoves his trunk through that hole as you can't see now
because it's dark.  `How are you, old man?' he says.  `Who'd have
thought of seeing you here?  Tuck one or two of them bananas in the end
of my trunk and see me eat them, and I will show you;' and I did.  Then
he says, `Give us a drink of water;' and so I did, and he played it into
himself just as if he was a portable fire-engine.  What do you think of
that?"

"I think," said Archie faintly, "that if I was like I was in the old
days, Peter, I'd punch your great, stupid head.  What do you mean?  Do
you think I'm as weak as a child, and that you must try and please me by
telling me all that flam?"

"Haw, haw!" laughed Peter Pegg softly.  "I knowed you'd say that.  But
it's all as true as true.  I don't mean to say that he talked to me like
that in plain English, but he chuntered and grunted and squealed, and
ate nearly all the bananas and bread, and drank up the water before he
went away, and come again for more."

"Oh, I could believe that.  But what makes you think it's the same
elephant as the one you saw before?"

"Oh, I did doubt it at first, sir; but I am sure now."

"Why?"

"Because of his size.  He's the biggest one that came to the camp; and
he knowed me again by the smell."

"Bah!  He smelt the fruit."

"But the smell of the fruit wouldn't make him stroke me down all over
and talk to me in his way.  You wait a bit till he comes next time.  He
will soon show you how friendly he is to me.  Why, it was only
yesterday, I think--though the time goes so rum here, where one sleeps
so much--he come to see me, and one of the Malay chaps as was taking him
to the water tried to drive him away, and, my word, you should have seen
him chivy the chap off and call him a hinterfering blackguard, in
helephant!  He's my friend, sure enough, sir; and it will take a bit of
time to settle matters, but I think I can make him understand what he's
got to do, and start off some night and carry us to Campong Dang."

"Ah, if you only could, Pete!" said Archie faintly; "but it all sounds
to me like a dream, and--"

There was a deep breath, and silence.

"And what, sir?  What were you going to say?--Why, I'm blessed if he
ain't asleep!" muttered Peter.  "Well, so much the better.  Now I'm
going to see if I can't get out; and if that beggar hears me I must try
and gammon him.  Wonder whether I can come that _chicker, chicker,
chick, chack, chack, chack_, like one of them big monkeys.  I did manage
to imitate it pretty fairly time back when I teased that one as Captain
Down used to make a pet of.  Well, why shouldn't I now?"



CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

PETER PEGG SAYS "YUSS."

"Yuss," said Peter Pegg, as he sat in the profound darkness, for it was
some hours before the moon would rise, and he was solacing himself with
a piece of the bread-crust, which was terribly dry and exceedingly
hard--"yuss, this is precious nice tackle for a fellow's teeth.  Wants
nibbling like a rat.  Yuss, what I have telled the young governor sounds
'most as easy as cutting butter, only not quite.  I can get the
helephant up to the door here, and I don't see much hardship in mounting
him and riding off; only how am I to manage to get him here at the right
time?  Ah, well, I'm getting on.  The governor's better, and I have got
a spear, and, so to speak, I have got a helephant, and a fine one, too.
So I am not going to give up because some of the job is hard.  This 'ere
bit of bread is as hard as wood, but I am getting through with it, and
that's what I mean to do about our escape.  Where you can't take a fair
bite at anything, why, you must nibble; and I must go on nibbling now to
find some way of getting out of this here ramshackle place.  If I can
just contrive a hole so that I can climb on the roof whenever I like,
and be able to cover it up again so that these beauties don't know, I
don't feel a bit doubtful of being able to slide down to the eaves, and
then hold tight and get my toes in here and my toes in there, and
climbing back'ard till one gets to the ground.  As to getting back
again--oh, any one could do that.  He will do it as well as I can as
soon as he is better.  Now then, ready?  Yuss.  Then here's to begin."

He rose softly, stepped quietly over the leaves, and deftly climbed up
the door again, where he applied his eye to the ragged lookout.

"My, it is dark!" he said to himself.  "There must be a regular river
fog floating over the place.  I can't see a star."

He stopped peering out and listening, but everything was so black that
he could not even distinguish the tree opposite to him beneath which the
sentry had taken his post.

"So still," muttered the lad, "that I don't believe he can be there.  If
he was, everything is so quiet that--Whoo--hoop!  What's that?  Like
somebody learning to play the key bugle without any wind.  Here, I know:
it's one of them long-legged, long-necked birds with a big beak, that
stands a little way out in the river and picks up the frogs.  Yes,
that's it.  Now it's all right, so here goes."

He crossed to the other side of the building so as to be farthest from
the tree where he had last seen the sentry, and, as quietly as he could,
he began to climb the back wall of the great stable; and, as he had
anticipated, this did not prove difficult, the crossbars and uprights,
interlaced with cane and palm-strip, furnishing plenty of foot and hand
hold, so that, without making much rustling, he drew himself up and up
till his head came in contact with one of the sloping bamboo rafters, to
which battens of the same cane were lashed with thin rotan; and, as he
expected, upon these battens lay a dense thatch of so-called attap--that
is to say, large mats of palm-leaves were laid one over the other till a
thick cover, which would throw off the most intense of the tropic rains,
roofed the building in.

Standing with his toes well wedged into the side, the would-be fugitive
raised one arm and began feeling about in the mats above him, and
chuckled.

"Why, it's just nonsense," he said.  "Talk about escaping.  Why, one has
got nothing to do but shove these up a little way and creep through.
Then the attap will all fall back again, and no one will see as the
place has been disturbed.  Then there is the getting down again.  Well,
that's just as easy as it is to get up.  Oh, don't I wish Mister Archie
was all right!  These 'ere Malays must be fools to think of shutting up
a couple of English young fellows in a place like this.  Well, it's
awful hot here.  The mats are quite warm still with the sunshine.  I
will just let in some air."

He began thrusting the attap thatch a little upward, and there was a
loud scuffling and beating of wings.

"Birds," he muttered; "and a good roost, too.  Wonder what they are."

Then there was a puff of cool, moist, night air seeming to be sucked
into the building as he made an opening.

"Ah, that's just prime," he sighed; and he raised himself a little more,
and then, as he thrust out one hand to get a fresh hold of the bamboo
batten, he stopped short, silent and motionless, and with cold
perspiration breaking out all over his face, for his hand had closed
upon one of the battens, which felt cold and scaly; and but for the fact
that his left arm was hooked over one of the sloping supports of the
ridge-pole, he would have dropped heavily back on to the floor of the
elephant-stable.

As it was, his legs felt as if they were hanging paralysed downward, and
he was conscious of the fact that the batten that he had last grasped
was slowly gliding through his right hand and getting thinner and
thinner, till it passed rustling away right in amongst the palm-leaf
thatching.

"Oh dear!" sighed Peter Pegg, "could that have been fancy?  It felt just
like a big snake.  Phew!  How hot it is!  And yet I feel quite cold.  Is
it fancy?  I know snakes do climb trees, but what could a snake be doing
up here in the thatch?  Oh, murder!  It's all right enough.  I know!
Didn't the Doctor tell Mister Archie that they crawled up the walls and
had their regular runs so that they could catch the rats and birds?"

He made a movement, as he began to master the strange feeling of dread,
to replace his feet in the rough trellis into which his toes had been
thrust, and then woke to the fact that his legs were not swinging
downwards, for the half-paralysing sensation had been caused by sheer
dread.

"Think of that, now!" he said.  "I thought they would give way.  Here,
let's get down out of this.  Shouldn't be at all surprised if there's
snakes swarming all over the place.  That one didn't bite me, did it?
Don't know that I should mind a honest bite, but some of these things
are poison.  Here, I have had enough of this;" and he felt about with a
strange feeling of creepiness for the batten that he had not touched.
This he grasped shrinkingly.

"Oh, this ain't a snake," he said.  "Bamboo; and a thick 'un, too, for
here's a knot.  Here, don't be such a coward, Peter.  Go on, comrade.
That there snake's gone, and it was more afraid of you than you were of
it."

Gaining fresh courage, he had very little difficulty in creeping out
from beneath the great mat and drawing himself upwards till he lay out
in the darkness upon the roof, panting heavily as he breathed in the
soft, cool, night air.

"Now, can I find this hole again?" he said to himself.  "Oh yes, all
right.  And what's this?"  For his hand encountered a good-sized stone
secured in its place by a thin rotan bound over it, and passed through
the thatch and under one of the battens.  "That's all right," he said to
himself, as he began to crawl up the slope towards the ridge; and in
doing so he found that flat, rough, slaty pieces of stone followed at
intervals to weight the roof, and formed supports for his feet, so that
he was able to creep with the greatest ease right up to the ridge.

"Be quite jolly," he said, "if it wasn't for the feeling that I may be
crawling over millions of snakes.  However, I am in for it now, and I
must chance it.  Now about getting down."

He lay upon the back slope of the building, resting with one arm over
the ridge, listening intently, knowing that he must be gazing in the
direction of the sentry; but the silence was as intense as the darkness,
and he still hesitated as to whether he should lower himself down again
in the direction from which he had come.

Feeling, however, that if he descended from there it would be into the
jungle, which he knew from experience was one tangled and matted mass,
impervious to human beings, he decided to go on, and proceeding very
cautiously, he began to lower himself down towards the eaves by the help
of the many stones which offered support to hand or foot.

"Why, it's just like going downstairs," thought the lad; and then, as if
to prove it was not so easy, one of the stones, upon which he was
bearing with his foot, slipped from its rotan tie and began to rustle
loudly down before him.

Then there was a sharp hiss, which made the lad cling tightly and begin
to feel a return of the paralysing shudder which had unnerved him a few
minutes before.  The hiss was repeated, and followed by a sound like a
quick reiteration of the word _Yah_; and then Peter Pegg's heart began
to palpitate heavily as he realised that it was a human utterance coming
from the direction of the sentry's tree, and followed by a quick
movement as of some one advancing towards the stable door.

"You brute!  How you frightened me!" said the lad to himself, as,
obeying his next impulse, he tore a stone that was held in its place by
the thin cane, raised it above his head, and hurled it with all his
might in the direction of the sentry.

"There's a fool!" he muttered to himself as he lay full length,
listening to a gabbling, threatening utterance from below, which was
slurred with hisses and dotted with angry ejaculations.  "He's
a-swearing at me in his ugly lingo," thought Peter.  "Can't see him, so
he can't see me, and of course he can't tell who it is up here.  Here, I
know," he continued, as there was a series of hisses such as would be
uttered by one who was trying to drive some obnoxious creature away.

"Hississh!" cried the sentry again.

"Blest if he don't think I'm a big monkey up here," thought Peter.
"Monkeys throw sticks and stones.  What a lark!  Wish Mister Archie was
here with me.  I'll let him have another;" and feeling for the next
stone, he threw it from him sharply.  "Frighten the beggar away," he
muttered.

But it had the contrary effect of arousing a fresh burst of hisses,
stamps, and subdued yells.

"Oh, get out with you, you idgit!" said the young private, in a whisper,
to himself.  "Wish I could recollect how that big ape Captain Down used
to keep chained up went on when he teased it.  Chance it," he muttered;
and raising both hands to his mouth so as to speak between them, he sent
forth his imitation of an angry monkey, spattering through the night
air, his utterance being produced with wonderful rapidity:

_Chick, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick, chuk, chick!  Chick, chuk,
chack_!

_Errrrrr_! growled the Malay.

_Chick, chack, chuk, chack, chick, chack, chuk, check, check, chuk_!
snarled the imitation monkey.

What evidently meant in the Malay tongue, "Be off, you ugly beast!" came
from below, followed by a pant as of somebody exerting himself; and
simultaneously Peter Pegg felt a tug at one leg of his trousers, and a
slight scratch which made him dart his left hand down and feel the
bamboo staff of a spear which had passed right through his garment and
had pinned his leg down to the thatch, in which the spear was deeply
buried.

"You cowardly beast!" panted Peter softly.  "This is getting a fellow's
monkey up in reality;" and without pausing to reflect upon what might be
the consequences, he began to reach for and tear out every stone he
could find, to hurl them with all his might in the direction from which
the hissing and growling came.

The first must have gone pretty close to the angry sentry, the second
startled him, and the third produced a yell as it struck him full in the
back, for he had already begun his retreat; and after sending two or
three more with all the vigour produced by anger, Peter Pegg lay back on
the roof, listening to the distant pattering of feet, and laughing with
suppressed mirth till the tears ran down his cheeks.

"Took me for one of them big monkeys," he panted at last; and, in closer
imitation than ever, he sent forth a final _Chick, check, chuk, chick,
chick, chack, chack, chack_, after his retreating enemy.

"Don't be a fool, comrade," he said at last.  "He can't hear you.  Poor
old Job Tipsy!  He always said me and the governor were just like a
couple of schoolboys with our games and larks, and I suppose he was
right.  Poor old Bully Bounce!  But I do wish he was here now to help us
two out of this hole, and a dozen of our chaps at his back, for it's
rather a different sort of game to what it used to be when we got found
out.  Here's poor Mister Archie lying down below badly hurt, and me
stretched on the top of this attap roof, pinned out like a jolly old
cock butterfly meant for a specimen.  Think of it," he muttered, as he
sat up and began feeling down his leg.  "Shied a spear at me.  It hurts,
too.  Good job it didn't hit me in the middle.  It's a bit wet, but it
can't be bad.  Scratted a bit, and then it went through the leg of my
trousers.  Well, I call that a narrow escape."

As he muttered to himself he began tugging at the spear-shaft, only
about two feet of which stood out above the cloth; and from his cramped
position the young private found that, tug as he would, the weapon was
too deeply buried in the thick thatch for him to draw it out.

"Well, this 'ere's a nice game," said the lad softly.  "Won't come out,
won't you?  All right!  More ways of killing a cat than hanging it.  Go
in, then;" and reaching upward with both hands, he began to press upon
the butt of the spear, and drove it a little farther in.  "If you can't
pull a spear or a harrer out, the best thing to do is to shove it
through.  That's what I'm a-doing; only, as you may say, I'm walking off
it."  As he spoke he raised his leg up, holding on to the attap roof the
while, gave two or three sharp kicks, and threw his leg off the
spear-shaft and let it fall free upon the slope, where he lay now upon
his back shaking with laughter.

"Oh dear!  Oh dear!" he said.  "What a game!  Pinned down like a
specimen!  I can't stop it.  Just like it's often been when we have been
on the march, feeling half-starved and empty, and I have made the lads
turn savage, and bang me on the back, and call me all the fools they
could lay their tongues to, as they kept telling me to leave off, when I
couldn't.  Pinned down like a cockchafer!  'Tention!  Oh, I say," he
gasped out excitedly, "I never thought of that!  Here was I wondering
how I was to get hold of another spear, and it's come flying at me.
Where are you?"

He felt about till his hand came in contact with about two feet of the
haft standing out of the thatch, and he began tugging at it to draw it
forth.  "Won't come, won't you?  All right, then, go;" and catching hold
of the bamboo staff with his left hand, he doubled his fist and turned
his right into a mallet, thumping the butt, which readily yielded and
went farther and farther through, till he struck the bamboo and mat
together, when a final blow sent the weapon right through, and it was
gone.

"My!" he muttered at last.  "Suppose Mister Archie was just underneath,
listening!  Not he, poor chap!  He'll be fast asleep," thought Peter.
"Well, there's no considering what I ought to do next.  I have just got
to get back and pick up that there spear.  Mr Sentry will never think
it's gone through, and if to-morrow he comes to look for it, he will
think that there monkey has carried it away sticking in his back.  Phew!
My leg smarts; and that ain't the worst of it.  I have got to get up to
the ridge here, and down the other side to where I crept out; and that's
where there's snakes."

It took a little resolution when the lad had reached the loose portion
of the mat, and he hesitated and kicked about a bit, to scare any enemy
away, before raising the mat, passing his legs through, and lowering
himself partly down.

A few minutes later he was holding on with one arm, having wedged his
toes into the side of the stable wall, while he carefully drew back the
thatch into its place.

Directly after, he stood listening amongst the rustling palm-leaves,
then crept to Archie's side, to hear him breathing heavily, fast asleep;
and then, after refreshing himself with a draught of water, he began to
search for the fallen spear.  This he passed several times before he
found it sticking upright in the floor, gave it a hug of delight, and
was about to carry it to thrust it in beside its fellow, when he paused.

"That means if they find one they will find t'other," he said to
himself, "so that won't do."

This thought resulted in his finding another hiding-place for his newly
acquired treasure.

"We are getting on," he said in a satisfied way--"only got to smug a
couple of krises, and there we are.  I say, my leg smarts, and I should
like to have a look at it; but I won't light a match, because it would
be risky in amongst these leaves--and I ain't got one.  Well, that will
do for to-night, so good-night.  I am beginning to think I am tired."

Before five minutes had elapsed Peter Pegg proved the truth of his
assertion by the utterance of a very regular snore, which kept time with
his breath till broad daylight, when he started up.

"_Reveille_, comrade!" he cried aloud; and then, "Blest if it ain't that
helephant again!"



CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

MORE ABOUT A FRIEND.

"All right, old man," cried Peter Pegg, as he sprang up and crossed to
the door, where his visitor was chuntering, as the lad called it, and
making a succession of peculiar snorts as he waved his trunk up and
down.  "What's the matter?  Want some breakfast?"  And after a moment's
hesitation he stretched out his hand and began to stroke the great,
prehensile organ that was now passed over his shoulders and down his
sides.  "You won't hurt me, will you, old chap?  That'll do.  Steady,
and I will get you some breakfast."

The quiet, soothing tone of the lad's voice seemed to convey his
meaning, for the elephant curved the end of his trunk right upwards and
began to trumpet.

"Hear that, Mister Archie?" cried Peter, as he made for where the
fruit-basket stood.

"Yes," replied the subaltern, raising himself slowly and painfully.  "Is
anything the matter?"

"No, sir; only my friend come to see us."

"Your friend?" said Archie wonderingly.

"Yes, sir; the helephant.  Can't you see him?"

"No," said Archie.  "Oh yes, I can see its trunk."

"That's right, sir; come for some breakfast;" and the young private
strode back, breaking up the cake and placing a goodly piece within
reach of the extended trunk, for it to be taken and disappear through
the opening, when the trunk quickly returned ready for more.

The business was repeated again and again, and the pieces of bread were
followed by bananas and a fair-sized vegetable which might have been
either pumpkin or melon.

The trunk curled round it directly, but this proved too great in
diameter to pass altogether through the hole, dropping from the trunk
and being dashed at by its donor.

"Well caught!" cried Peter.  "You must wait a minute, old chap," he
continued, pulling out his knife, with which he divided the small
pumpkin in four, each portion being quietly taken and drawn through, to
disappear in the monster's cavernous interior, to be followed by several
more bananas, Peter dealing out his gifts deliberately so as to make
more of what in its entirety was a mere snack for the visitor.

"There," he cried at last; "that's all you'll get, so you had better
toddle."

_Hoomph_! grunted the elephant.

"What do you mean by that?"

_Phoonk_! came in a hollow-sounding grunt.

"Oh, why didn't you speak plain?  Want water, do you?  Can't spare any.
My young governor wants a good wash.  Go on down to the river.  There's
plenty there.  Good old chap," he continued, softly stroking the trunk;
and after a low, muttering sound the elephant submitted to the caresses,
and then began to respond.

"Take care, Pete!" said Archie in a low whisper.

"All right, sir.  He knows me."

"But he may turn spiteful.  A blow from an elephant's trunk would dash
you across the place."

"Oh, he isn't going to dash me--are you, old man?"

"Take care!" whispered Archie hoarsely, for the great serpentine trunk
glided completely round Peter and drew him close up to the hole, raising
him from the ground, so that he hung three or four feet above the dried
leaves.

"Ah-h!" sighed Archie, with an ejaculation of relief, as the elephant
lowered the lad again and withdrew his trunk through the hole, and the
two young men heard the soft movements of his huge, yielding feet as he
slowly shuffled off, making a deep, low, muttering sound.

"There, Mister Archie, what do you think of that?"

"Think!" said the lad excitedly.  "I was afraid the brute would crush
you to death."

"Not he, sir.  Didn't you see what friends we were?"

"Oh yes; but they are dangerous friends."

"He isn't going to be dangerous to us, sir.  I am glad you woke up.  I
wanted you to see him; and now you know how easy it will be for us to
escape.  Once I get you on his back, he will take us to camp as easy as
you please."

"Yes, once we are on his back," sighed Archie.  "But how's that to be
managed?"

"Oh, you want your breakfast, sir.  You've got the dismal empties bad.
Now, what do you say--a cup of water and a bit of bread to soak in it,
or shall I give you a wash first?"

"A wash!  Oh Pete, if you could only bathe that place on my head first,
I feel as if it would be so refreshing."

"All right, sir.  Plenty of water.  That's why I wouldn't give any to
the helephant.  You've got a handkerchy, and I shall have to trouble you
for that there tie as well; that silky thing will do to bathe the place
nicely, and the handkerchy to dry you with.--No, it won't.  I never
thought of that."

"Oh yes, take them," said Archie eagerly.  "The tie will soon dry
again."

"Yes, I know that, sir; but your puggaree would have been better, only
you lost that along with your cap."

"Never mind.  Make haste; the place is so hot and stiff."

"Yes, sir, I know; but the wash must come last."

"Why?" cried Archie irritably.

"Because this 'ere ain't a bath-room, sir, and there ain't no
washhand-stand.  You see, I have only got that there big jar of water,
and a cocoa-nut shell to drink out of.  You must have breakfast first,
and here goes."

Archie remained silent while, taking the cup, the lad fetched the great
jar, which was half-full of water.

"There you are, sir," cried Peter, as he filled the cup.  "What do you
say?  Think you could sit up now, or shall I help you?"

In response, wincing a little from pain and feebleness, Archie sat up,
took the cup, and drained it with thirsty haste.

"That's good," cried Peter, taking and refilling it.  "It does me good
to see you, sir.  Oh, you are coming on fine.  Slep' all night, didn't
you?" he continued, as he steadied the cup.

"I suppose so, Pete," said Archie, with a sigh.  "I don't remember any
thing."

"That's a good sign, sir.  Now then, have another, or will you try a
little soaked bread first?"

"No," said Archie decisively.  "You drink that."

"No, no, sir; after you have done."

"'Tention!  Drink first," said Archie, speaking more firmly.

"Oh, if you give commands, sir," said Peter, "I must do it;" and he
drained the little vessel, with almost as much avidity as his patient,
"Fine tap, ain't it, sir?" he continued, as he drew breath.

"Yes.  Now give me another cup and a piece of bread, so that I can break
it and soak it."

"Hooray!  You are getting hungry, sir;" and the lad broke off some of
the bread from the big cake that was left, handed a piece to his
subaltern, and watched him with intense satisfaction as with trembling
fingers he held a wedge in the cup, keeping it there till it was
thoroughly soaked.

"Now then, you do the same," said Archie.

"Oh, I can wait, sir.  I ain't in no hurry."

"Obey your orders, sir," cried Archie sternly.

"Right, sir," was the prompt reply; and the private followed his
officer's example, this being repeated in each case, with results doubly
satisfactory to Peter Pegg.  "They make capital bread here, sir, don't
they?" he said, smiling, as he partook heartily of his share of the
food.

"Yes," replied Archie quietly.  "I seem to be able to taste it better
this morning."

"That's good, sir.  Ready for a piece more?"

"Yes; about half as much as you gave me."

The repast went on till Archie refused another portion.

"Give me some more water.  I think I can manage," he said.  "Now," he
continued, after drinking, "take as much water as you like."

"Sure you won't have some more, sir?"

"Quite."

"'Cause there won't be another chance till the niggers come with the
next lot.--Oh yes, I didn't think of that," cried Peter; and after
drinking a couple more cupfuls, he placed the brimmed shell upright in
one corner of the stable, before proceeding carefully to bathe his
companion's face and hands, and ended by applying a succession of
drenched pads to the painful, stiffened wound.

"How does that feel, sir?" he asked after a time.

"Oh Pete, I can't tell you!  It's something heavenly.  Go on, please.
The necktie keeps getting so hot.  Ah yes, better and better," he
sighed.  "There, that'll do," he said at last.  "You must be tired now."

"Not me, sir," replied the lad.  "It's easy enough.  I could go on for a
week--only I am glad you cried halt."

"Yes; I thought you must be weary," said Archie.

"No, sir, 'tain't that, I tell you.  There!" and he withdrew the silk
necktie, dripping, from the bottom of the jar.  "That's sucked up the
very last drop, sir.  Hold still, sir, and let me lay this just on the
top, and as soon as you begins to feel it too warm I will take it away
and hang it up to dry.  I won't dab the place with the handkerchy,
because it will feel cooler if you let it dry by itself."

"Why, Pete, you are as good as a nurse."

"Oh, I don't know, sir.  Tidy, like--tidy.  You see, I have had two goes
over the chaps in horspittle, and one can't help picking up a bit."

"No nurse could have done better," said Archie in a tone full of relief.

"Well, sir, 'tain't much to talk about.  You see, I ain't got no proper
tackle--not so much as a sponge.  Now, if Dr Morley was here he'd put
on some lint and a bandage."

"Yes, I suppose so.  Is the wound very big?"

"Quite big enough, sir.  Might be bigger.  Worst of it is, it's so much
bruisy-like.  But you are getting better, sir, splendid."

"Ah, and I have been so selfish, thinking only of myself.  You must be
longing for a wash, and there isn't a drop of water left."

"Oh, I don't mind, sir.  I shall crumble up some of them leaves and have
a dry wipe, for I suppose my skin don't look very cheerful."

Archie held up his hand.

"What's that, sir?  Somebody coming?"

Archie bowed his head, and Peter Pegg went on tiptoe to his observatory,
and drew himself up, holding back as much as possible, to see a Malay,
whom he recognised as the previous night's sentry, standing back at some
little distance, shading his eyes with his hands as he looked upward,
and then changing his position time after time as he seemed to be
sweeping the roof with his eyes, before hurrying away.

"Why, I'd 'most forgotten that," said Peter to himself.  "He was looking
up there to see if he could find where that there spear's sticking in
the roof, and," he added, with a chuckle, "it ain't sticking there a
bit.  I suppose he's afraid of being hauled over the coals by his
sergeant for losing his weapon.  Sarve him right!  The beast!  Why, he
might have sent it right through me."

This thought seemed to suggest what he had gone through over-night, for
after taking a final glance in the direction of the retiring sentry, he
dropped softly down to where the broad patch of light lay upon the
leaves, drew up the leg of his trouser, and examined an
unpleasant-looking wound.

"Might have been worse," he thought.  "Only wants leaving alone.  Just a
wash and a dab of old Jollop's sticking-plaister; and it won't get
neither, for it will heal up by itself and be something to show," he
chuckled--"PP's first wound in the Malay Expedition!"

Getting up actively enough, for he fancied he heard a sound, he climbed
to the hole once more, and found he was right, for the Malay sentry was
returning, shouldering a fresh spear.

"Now, where did he get that?" thought the lad.  "It's wonderful to me
how quiet everything is here.  There must be houses, or huts, or
something, and a fairish lot of men; and, of course, there's
helephant-sheds.  Only where are they?  Jungle, jungle, jungle, without
so much as a squint of anything else.  Wonder what Mister Archie thinks
about it."

The lad dropped down again, after noticing that the sentry was now
leaning on his spear, scanning the roof once more; but as Peter stood
listening and laughing to himself, he muttered:

"He must have thought it was a big monkey!" and he mentally pictured
what had passed in the night, when a smart tap caught his ear which
sounded as if the shaft of the spear had been brought down with a rap
upon the ground.  This was followed by a step or two.

"Coming here," thought the lad, and he stepped quickly over the leaves,
to throw himself down close to Archie as if he were asleep, but keeping
one half-closed eye fully observant of all that passed.

The sunlight was streaming in through the sides of the building in
several places, and the watcher was conscious of the movements of the
man by his shadow crossing first one and then another of these openings,
one of which he directly after darkened.

"Don't you stir, Mister Archie," he whispered.  "Sentry's squinting
through one of the holes."

There was no reply, and Peter watched till the light struck in again
through the darkened hole.  This was followed by footsteps.

"You see him, didn't you, sir?" said Peter, turning in his
fellow-prisoner's direction.--"Look at that, now!  I was shamming sleep,
but, my word! he's off again, sound as a church; and that means he's
getting well.  I feel better too after that bread and water.  Now then,
some of that fruit."

He went gently to the basket, which held a still ample supply.

"Might have given old Two-tails some more," he muttered.  "This won't
do.  We shall eat some, but there will be a lot to spare, and if they
come and find the basket like this they will grow stingy; and I can use
any amount for our friend."

Taking up the basket, he carried it to one corner, raised a few leaves,
and placed part of the bananas in the clearing, before lightly covering
them up, taking the basket back to Archie's side, and placing several of
the yellow fruits close to his hand.

"I might go to sleep," he thought, "and they will be ready for him."

Then settling himself down near the empty water-jar, which he carefully
wiped out and turned upside-down to dry, he began to munch his own share
of the fruit, making up his mind the while to think out thoroughly a
good plan for their escape.

"One helephant," he said softly, "two spears, one officer, and one
private who knows how to use the spears.  Wanted: two krises and how to
get away.  Well, there's nothing like thinking, so here goes."



CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

"R-A-A-A-AH!"

Three weeks had passed away.  Morning had come at last, and Archie Maine
was beginning to breathe more freely, after passing a very bad night.
For, as if it had scented an easy prey close at hand, a deep-voiced
tiger had startled him from his watch about an hour before midnight by a
deep-toned roar which had made the young subaltern stand half-paralysed
for a few minutes, feeling as he did that there was nothing but the
partly woven, fence-like wall of the big stable between him and the most
savage beast that ranges the Eastern jungles.

The lad was stout-hearted enough, but he could not help feeling that
though the building was strong of its kind, it would prove but a frail
defence against the mighty arms and tremendous claws of a furiously
hungry tiger; and after the first shock he crept cautiously to the
hiding-place of one of the spears and drew it out, to plant the butt
against one retired foot and hold it with the keen blade about
breast-high in the direction of the bamboo uprights and palm lath slats
that were woven in and out in duplicate.

That deep-toned roar was followed by a silence that was awe-inspiring in
its way, and as Archie listened it seemed to him that he could hear the
snuffling breathing of the savage animal that must have scented him
during its rounds.

That silence lasted about a quarter of an hour before it afforded some
amount of encouragement to the listener.  The loneliness was awful, for
he was sure that he and his fellow-prisoner were correct in coming to
the conclusion that very soon after sunset the sentry had crept silently
away, this terrible roar suggesting itself as an explanation of the
reason for the elephant-stable with its prisoners being left without a
watcher during the night.

Several times over, since he had been sufficiently recovered to sit
wakefully chatting with Peter Pegg as to the best way of making their
escape, he had heard snarling cries, shrieks that were thrilling enough
in themselves, and which the two lads had set down to be the utterances
of some ape that had been scented out and pounced upon by one of the
cat-like creatures during its nocturnal search for prey.  They had heard
too, and rightly judged what were the authors of, other night cries,
some of which, coming from a large kind of stork or crane that lurked
upon the banks of the neighbouring river, were horrible and weird in
their intensity.  But though the jungle was supposed to contain plenty
of tigers, it was only once that the prisoners had heard what they knew
for certain to be the huge cat's roar.

Archie felt that he would not have cared upon the present occasion if
Peter Pegg had been by his side, and in imagination, as he stood with
the lowered spear, he saw himself taking turns with the young private in
stabbing at the savage beast as it was snarling, tearing, and trying to
force its way through the tangled side of the big stable.  But to do
this alone, it seemed to him, would only result in irritating the beast
and make it more furious at his efforts to drive the sharp blade into a
vital part.

"We might have settled it between us," he thought; and then, in the
midst of the weird darkness, he shivered, for a fresh horrible thought
assailed him, which made the palms of his hands grow damp and the
moisture gather upon his brow.

What did it mean--this savage monster making its way close up to his
prison that night of all those that had passed?  Could it be that it had
tracked stealthily, after the habit of its kind, and pounced upon poor
Peter Pegg, dragged him down, and hidden his body somewhere in the dense
thicket, and now, guided by its keen scent, followed the flair to where
he stood with the cold perspiration now beginning to trickle from his
temples and the sides of his face?

There was not another sound, and after a sturdy battle with his
feelings, Archie began to force himself into the belief that it was his
weakness that made him imagine that such a catastrophe had occurred.
But all thought of sleep had passed away for that night.  He felt it
would be impossible, and he stood with every sense strained, listening
for some movement; but it was quite an hour later, and after he had
begun to feel overcome by weariness from standing so long in one
position, that he took a deep breath and began to walk lightly up and
down the building, fully expecting that the rustle of the palm-leaves
would excite the tiger into some fresh demonstration of its proximity.

But the beast made no sign, and beginning to indulge in the hope that
after its roar it had crept stealthily and silently away upon its
cushioned, velvet paws, he made his way to the stone jar, felt for the
cocoa-nut, took a draught, and began to think of what had passed during
these many weary days and nights of his struggle back towards recovery.

There was not much to dwell upon, for it had been terribly monotonous,
that time, and sadly punctuated with either mental or physical pain.
The mental was all embraced in the one painful thought of Minnie Heath
and what had been her fate; the physical was mingled with the pain
caused during the healing up of the horrible contused wound above his
temples; while when he had not been suffering from this he was burdened
by a series of wearing headaches, which would wake him from a refreshing
sleep somewhere about the middle of the night, and not die out again
till just before it was light.

Then day after day there had been the trumpeting sounds of the elephants
shuffling by the prison on their way to water, the regular visits of one
of their number, Peter's friend, to thrust in his trunk for a fresh
supply of bread and fruit.

The dwarfish little Malay whose task it seemed to be to drive the great
beasts to their morning bath, from which they returned muddied and
dripping, had twice over, to the recovering lad's knowledge, shouted at
and tried to drive Peter's friend from the stable door, but on the
second occasion he had been so nearly caught by the huge beast that he
was satisfied to leave him to his own devices, and Rajah, as Peter had
christened him, came and went as he pleased.

Then, after the heat of the day had passed, the head keeper, as Peter
called him, came with his followers to bring a fresh supply of their
monotonous food and water; and it was he who, at irregular times, would
come to change the sentry, peering through one of the holes to make sure
that his prisoners were safe, and then going away as silently as he had
come.

All this was discussed, as Archie grew stronger, again and again by the
two prisoners, and they came to the conclusion that they must be deeply
buried in an out-of-the-way part of the jungle from which it would be
impossible for them to escape, and that that was the reason for so
little attention being paid to their security.

"That's it, Pete," Archie had declared.  "They know we can't get away,
or else there would be more regularity about our guard, and whoever is
on sentry would not disappear as soon as it is dark."

Peter's answer repeated itself with additional force on this particular
night of Archie's watch, for the lad had said, "They know 'tain't safe,
sir.  It's my belief that if the sentry kept guard there one night, he
would never do it again."

"Poor Peter!" thought Archie as, refreshed by his draught of water, he
began slowly to pace the rustling floor again.  "In such a silent night
as this," he mused, "one's thoughts ought to flow easily enough, and I
was hopeful that when he came back I should have hit out some better
plan for our escape; but ever since that horrible night all power of
thinking seems to have gone.  Sometimes I do get fancying that the power
is coming back, but it is only for me to seem weaker again, and--Oh, I
wish I had not let him go!  I am too cowardly now to be left alone,
and--"

_R-a-a-a-ah_!

Archie started into his old position, for once more, apparently from
close at hand, came the deep-toned, savage, snarling roar of some huge
tiger that had approached the big stable without a sound, and in
imagination Archie could see its fiery, glaring eyes distended with a
gaze that seemed to pierce the woven wall, as, with the soft white fur
of its under parts brushing the earth, it gathered itself up ready to
dash like some living catapult clean through the frail partition to his
very feet.

"To impale itself, if I am lucky," thought Archie.  And then the silence
continued for what seemed to be an hour, before, in the hope that the
monster had once more stolen away as silently as it had come, the young
man once again ventured to recommence the duties of his lonely, rustling
beat.  And now again he was attacked by his former horrible dread.  The
imaginary picture was in all its force.  Poor Peter must have been
followed by the tiger and dragged down helplessly to a horrible death;
and, yes--for it was all too clear--this was indeed the reason why they
were not guarded at night.

There was the temptation for them, had they known, to attempt to make
what would seem to be an easy escape; but for what?  One sudden blow
from a tremendous paw--and death.

The thought was sufficient to prostrate a man in the full vigour of his
health and strength, and hence it was more than enough to cause a weak
lad, slowly recovering from the fever and suffering from the shock of
concussion and wound, to lean heavily upon the staff of the spear he
held and feel at times that he should sink down in a heavy swoon.

It was a terrible night--one which seemed as if it would never end; but
he fought bravely on, proving in himself that hope springs eternal in
the human breast, and driving back what he called to himself his coward
thoughts, till at last, after twice more being startled by the coming of
the tiger, he did sink down heavily amongst the rustling leaves, and
buried his face in his hands, that had quitted their hold of the spear,
to receive the quivering face that now lay motionless upon them.

But it was no new coming of the enemy that had banished sleep and set
every nerve pulsating before it seemed to lie weak and slack.  It was
one strange, twanging cry that he recognised at once as the call of the
argus pheasant, far away in the jungle, and it meant so much--the fading
away of the black darkness, and the glowing golden red of the rising sun
to tell him ere long that it was morning and that the disturber of his
would-be restful watch must have slunk away; and Archie Maine crouched
there with his face still buried in his hands, quite sensible, for his
lips were quivering and his breath coming and going more strongly, and
causing a slight rustling of the dry leaves beneath.  And then there was
a whisper of thankfulness, as the lad now slowly rose from his knees
with a weary sigh.



CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

"LIKE AN OLD TOM-CAT."

There was nothing but the suggestion of the faint light of dawn stealing
through the Rajah's hole, as Peter called it; but Archie knew well
enough the way to the cocoa-nut and the stone jar for a refreshing
draught, after which he pulled himself together, and began to wonder at
the different phases of the night.

"I don't think I should have been such a coward before that dreadful
night," he said to himself.  "What horrors one can imagine at a time
like this!"

For there seemed to be a something in the coming of day that brought
with it the flagging hope that had passed away, and minute by minute
there was something to take his attention.

He felt that there was no occasion to carry the spear any more, and he
crept to its hiding-place and thrust it in where it would be safe,
before crossing to the door and making use of Peter's steps as he drew
himself up to peer out and breathe in the cool, soft, refreshing air.

And now the varying notes of birds came more often--cries of stork and
crane, the whistle of the smaller parrots, the harsh shrieks of those of
larger growth; and then he seemed to hear nothing, for all his feelings
were concentrated in thoughts of his fellow-prisoner, in repetitions of
how they had canvassed one particular thing, how he had objected, and
how Peter Pegg had fought for and won in his determination that he would
creep out from the roof, lower himself down, and make an expedition that
should put away doubts and prove to them what their position really was,
how near they were to their guards, and where the stables of the several
elephants that passed their prison lay.

"You see, Mister Archie, sir," Peter had insisted, "we must do
something.  You are getting well on your legs now, and if we don't make
a heffort we may be kept here for months.  You are my officer, and I
take my orders from you, but I do beg and pray, sir, as you will let me
have a try.  I can get out easy enough, and I can get in again.  An hour
or two would do it."

And Archie had at last given way, to find that the hour or two had not
done it, for the night had passed; it would soon be broad day, with the
elephants being driven to water and a sentry resuming his post; and a
chill was beginning to paralyse him, while hope grew more and more dull
for the searcher for the way to freedom.

There was a faint tint of red now right away over the top of the distant
trees, and what seemed to be a mountain appeared above the jungle; but
it brought no return of the hope, to Archie, as it grew redder and
redder, it looked blood-like--a forecast, as it were, of the horror and
despair that were soon to come upon him in the shape of a dreadful
truth.  For Peter had not come back; and even if he were to come now, it
would only be to be seen and made a closer prisoner; the secret of his
way out would be known, and they would be more carefully imprisoned.  He
must be seen now, for there was the distant trumpeting of the advancing
elephants, and it was quite light enough for the sentry to make his way
along the forest path to take his place beneath the tree, and perhaps
come to peer in first to see if his prisoners were safe.

Archie thought that perhaps the elephants might come by first, and then
contradicted himself as he felt convinced that it would be the sentry;
and as he peered forth from the hole, with the cold chill of despair
increasing, there, far down the path, came the squat figure, with the
light playing upon the end of his spear.

"It's all over," thought the prisoner; and then he almost fell from the
hole, and turned to stare wildly up at the mats which sloped down to the
eaves of the building, and saw a leg thrust through hastily, then
another, and the next moment Peter Pegg's toes were kicking at the wall
as he struggled, hanging by one hand, to rearrange the attap mat of the
roof, and then, panting and breathless, he lowered himself down and
dropped at Archie's feet.

"Oh, I say!" he groaned.  "That was close!  Sentry's coming down the
path."

"Yes, I saw him.  Did he see you?"

"No.  I was creeping along like an old tom-cat to get round to the back,
and, my word, ain't I scratched!  Talk about thorns!"

"Oh Pete, how you frightened me!" said Archie faintly.

"Frightened you, sir?  Well, didn't he frighten me?"



CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

MUST CHANCE IT.

The sound of a step outside made Peter Pegg throw himself quickly down
in a pile of the crushed leaves, burying his face in his hands, while
Archie began to walk slowly up and down, conscious the while, through
the shutting out of the morning light, that their guard had come up to
the side of their prison and looked in, before going back to the
sheltering tree, where he squatted down, to watch carelessly the coming
of the elephants, one of which made for the hole, and was in the act of
thrusting its trunk through, when it was charged by its big companion,
the Rajah, who uttered a fierce squeal and drove the intruder away,
before inserting his own trunk as usual, making no scruple about taking
his customary refreshment from Archie's hand, having during the past few
days grown accustomed to the subaltern's presence, and ending by giving
the lad a few of the friendly touches that he was in the habit of
bestowing upon Peter Pegg.

As soon as the elephant had gone, and after giving a glance at their
guard, Archie, who was burning to listen to what his fellow-prisoner had
to say, lay down beside him, under the impression that weariness had
kept him from rising to attend to the elephant's visit.

He found him so soundly asleep that he did not even respond to a sharp
shake of the arm which Archie gave him on receiving no reply to his
whispers; and then he had to contain himself till evening, when their
usual visitors came; and it was not till long after, when they were once
more alone, that the young private suddenly started up.

"Have I been asleep?" he said half-wonderingly.

"Asleep!  Yes; and I want to know what you have found out."

"Let's have a drink and something to eat first.  I feel half-starved."

"Yes, of course--of course.  Go on."

"Now," said Peter, after a ravenous attack upon the bread and fruit.
"Oh, here, this is good!  Only I think it's time we got some meat.  I'd
give anything for a bit of commissariat bacon.  You want to hear what I
did, sir.  Well, it was next to nothing but crawl like a slug in and out
amongst trees, scratting one's self with that long, twining, climbing
palm, and not once daring to stand up and walk."

"Well, but what did you find out?"

"Nothing at all, sir, except that there's a bit of a lodge here which
seems as if it might belong to the Rajah, and be where he lived and
slept."

"And was he there?"

"Oh no, sir; there's nobody there, only about a dozen Malay chaps,
besides them as come to see us; and then there's a very big
helephant-shelter, like this, only quite new and good, at the end of
that there left path; and right away beyond that, in a sort of clearing
where the jungle has been cut down--if I didn't tell you before--there's
some big trees and a sort of scaffold of bamboos that looks like a
shelter such as any one would climb up to shoot tigers, and under it
some bones, just as if a buffalo had been tied up for a bait."

"Yes, I see," said Archie.  "Well, go on."

"What about?"

"About what you found next."

"I didn't find nothing next, only paths--helephant-paths that go right
away somewhere."

"Yes.  Go on."

"Well, I did go on as far as I dared, sir; but it was all dark, and I
couldn't do anything so long as the Malay chaps were talking, and when
they were quiet I was afraid to stir for fear of waking them up."

"But didn't you find out where the paths led to?"

"No, sir.  I did try."

"Well, but didn't you strike out into the jungle?"

Peter chuckled.

"Strike out, sir!  Why, you're shut in everywhere, and it's like trying
to break through a sort of natural cane basket."

"Then you really have done nothing?"

"No, sir; only found that this seems to be the place in the forest where
somebody comes to shoot tigers.  And talk about them chickens--that's
why I did not go so far as I might.  Every now and then I could hear one
of them calling to its mate; and the first time it scared me so that I
swarmed up a tree into the shelter or scaffold sort of place, where you
could sit down."

"Well, what then?" said Archie impatiently.

"Well, sir, I sat down."

"Naturally," said Archie.

"And then, when I thought it safe, and I was going to climb down in the
dark to have another look, _mi-a-o-u_!  There was that there great pussy
again--and he was a whopper!"

"But you couldn't see him?"

"No, sir; it was too dark.  I knew he was a whopper, though, by the size
of his squeak.  But I am pretty sure that he could see me, for he seemed
to come and sit upright in the middle of the clearing, and began to
purr.  Blessed if he didn't sound just like a threshing-machine out in
the fields at home after harvest-time."

Archie was silent for a few moments, and Peter Pegg went on quietly and
thoughtfully:

"Yes, sir; it sounded just like that."

"Then you stopped up in that shelter for long enough?"

"I just did, sir--for hours."

"Did you go to sleep?"

"Did I go to sleep, sir?  No!  Never felt so full of wide-awake in my
life.  Why, if you had heard that there thing roar--"

"I did hear it roar," said Archie quietly; "and it kept me awake all
night."

"Hark at that now, sir," said Peter.  "My word, Mister Archie, sir!
wouldn't one of them be a fine thing to train young recruities with, and
teach them how to keep awake on sentry?"

"But you said something to me, Peter, about having to make our escape by
daylight.  Why?"

"Why, sir?  Because as soon as you try and travel out in that there
jungle, it's so dark that you can't tell which way to steer."

"But we should have to trust to the elephant--if we could get him."

"Oh, that wouldn't do, sir.  We should have trouble enough with it all
clear daylight.  I've thought it all over till my head won't think, and
it's all as clear as crystial.  We must wait for morning, when the
helephant comes for his titbits before one of these chaps mounts guard,
and then slip out and chance it.  I believe in chance, sir--chance and
cheek.  You can often do things by risking it when you makes all sorts
of plans and fails."

"Well, Peter," said Archie wearily, "I can propose nothing better."

"I wish you could, sir."

"So do I," said Archie.  "Well, we must try; and if they catch us, why,
they can but bring us back.  I don't think they dare use their spears,
for fear of what might follow when our people come to rescue us."

"Oh, they won't dare to savage us, sir.  I believe these are Rajah
Suleiman's men, and he wants to keep friendly with the Major."

"There I think you are wrong, Pete.  If he wanted to keep friendly, he
would not have set his men to attack our boat."

"I don't know, sir," said Peter solemnly, "for there's a deal of cunning
and dodgery amongst these krisy chaps, and you never knows what games
they may be at; and as to waiting for our Bri'ish Grenadiers to march up
and find us, I'm thinking that we may wait till all's blue.  My old
woman used to say--my granny, you know, as brought me up--`Peter,' she
used to say, `I am going to give you a moral lesson, boy: don't you wait
for people to help you, my lad; you help yourself.'"

"That was very good advice, Pete," said Archie, smiling, and uttering a
deep yawn.

"Yes, sir; and that's what I used to do."

"Help yourself?"

"I didn't mean that, sir.  I used to hear it so often that I used to do
as you did just now."

"What do you mean?"

"Yawn at it, sir."

"Oh!" said Archie.  "Well, but, Pete, that tiger you talked about kept
me awake all night."

"So he did me, sir."

"Yes," said Archie, laughing; "but you've slept all day since."

"Right, sir.  That's one to you, Mister Archie.  Well, sir, that's our
game, just as I say.  We'll lay up a good stock of rations--I mean save
the fresh and keep on eating the stale, and be all ready for the right
morning, and when it comes, nip outside, mount the helephant, and away
we will go--I mean, that is, if you think that you can creep up same as
I do, and lower yourself down from the roof."

"I think I could now, Pete."

The lad grunted.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means I don't, sir.  I know you'd _try_, but _try_ ain't enough.
You must _do_.  Still, it don't mean that we are going to start
to-morrow morning; and a good job, too, because there's grub, and our
sleep-chests is pretty well empty.  We must both be as fit as fiddles,
sir, and then we can play a tune that will make the niggers stare."

"Yes," said Archie, after lying in silence for a few minutes, with the
darkness rapidly approaching.  "We will worry our brains no more.  This
plan is simple.  We will be prepared, and then good luck go with us.  We
will make our start."

"Bray-vo!" cried Peter.  "That's talking like our own old Mister Archie.
I say, sir, you are picking up!"

"Am I, Pete?" said the lad sadly.  "Feel my arm."

Pete ran his hand down his companion's limb from shoulder to wrist.

"Well, sir, that's all right."

"All right!  Why, I feel like a skeleton."

"Well, but the bones is all right, sir.  You went for ever so long
without eating anything at all but water, and there ain't no chew in
that; and when you did begin to peck, what's it been?  Soaked bread, and
'nanas and pumpkins.  You couldn't expect to get fat on them.  Just wait
till we get back to camp, and you are put on British beef and chicken,
and them pheasants as you officers shoot.  My," said the lad, with a
smack of his lips, "couldn't I tackle one now--stuffed with bread-crumbs
and roasted!  I should be sorry for the poor dog as had to live on the
bones.  A bit of fish, too, fried, sir--even if it was only them ikon
Sammy Langs.  Here, stow it!  I only wanted you not to fidget about
being a bit fine.  You get your pluck, Mister Archie; and you are doing
that fast.  Never mind about the fat and lean so long as you feel that
you can hit out with your fist or tackle a kris chap with one of our
spears.  Doing a thing, sir, is saying you will do it and then doing it
in real earnest.  I say, how soon it has got dark!  Now, what do you say
to a bit of supper, and then finishing up our sleep?"

"Agreed, Pete.  But what about keeping watch for the tiger if it comes?"

"Ah, I didn't think about that, sir; but we've got to chance getting the
elephant here and riding away before the sentry comes."

"Yes; we've settled that we must chance that."

"Yes, sir; and we must chance the tiger if he comes, which maybe he
won't, for we haven't heard much of them chaps before."



CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

IN THE ELEPHANT-HOLES.

"Did you hear anything in the night, Pete?" said Archie the next
morning.

"There he is, bless him!" whispered Peter, from where he was peering
through the lookout-hole.

"What do you mean?"

"That Malay chap, sir--the big one with the squint.  I should like to
drop upon him and smug that kris of his.  Just think of it!  As soon as
we made up our minds to toddle the first time we can get the helephant
here before they mount sentry, here he comes, just as if orders had been
given for that to be done regular."

Peter dropped down from his lookout-hole, and began to pick out the
worst of the fruit for the elephant when he came.

"Seems hard on a friend, Mister Archie, but I don't suppose the Rajah
minds them being a bit over ripe."

"Not he," replied Archie; "but I meant, did you hear anything in the
night?"

"Oh, you mean the tiger, sir?  Yes, I heerd him three or four times, but
I was too comfortable to sit up and bother about him.  Did you hear
him?"

"I suppose I did, but it all seems as if it was part of a dream."

"That's all right, then, sir.  I say!  Hear 'em?  Here's the helephants
coming.  You get up and look."

Archie mounted to the hole, and saw, following steadily one after the
other, four of the great beasts, with the little, squat driver seated on
the neck of the last; and after they had passed, loafing carelessly
along as if he were too important and disdained to be driven, came the
Rajah, muttering as if to himself, and walking straight up to the big
stable door before going on to take his bath.

Archie dropped down, after seeing that the sentry was quietly rolling up
a fresh betel-quid, and Peter stood aside for his companion to take his
place by the basket.

"Never mind me, sir.  Let him stroke you over as much as he likes; and
you mustn't mind if he smells you too much with the wet end of his
trunk.  I want you to be as good friends as me and him is."

The result was that Archie fed the great beast, and was caressed, the
sensation being upon the lad, as he listened to the flapping of the
elephant's ears, that the beast's two little, pig-like eyes were
piercing some crack in the door and watching him intently.

Then, as if quite satisfied with his share in the provender, which he
must have taken as a dainty addition to the vast quantities of jungle
grass and leafage which formed his real support, the elephant swung off,
bowing his huge head and muttering softly, to overtake his companions,
while Peter gave his officer a very knowing look.

"There, sir," he said, "that's just what we want, only no sentry.  You
will have to creep out with the prog and the spears, and the krises when
they comes, which we shall have all ready, while I'm feeding him, and
then go on yourself giving him some bread which we will save up for him.
I shall join you, and tell him to kneel down; up we gets.  You will
crawl on and hold on by the ropes while I settle down with my legs under
his ears.  It will be just as easy as A, B, C."

"_IF_," said Archie, in capital letters.

But the days passed wearily on; provisions were stored up, and there had
been no chance of securing a kris, let alone two, and Peter declared
that it was all out of aggravation that some sentry or another always
took up his daily task before the elephants came.

"They are making a regular custom of it, sir," he said.  "Cuss them!"

"What's that, Pete?"

"I only said _custom_, sir.  I warn't swearing.  I won't say what I
might have said if you hadn't been here."

That very afternoon, as if fate had become weary of fighting against
them, Peter, who had been watching the sentry's weapons with covetous
eyes till it was beginning to grow dusk, suddenly uttered an
ejaculation.

"What is it, Pete?"

"Look here, sir.  Be smart, before it gets dark.  I have been watching
this 'ere chap for a hour.  He has been nodding off to sleep all the
time, and now he's off sound."

"What of that?"

"Kris, sir," said the lad; and crossing the floor of the great building,
he climbed cleverly up to the thatch and passed out, and Archie heard a
faint rustling, and then sat listening in the dark till, after what
seemed to be an impossibly short space of time, the rustling began
again, and a few minutes afterwards Peter, panting heavily, dropped down
on his knees by the subaltern's side.

"Well, was it still too light for you to venture?" asked Archie.

"Poof!" ejaculated the lad.  "Ketch hold 'ere, sir;" and he thrust the
pistol-butt-like handle of a kris into his companion's hand.  "Sound as
a top, sir.  Ain't that prime!  Don't I wish he had had a mate, so that
I could have got two!"

"But he will miss it as soon as he wakes," exclaimed Archie.

"Not 'im, sir; and if he does, he'll think that one of his mates has
been larking.  Wait a bit, and I shall get another chance, for we ought
to have two."

But Fate was going to smile again, for the very next morning, in a wild
state of excitement, the lad gripped his young officer's hand tightly
between his own.

"No larks, sir," he half-sobbed.  "Don't gammon me.  If you don't feel
strong enough, say so, and we'll wait."

"What do you mean?  What's the matter?" whispered back Archie.

"Look there, sir!  The helephants are coming, and there ain't no
sentry."

"Oh!" ejaculated Archie, wild now with excitement, "I'm strong enough
for anything."

"Then take it coolly, sir, just as if we weren't going to make a bolt.
That chap must have been a bit sick last night, or been taking bhang or
something, and he's overslept himself this morning.  Now then!  Spears--
kris--victuals.  Ready for action.  Let's get part of the prog on to the
thatch.  You hand it up to me, and then mount yourself.--Oh dear, we
sha'n't have half enough time!"

"But suppose the sentry comes?"

"Lie down on the thatch.  You will be out of sight."

The low muttering of the elephants was heard as Peter scrambled up to
his hole in the roof.  Archie handed up the spears, which the lad took,
and used one to help him in drawing up the basket of provisions, leaving
Archie to follow with a couple of cakes thrust into his breast; and by
the time the young subaltern was climbing along the thatch preparatory
to lowering himself down, five of the elephants had shuffled by, with
the squat little driver mounted on the last, and disappeared round a
curve of the narrow elephant-path.

As usual, their great fellow, Rajah, as Peter called him, was coming
muttering up, apparently only seeing the ground just where he was about
to plant his feet, so that he started and prepared to swerve as he
suddenly caught sight of the private standing waiting for him, this
being something entirely fresh.

But Peter did not lose his presence of mind; he called him by name and
held out a piece of the cake, when the great animal uttered a loud
grunt, stopped short, and extended his trunk, not to grasp the tempting
offering, but to bring to bear his wonderful sense of smell before he
was satisfied.

Then he passed his trunk over the lad's chest, muttering pleasantly the
while, and taking the piece of cake, transferred it to his cavernous
mouth.

"Now, Mister Archie, sir, bring what you can, and never mind the rest.
We haven't a moment to spare.  Come gently, whatever you do."

Archie was slowly descending the slope of the great thatched roof, which
seemed to be a perfectly easy task, but so novel to one who had not had
Peter's experience that when he had nearly reached the eaves and was
planting his feet carefully, in preparation for lowering himself down
the eight or nine feet of perpendicular wall, whose trellis-work would
afford him support, the tied-in piece of flat stone upon which he had
planted his foot suddenly gave way, and slipped from the thin cane.  A
faint cry escaped from the young officer's lips as he grasped at the
brittle attap mat, which gave way at once.  He slipped over the ragged
mat which formed the eaves, and the next moment, _crack, crack, crack_,
he was hanging feet downwards, and then fell heavily in a cloud of dust
bump upon the trampled earth, in company with a snake about six feet
long, which began to glide rapidly away.

"You've done it, sir!" panted Peter; and then loudly, "It's all right,
old man," he continued, as he held out the rest of the piece of cake.
"That's only his way of coming down.  Whatcher frightened about?  Oh, I
see; it's that snake;" and catching up one of the spears which he had
leaned up against the big door, he used it pitchfork fashion to the
writhing reptile, and sent it flying upward on to the roof, for it to
begin scuffling away amidst the leafy thatch.

_Phoonk_! said the elephant; and he slowly turned himself as if upon a
pivot, and extended his trunk to the coveted cake.

"Don't say you are hurt, sir!" whispered Peter.  "You can go on, can't
you?  Oh, do say you can!"

"Yes, yes," panted Archie confusedly; "I think I am all right."

"Then here goes for it, sir.  I don't feel a bit sure, but I am going to
try as soon as I have fed him a bit more.  Don't you bother about the
prog.  I am going to make him carry it as inside passengers.  It will
please him, and if he will carry us we will eat leaves or grass.--Come
on, old man.  Here you are!  Ripe 'nanas, and one of them pumpkin
things.  What! rather have the pumpkin first?" he continued, as the
great trunk curved slowly towards the golden-hued, melon-like fruit.
"Can't swallow that all at once, can you?  And I don't want to stop and
cut it.  What! you can?  Oh, all right, then.  I forgot you'd got
grinders as big as meat-tins.--Good-bye, pumpkin.--Now, Mister Archie, I
am not sure, but I think I can say what the mahout does when he wants
him to kneel down.  Then don't you stop a moment, but climb up and get
hold of them ropes that he has got round him, pull yourself up, and hold
on.  Ready?"

"Yes," said Archie dreamily; but he was shaken up and confused by his
fall.

"Now, Rajah, kneel down!" cried Peter, in the nearest approach he could
recall to the Malay mahout's command; and, to his great delight, the
huge beast swayed from side to side and sank upon the earth, at the same
time curving his trunk towards Peter as he raised his head.

"There you are," cried Peter, as he passed a couple of the bananas he
held ready, and the moment these had been grasped and the trunk lowered
again, "Now then, up with you!" cried the lad; and planting a foot upon
one of the corrugations of the wrinkling trunk, Archie began to scramble
up, passing over the animal's forehead, up between the extended ears and
over the rugosities between head and neck.

He nearly slipped as he reached for one of the ropes that girdled the
animal's loins, but recovered himself, and, to Peter's satisfaction,
seated himself, holding on tightly by the howdah-stays.

"Here you are!" cried Peter again, and this time he handed a great lump
of cake, which the elephant took contentedly.--"Now, Mister Archie,
sir," he cried, as he seized the two spears and handed them up, "take
hold; I'll carry one by-and-by.--Now, old chap," he continued, "it's my
turn now.  Up with you!"  And once more his memory served him in giving
some rendering of the mahout's command, for in his slow, lumbering
fashion the monster began to sway.

"Hold tight, sir, whatever you do," cried Peter.

"Yes.  Are you going to walk?"

"Not me, sir; but I do wish that we hadn't got to leave that basket
behind."

By this time the towering beast was once more upon its feet, and Peter
was puzzling his head for an order he had forgotten; but just as some
misty notion of the Malay words was hovering in his brain the great
trunk encircled his waist, he was lifted from the ground, and the next
minute he was gliding safely into the mahout's place, his widely
outstretched legs settling themselves behind the monster's ears.

"Now, Mister Archie, give us one of them spears.  Got it!  Now then--
talk about a mahout!--_Geet! geet_!  Netherway!" he cried, using the
words familiar to him from the days when he used to watch the carters
and their teams.  "What are you up to now?--Look at that, now, Mister
Archie!"  For, to the lad's great delight, the elephant had swung
himself round a little, the effect being to Archie that of a heavily
laden boat in a rough sea, and reaching out with his trunk towards the
basket with the rest of the fruit, he had picked it up, and then began
to march solemnly and sedately in the direction taken by the other
elephants every morning since they had passed the great shed.

"Can you hold on, Mister Archie?" said Peter.

"Yes; pretty well.  Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm all right, sir; but 'ware trees as soon as we get into that
path in front.  Mind as the branches don't wipe you off."

"I'll try."

"I say, sir, don't the Rajah know how to take care of hisself!" cried
Peter, carrying his spear diagonally, and looking as if he was prepared
to use it if any one should present himself to stop their way.  "Now
what do you think of our plan, sir?"

"Oh, it's splendid," replied the young officer.  "But never mind me.
Don't talk much, for I hurt my head a little when I fell."

"Don't think about it, sir.  It will soon pass off," cried Peter without
turning his head, and then muttering, "Think of me talking to the poor
fellow like that!--Now then, go ahead, Rajah!  Best leg foremost, old
man.  Headquarters, please; and I hope you know the way, for I'm blest
if I do.  All I know is that I don't want to see that little chap again
for him to go and fetch some of them guards."

The elephant slowly shuffled along for the next ten minutes or so,
before the first difficulty that presented itself to the amateur mahout
appeared in front; for after they had pursued the regular elephant-path
beyond the clearing for some little time, there in front was a dividing
of the road, and upon reaching this the elephant stopped as if in doubt,
and began slowly swinging his head, ending by planting the basket he
carried upon the earth and helping himself to another of the coarse
melons.

"Which way?" growled Peter, as he looked down each path in turn, the one
being fairly trampled, but green with the shoots of the cane; the other
showing the regular holes, and being wet and muddy in the extreme.

"All right," thought the lad.  "That must be the way down to the river
where t'others have gone for their bath.  Right!" he cried, as the
elephant raised the basket again and inclined his head slowly as if to
follow the muddy path, from some distance down which came the grunting
of the other elephants, when, in his excitement, Peter uttered a savage
"Yah-h!"

This did as well as the purest Malay order meaning to the left, for the
elephant turned his head in the other direction at once, and then
planting his great feet carefully in the fairly dry holes, he began to
follow the greener path.

_Squash_--_suck_--_squash_--_suck_, on and on through the forest shades,
and as the boughs of the jungle trees hung over here and there lower and
lower in the great tunnel of greenery, so cramped in size that there
seemed to be only just room for the elephant to pass along, Peter kept
on looking back nervously, half-expecting to see his companion swept
away from his precarious perch.



CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

PHOONK!

"I'm getting better fast, Pete," cried Archie Maine, his voice sounding
clearly above the _suck, suck_ of the elephant's feet in the deep old
tracks, and the _whisk, whisk_ of the green cane-sprouts that shot out
on either side from the wall of verdure.

"That's right, sir.  You do comfort me.  I've been thinking that it
wasn't fair of me to be riding comfortable here while you've got nothing
but a bit of rope to hold on by except your balance.  But, I say, it
ain't all best down here, for, my eye, ain't it 'ot!--quite steamy."

"Yes; this tunnel is steamy and hot," replied Archie.

"Oh, I don't mean the tunnel, sir.  I mean Rajah's neck and these two
great fly-flaps of his keeping all the wind out.  I tried lifting up one
of them, but I suppose it tiddled him--fancied he had got a big fly
about him, I suppose.  I say, Mister Archie, ain't it prime!  He don't
seem to be going fast, but, my word, with these long legs of his how he
does get over the ground!  But, I say, look ye here; wouldn't this be a
jolly place if we was out for a holiday, instead of being like on
furlough without leave?"

"It's beautiful," said Archie; for after they had travelled for some
time in deep shadow, completely covered in, the jungle suddenly opened
out, and their way was now between two perpendicular walls of dense
green verdure.  Just in front a couple of brilliantly green-and-gold,
long-tailed paroquets suddenly flashed into sight as if about to alight,
but, startled by the elephant, they flew off with sharp screams.

And now time after time large, wide-winged, diurnal moths and glistening
butterflies flew up from where they had settled on the dew-drenched
herbage and fluttered before them.  Not far onward a flock of finches
flew from the tops of the green banks, twittering loudly as they
displayed the brilliance of the blue and yellow and green of their
plumage and its varying shades.  But this was only for a time.  The
jungle growth rose higher on either side till it shut out the sunshine,
and once more the elephant-path wore the aspect of a deep, shadowy
tunnel, while the air grew more moist and steamy, seeming stagnant to a
degree.

"All right, sir?" cried Peter, straining to look round.

"Yes, yes, Pete.  My fall shook me a bit, and seemed to bring back the
old aching in my head.  But don't mind me.  I feel quite happy now that
we are getting farther and farther from our prison.  We are free, and if
I could only feel that we were going in the right direction I should not
care."

"Oh, don't care, sir; don't care a bit.  It's chance it--chance it.  Old
Rajah's taking us somewhere, and why shouldn't it be to headquarters?"

"It's not likely, Pete."

"Very well, sir.  Then I will have another go.  What do you say to its
being to the Rajah's palace?  I don't know where it is--only that it is
somewhere in the jungle, not very far from the river.  You've never been
there, have you?"

"No, Pete, I haven't.  But, as you say, it is not far from the river."

"Well, sir, we can't be far from the river.  It must be somewhere off to
our right flank, and old Rajah here must know his way, or else he
wouldn't be going so steadily on; and the beauty of these places is that
when once you are on the right road you can't miss your way, because
there ain't no turning."

"But we passed one turning to the right."

"Yes, sir.  That's where the helephants went down to drink, and you see
if we don't come to another farther on.  But this is splendid
travelling.  How he does get over the ground!  And if it warn't for the
commissariat department one could go on day after day, just making a
halt now and then for this chap to take in half a load of growing hay
and suck in a tubful of water, and then go on again."

"Hush!  Don't talk so, Pete."

"Why not, sir?  I am doing it to keep up your sperrits."

"But I want to listen."

"Hear anything, sir?"

"I am not sure.  But I keep expecting to hear some of the Malays in
pursuit."

"Not likely, sir.  If they are they must be coming on one of the other
helephants, and I don't believe any of them can walk as fast as this one
does, so they are not likely to overtake us.  We are safe enough so long
as we can get old Rajah here to keep on.  The only thing that fidgets me
is the eating and drinking."

"I should be glad to have some water," said Archie, "but I can wait till
we come close to the river."

"That's right, sir; but what about something to eat?  Old Rajah seems to
have thought that all that was in the basket was meant for him, and he's
tucked it inside and chucked the basket away.  So don't be hungry, sir."

"I have two of the cakes, Pete, inside my jacket."

"What!  Oh, who's going to mind?  That's splendid noos, sir.--Go ahead,
old chap.  What are you flapping your ears about for?  Think you can
hear water?"

"There, Pete," said Archie eagerly, "I am nearly sure now I heard a
faint cry far behind."

"Oh, some bird, sir.  Don't you get fancying that.  We are miles and
miles away from where we started, and as most likely we are pretty close
to the river, it's one of those long-legged heron things, and if you
hear anything else it's like enough to be one of them big frogs or
toads.  If it was to-night instead of being this afternoon, I should say
it was one of the crocs.  But I should know him pretty well by heart."

The great elephant went patiently trudging on, mile after mile, with the
heat so intense that Archie Maine had to fight hard to keep off a
growing drowsiness, and he now welcomed the fact that the portion of the
jungle through which they were being carried kept on sending down
trailing strands of the rotan cane and other creepers which threatened
to lasso him and drag him from his seat.

But no further cry or note of bird came to suggest danger from the rear,
and as the drowsiness at length passed away, the question began to
arise: what was to happen when darkness came on?--for the afternoon was
well spent.

It was after a long silence that Archie broached this question.

"What are we going to do when it's dark, sir?" said Peter.  "Well, I've
been a-thinking of that--not like you have."

"How do you know what I've been thinking?" asked Archie sharply.

"Well, I ain't sure, of course, sir, but I should think you are
wondering what we should do if we come across a tiger.  It strikes me
that we needn't mind that--at least, not in front, for Mr Stripes
wouldn't face these 'ere two great tusks.  One of them would go through
him like a shot.  What I'm thinking of is the making of a halt, first
clearing we come to.  But if we do, who's going to tie up Rajah so that
he sha'n't go back?  He might take it into his head to stop by the
river-side for some water, but it strikes me, sir, that as soon as we
got off he'd go back to the old stable to see if he couldn't find
something to eat and drink."

"Hush, Pete!" cried Archie excitedly.

"What for, sir?  Afraid he will understand what we are saying?"

"Hush, I say!"

"All right, sir," said Peter, speaking in a whisper.  "But he does keep
cocking up his ears and listening."

"Yes," said Archie; "I was in doubt before, but I am sure now.  It's
some one keeps on hailing us from behind.  Drive him on faster, for I am
sure we are pursued."

"What! make him gallop, sir?  Why, it would chuck you off directly."

"No; I think I could keep on.  We must try and leave whoever it is
behind.  I couldn't bear for us to be taken again."

"We ain't a-going to be, sir, so long as we have these 'ere toothpicks
to fight with."

"That's a last resource.  Try to hurry the beast."

"He won't hurry, sir.  'Tisn't as if I'd got one of them anchors, as
they call them; and even if I had, poor old chap!  I shouldn't have the
heart to stick it into him as the mahouts do."

"It wouldn't hurt him more than spurring does a horse, with such a thick
skin."

"But I ain't got one of them boat-hooky tools.  Look here, sir; hand me
that there kris.  Ain't poisoned, is it?"

"The Doctor says they are not."

"Let's have it, then, sir.--Why, what game do you call this?"

For at that moment, before any experiment could be tried with the goad,
a faint, unmistakable hail was heard from far behind, running as it were
along deep, verdant tunnels, and Rajah, after flapping his ears heavily,
uttered a low, deep sigh, stopped short, and began to tear down green
branches from overhead and convey them to his mouth.

"Oh, this won't do!" cried Peter angrily.--"Get on, sir--get on!"

The elephant uttered what sounded to be a sigh and raised one huge leg
as if about to step out, but only planted it down again in the same deep
hole, went through the same evolution with another leg, subsided again,
and went on crunching the abundant succulent herbage.

"It's no good, Pete," said Archie bitterly.  "They are in full chase.
The elephant recognises the cry, and you will never get him to stir."

"An obstinate beggar!" grumbled Peter.  "Makes me feel as if I could
stick that there spike right into him, though he is fanning my poor, hot
legs with these flappers of his.  Well, Mister Archie, I suppose it's no
use to fight against him.  He has got the pull of us, and there's only
one thing for us to do now."

"What's that, Pete?"

"Act like Bri'ish soldiers, sir," said the lad through his set teeth.
"Hold the fort, and fight."

At that moment the cry was more audible, and the elephant gave his ears
a quicker flap and said, _Phoonk_!



CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.

PETER'S RAJAH.

"Ain't it been a mistake, sir?" said Peter Pegg.  "We ought to have
risked it both of us together, stirred him up with the spears or the
point of that kris, and made him go on."

"No mistake, Pete.  He would have turned savage, and dragged you off as
easily as he lifted you up, then knocked you down with his trunk and
perhaps trampled you into the mud."

"Perhaps you are right, sir; and it wouldn't have been very pleasant.
But hark!  There's a helephant coming, and you can hear the _suck, suck,
suck_ of his feet in the mud plainer and plainer.  I wish whoever they
are upon it would holloa again.  I want to know how many that
helephant's got on board."

"I think only one," said Archie.

"Oh, well, we are not going to give up to one, sir.  I was afraid--I
mean, 'spected--there'd be a howdah full, all with their spears and
krises, and a mahout as well.  Have you got any orders to give me, sir,
about dismounting?"

"No; we must do the best we can from where we sit.  What could we do if
we got down into this narrow path full of mud-holes?"

"Nothing at all, sir," replied Peter.  "I think just the same as you do.
The helephant's getting very close now, so keep telling me what you see
from up there, for I can see next to nothing where I'm sitting.  Now,
sir," whispered the lad, "can't you see him yet?"

"No; the path bends round."

"But you must see directly, sir.--Here, you keep quiet, Rajah, and leave
them boughs alone."

"I can see now, Pete," said Archie eagerly.  "It's the smallest
elephant, with a tiger pad on its back."

"Yes, sir; but who's on it?"

"Only one man--the mahout, in a turban."

"Oh, him!  That little, squatty driver!  I can finish him off with one
on the nose."

"No; I think--yes, it is the mahout who rode into camp at the review."

"What! him, sir?  That's Rajah's own mahout--I mean, Rajah's his
helephant.  That's why he stopped.  _Phee--ew_!" whistled the lad.
"Why, he's a friend of mine.  I say, sir, we are not so bad off as I
thought."

"You've met him before, then, Pete?"

"Course I did, sir--day of the sham-fight.  But I didn't know he was up
yonder.  He must have been there all the time, though he didn't show up.
That little, squatty chap used to do all the work of taking the
helephants to water, while he stopped back, too big to do any of that
dirty work, and ready to ride when he was wanted."

It seemed plain enough now that when the big elephant was missing, his
mahout had come in search of the huge brute himself, and directly after
the small elephant he was now riding bore him close up, butting its head
against Rajah's hind-quarters and uttering a squealing, muttering sound,
while, without turning his head, Rajah seemed to answer, and went on
breaking off succulent boughs of leafage, to go on munching as if quite
content.

But, heard directly above the gruntings and mutterings of the two
elephants, the fierce-looking little mahout raised himself as high as he
could in his seat and burst into a furious tirade in his own tongue, not
a word of which could be grasped by his hearers, but its general tenor
seemed to be a series of angry questions as to how dare these two
English infidels take away his elephant, and bidding them get down
directly.

"Can you understand all that, Mister Archie?" said Peter as the man
paused to take breath.

"No," was the reply.  "Can you?"

"No, sir; but it's all plain enough.  Now, will you drop upon him?"

"I think you had better."

"So do I," said Peter, changing his position so that he could stand up
on Rajah's neck, steadying himself by one of the pendent boughs, and
resting the butt of one of the spears upon the animal's neck.

He had just finished this when the mahout, who had evidently prepared
himself for his journey by donning his turban and his showy yellow baju
and sarong, recommenced his torrent of abuse.

"Yah!" roared Peter as loudly as he could.  "Hold your row, you ugly,
snub-nosed, thick-lipped, little cock-bantam of a man!"

The mahout stopped short and sat staring in wonder, with his mouth wide
open and the corners of his lips ruddy with the juice of the betel-nut
he had been chewing.

"How dah you?" roared Peter, in the loudest and best imitation he could
produce of the Major in one of his angry fits.  "How dah you?  I say.
How dah you?  You flat-nosed little run-amucker!  Speak like that to a
British officer!"  And he emphasised his last words by raising the spear
and bringing the butt down again heavily on Rajah's neck, his energetic
action making the great elephant stir uneasily, so that the speaker was
nearly dislodged.  "Quiet, will you?" roared Peter, making a fresh grab
at the branch he held.  "Want to have me overboard?"

The elephant grunted.

"Yah-h-h-h-h!" roared Peter, raising the spear he held; and poising it
after the fashion he had learned from the Malays, he seemed about to
hurl it at the little mahout, whose head and shoulders he could see
plainly now just beyond Rajah's shabby little tail.  "You dare to say
another word, and I will pin you where you sit, like the miserable
little beetle you are!  Now then.--Here, steady, Rajah!--Hold tight,
Mister Archie!  I am coming to you; but just you make a show of that
other spear.  You needn't get up, but make believe to be about to chuck
it at him if he isn't pretty careful."

Archie held on more tightly to the rope girths by which he had kept his
position so long, while Peter rather unsteadily joined him, bringing
himself so much nearer to the mahout that he could have pretty well
touched him had he extended his spear.

"I say, Mister Archie," he said, "if old Rajah takes it into his head to
move on now, I shall pitch right on to old Chocolate there.--Yah-h!" he
roared again.

The mahout, who had apparently begun to recover from his astonishment,
had changed his ankus from one hand to the other, and was in the act of
drawing his kris, when Peter yelled at him again and made so fierce a
thrust with his spear that all the little fellow's pugnacity died out,
or, as it were, passed away in a shriek of fear.

"Ah, that's better," cried Peter.  "Now then, you have got to do what I
tell you."

The mahout's eyes rolled as he thrust back his kris into its sheath, the
man's face turning from a rich, pale-brown hue to a dirty, pallid mud
colour.

"Here, give us that kris, Mister Archie," continued Peter in a
blustering tone.

"You are not going to use it, Pete?" half-whispered the subaltern.

"You will see, sir," cried the lad fiercely; and then he almost roared,
"He'd better not give me any of his nonsense!"  And taking the kris in
his hand, he held the blade threateningly towards the mahout and
beckoned to him to come.

His gestures were so plain, and the manifestations with the little,
wave-bladed dagger so easily comprehensible, that the poor, shivering,
little wretch dragged himself out of his seat and knelt upon the head of
the smaller elephant and bowed down with his hands extended as if asking
for mercy.

"Ah, you know you deserve it!" roared Peter.  "Now then, give me that
weapon--quick!"

The man raised his head a little and looked up at the lad, who was
making a horrible grimace and rolling his eyes; and then seeming to
fully grasp his meaning, he quickly drew kris and sheath from the folds
of his sarong, and held them out to Peter, who snatched them away and
handed them to Archie.

"Now then," shouted Peter, "don't you pretend you can't understand plain
English, because if you do I'll--" He raised the spear on high and made
as if to deliver a thrust, with the effect that the mahout uttered a
shriek of fear and banged his forehead heavily down between his hands.
"Now get up," roared Peter; and the man raised his head and displayed a
face and lips quivering with fear, shrinking sharply as the lad reached
out and laid the blade of the spear upon the thinly covered shoulder.
"Now, you understand: if you try to play any games you will get this.
D'ye 'ear?"

The poor fellow uttered a few words in his own tongue, and raised his
hands together towards Peter as if begging for mercy.

What followed took some considerable time and proved a difficult task,
for the mahout was almost beside himself with fear; but as soon as he
grasped Peter's meaning he set to work excitedly, and with the
cleverness born of experience he loosened the ropes of the tiger pad
upon the lesser elephant, unlaced them, and with Peter's assistance
dragged it on to the back of the larger beast, Archie having changed his
place to Rajah's neck, where he sat facing the workers with a spear in
each hand.

"Don't look so good-tempered, sir," Peter stopped for a few moments to
say.  "Squeege your eyes up, sir, and show your teeth, as if you meant
to eat the little beggar."

"Oh, nonsense!" replied Archie.  "You have regularly mastered him now.
The poor little wretch is half-dead with fright."

"Yuss!" growled Peter, turning to give a savage look at his panting
little companion.  "He knows what Great Britons are, sir; and it's lucky
for him he does.--Now then," he roared, "let's get this job done."

The mahout winced, and after a time the task of securing the big,
comfortable pad was finished, and, in obedience to Peter, Archie took
his seat upon it, while the mahout made a gesture as if asking whether
he should go back now to his old seat on the lesser elephant, which all
the time was following Rajah's example and making a hearty meal of the
succulent leaves.

"What does he mean by that, Mister Archie?" whispered Peter.  "No, no,
don't tell me!  I see;" and turning to the mahout, he roared out "No!"
and pointed forward towards Rajah's neck.  "That's your place," he
shouted; and the little fellow, grasping Peter's meaning, crept past
Archie and took his seat, settling himself, with a sigh, with his legs
beneath the great beast's ears.

The big elephant, though apparently intent upon demolishing as many
leaves as he could contain, proved himself to have been busy with his
little, pig-like eyes the while, for as the mahout took his seat he
began muttering and chuntering again, and dropping a bunch of the green
food, he turned up his trunk and began to pass it over the body of his
rider.

The look of fear had died out of the mahout's countenance as he turned
his face to the two Englishmen, and he nodded and smiled rather
pitifully, as he seemed to be feeling now that his life was going to be
spared.

"All right!" shouted Peter; and the mahout winced again as he drew his
ankus from where he had tucked it in the folds of his sarong, as if to
signify that he was ready to perform any duties his masters wished.

"That's done it, Mister Archie," said Peter.  "One can't understand
everybody's lingo, but good, loud English goes a long way if you put
plenty of powder behind it.  You see now.--Forward!" roared Peter, and
the mahout, who had been nervously watching his every movement, turned
and spoke to Rajah, when the monster moved on at once into the deep,
rich glow that was now penetrating the tunnel-like road, while the
lesser elephant stayed for a few minutes to collect a good-sized bundle
of twigs, and then moved after its fellow as contentedly as if
everything were right.

"Then you are going to make him take us right back to camp, Pete?" said
Archie.

"Yes, sir; that's the marching orders, if we can do it; but it won't be
very long before it's dark."

"Yes; it will soon be sundown.  How long do you think the elephant will
go on?"

"I d'know, sir.  It's chance it--chance it, just as it's been ever since
we started this morning.  I say, though, this 'ere's more comfortable
than riding barebacked, holding on to a rope, sir, eh?"

"Pete, my lad," said Archie, with a sigh, "it's wonderful!  How did you
manage it all?"

"Oh, sir," said the lad modestly, "it's only having a bit of a try.  One
never knows what one can do till you sets to work, and when you puts
your back to it and goes in for chance it as well, it mostly turns out
pretty tidy."

"Yes, Pete; but what worries me now is what we are going to do when the
elephant stops to rest or sleep."

"Don't you worry your head about that, Mister Archie.  I know you are
weak and pulled down, but just you pay a bit more heed to what I say.
It's what you ought to do now, and what we must do--chance it, sir,
chance it, same as I'm doing about something else."

"What else?" said Archie wearily, as he let his aching body sway with
the movement of the great steed.

"About whether this is the right way or the wrong, sir.  I don't know;
you don't know.  But perhaps old Rajah does, so what we have got to do,
as I said before, is to keep our eyes on that little bantam of a Malay,
and chance it, sir--chance it."



CHAPTER THIRTY.

A JUNGLE NIGHT.

It was just as the shades of night were coming on that the great
elephant stepped out of the tunnel into comparative light.  The wall of
verdure opened out on either side, and a natural clearing lay before the
travellers, while, still bearing what looked like the pale stain of
sunshine, there flowing from right to left was the river.

There was a regular track marked out by the various animals that
frequented it; and the mud-holes formed by the elephants grew deeper and
more given to spurt out water as the great animals passed on till the
edge of the river was reached, when they plunged in on to what now
seemed to be firm, gravelly soil, with the clear stream pressing against
their sides, till the smaller elephant was pretty well breast-deep.

Here Rajah stood, setting the example and drinking deeply, while those
he bore began to suffer the pangs of Tantalus as they saw the clear
stream gliding by.

"I can't stand this much longer, sir," said Peter.  "Think there's any
crocs up here?"

"It is impossible to say, Pete."

"Yes, sir; but I am ready to risk it.  But what I want to know first is:
are we going back, or is this 'ere a sort of ford, and the path goes on
the other side?"

He had hardly spoken before Rajah uttered a snort and went splashing on
towards the opposite shore, with the water growing shallower and
shallower till the two beasts were walking on firm, gravelly ground, the
water flying up at every step, and they soon stood out on dry ground,
with the dimly seen track going on before them.

Here, at a word from the mahout, both animals stopped short, and Rajah
kneeled, when the mahout descended nimbly and began trotting back to the
water's edge.

"Not going to cut and run, is he, sir?" began Pete.  "No; it's all
right.  I can't quite see, but ain't that a cocoa-nut he's stooping to
dip?--Yes; that's right.  Good old chap!  He's bringing us a drink."

This proved to be the case, and the little fellow brought the refilled
half-cocoa-nut-shell he had taken from somewhere in his baju, and it was
handed up to the two lads four times, before the little fellow went back
to the river, filled it for himself, and finally returned to his place
and climbed up once more.

Directly after, the elephant rose and continued along the track to
where, in the darkness, it was evident the marshy land began, and beyond
it seemed the jungle once again.

Peter was ready enough to begin his favourite advice soon after, and bid
his companion chance it, as on this side of the river the open land grew
more moist, and in the darkness the elephant's huge feet sank in deeper
and deeper, till at every step they plunged in quite four feet, and it
needed a sturdy effort to withdraw them.  Then all at once the Rajah
uttered a grunt, half-turned as if to retrace his steps, and then stood
fast, while his companion, making use of the prints he had left,
half-turned likewise as if to meet him; and then both stood fast,
pressing their heads together with a grunt.

"What does this mean?" said Archie with a look of wonder.

"I d'know, sir.  Looks to me as if they are going to sleep."

It was soon proved that the lad was right, for the animals, after
uttering a low sigh or two, remained perfectly still, with the mahout
dimly seen in his place and his head lowered down upon his chest.

"Well, sir," said Pete, "this is all plain enough, and it looks as if we
may as well go to sleep too."

"Sleep!" said Archie.  "With the risk of falling off this pad?"

"Oh, we sha'n't do that, sir.  We must take it in turns."

"Will they stand like this till morning?" said Archie.

"Suppose so, sir.  They can't fall over sideways, because their legs are
stuck fast in these holes.  Here, you have first go, sir, and I'll keep
watch.  Think this is a tigery sort of place?"

"They are fond of the river-side, Pete," said Archie sadly; "but I was
thinking about crocodiles."

"Haven't heard anything of them, sir; but, anyhow, we are safe up here,
and we have got to chance it."

"Oh," exclaimed Archie impatiently, "how sick I am of hearing you say
that!"

"Yes, sir; you're a bit sleepy now.  Just you slip one arm under this
pad rope, and lie right over on your side, and you will go off.  You may
trust me, sir.  I won't go to sleep."

Utterly wearied out, the subaltern began to make some opposition, but he
obeyed his companion's order, and five minutes after Nature had asserted
herself and he was fast asleep.

How that night passed he could never afterwards recall, but he had some
dreamy notion that he woke up and took Peter's duties of watchman,
telling him to slip his arm under the pad rope and lie over upon his
side so as to get his turn of rest.  But it all proved to be imaginary,
for the poor fellow, weak and still suffering from the effects of his
wound, did not start up until the great elephant had begun to drag his
legs out of the deep holes, when he trudged on towards where the track
ran once more between two walls of densely matted palm growth; and he
stared in wonder at his companion, hardly able to collect his thoughts
so as to put the question that was troubling him and say:

"Have I been asleep all night, Pete?"

"Yes, sir; like a top.  Feel better now?"

"No!" cried the lad passionately, for the confusion was passing off.  "I
trusted you."

"Yes, sir.  All right.  I have been listening to one of them great cats
singing and purring right back on the other side of the river, and I
never slept a wink."

"Oh!" ejaculated Archie; but Peter chose to misunderstand him.

"Oh it is, sir," he cried ecstatically.  "Take another look before we
are shut in amongst the trees.  It's lovely!  It's the beautifullest
morning I ever did see."



CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.

AN AWAKENING.

"You can't be sure, Pete.  These elephant-paths through the jungle are
all alike.  There's the same half-dark, dense heat, the tangled walls on
either side, the overhanging trees and loops of prickly rotan suspended
overhead ready to catch you.  How can you be sure that this is one that
you have been along before?"

"I d'know, sir.  What you say is very right, but I seem to feel that
I've been along here before, and old Rajah must have been, or he
wouldn't go swinging along as if he felt that he'd got nearly to the end
of his journey.  Shall I try and ask Mr Bantam there?"

"Oh no," said Archie wearily.  "It's so hard trying to make him
understand, and I always feel in doubt when you have tried."

"Well, sir, we shall soon know whether it is, for I don't believe we are
more than two or three miles from headquarters."

"I'd give anything for you to be right, Pete, for I am nearly done up."

"I know you are, sir, and I might say, so am I; for long enough it has
seemed as if the hinge of my back was giving way, and when the helephant
gives one of his worst rolls it just seems as if he'd jerk my head off.
But cheer up, sir!  I think it's all right, and we have done splendidly.
We might have had to pull up and fight all the Malay chaps from up
there by the Rajah's hunting-box.  Of course we should have made a good
stand of it, but how are you going to dodge spears in a narrow place
like this?  There, cheer up, sir!  When you look happy over it I feel as
if I am ready for anything; but when you go down in the dumps I haven't
a bit of pluck left in me."

"It will be dark soon, Pete.  If we have to spend another night out in
the jungle I must lie down under some tree."

"Mustn't sir.  Cold, rheumatiz', and fever.  You will have to stick to
your warm bed up here.  But talk about a warm bed--you should have tried
sitting like a mahout."

"It will be dark in an hour, Pete," said Archie, who seemed to pay no
heed to his companion's brisk chatter.

"Not it, sir.  Two hours--full, though I ain't got no watch.  Not as
that much matters.  Old Tipsy has got a big, old silver one, but he says
you never can depend upon it in this damp place.  We have got plenty of
time to get there yet, and see how old Rajah is swinging along!  I am
sure he knows his way."

"Don't--don't--pray don't keep chattering so!  It makes me feel worse
than ever."

"You think so, sir," said Peter stubbornly, "but it don't; it rouses you
up, sir, even if it only makes you turn waxy and pitch into me."

"Yes, yes, I know, Pete.  It's because I'm so ill.  It's like having a
touch of fever again.  Then you must think what a beast and a brute I am
to you--a regular burden.  I could feel it in my heart to slip down
under the first big tree and go to sleep, even if I were not to wake
again."

"Hah!" said Pete dryly.  "That sounds bad, if it was real, sir; but it's
only what you fancy.  How's your head now?"

"That old pain seems back again worse than ever."

"Wish we'd stopped an hour ago when we crossed back over the river
again, and had 'nother good drink.  That must have been about one
o'clock, I should say.  I don't know, though--I've about lost count.
Ain't it rum, sir, how rivers wind about, and how the elephants' paths
go straight across them?"

Archie looked at him piteously; his eyes seemed to say, "Pray, pray
don't keep talking!"

The look silenced his companion, and for half-an-hour at least not a
word was spoken.

_Plosh, plosh, suck, suck_ of the elephants' feet went on in the same
monotonous way.  A gleam of sunshine now and then lightened the gloom of
the tunnel-like path, but besides the dreary sound the silence was
awful.  By this time Archie seemed to be quite exhausted, and as Pete
passed an arm round him and lowered him back on to the pad before
slipping a hand into his waistband to ensure his not slipping off, the
poor fellow's eyes were half-closed, while those of his companion were
fixed with the lids wide apart, and with a fierce, staring look gazed
forward over the mahout's head in the wild hope of seeing something that
he could recognise, something that would prove that they really were on
the path that led to headquarters.

"I'm about beat out," said poor Peter to himself.  "A chap wants to be
made of iron to keep this up much longer, and I ain't iron, only flesh
and blood and bones, and them not best quality--upper crust.  Oh! if I
could only--" He stopped short with his lips apart, face down, and one
ear turned in the direction in which the mahout was staring.

"Oh!" he panted once again, "is it, or am I getting delirious?  Ah!
there it goes again--or am I wrong?  What's a bugle going for at this
time in the afternoon?  I'm a-dreaming of it.  No, I ain't!  Hooray!--
Look up, Mister Archie, sir!  It's all right.  Cheer up, sir!"

"What!  What!  Who spoke?" said the exhausted lad, making an effort,
catching at Peter, and dragging himself up and sitting clinging tightly
to his companion's arm.

"Close in, sir.  We shall be at the campong in five minutes, and in less
than another on the parade-ground.  Hooroar, sir!  There's no place like
home, even if it's out in a savage jungle.--Here, what are you panting
at, sir, like that?  Don't do it!  You ain't been running."

"You're saying this to keep me up, Peter."

"I ain't, sir; I ain't.  Look!  Look!  You can see for yourself now.
There, them's the big trees where all the helephants sheltered at the
review, and--brave old Rajah!  He's making for it straight.  There's a
peep of the river too, and you can see the hut above the landing-place
where I kept guard that night and listened to the crocs.  Now then, what
do you say to that?  Am I right?"

Archie made no reply that was audible, but his lips parted as he
muttered two words in fervent thanks; and the next minute Rajah had
increased the rate at which he made his strides upon hard ground, and
the open space before them was becoming dotted with moving men in their
familiar white jackets, in consequence of an order that had been passed
after a glass had been directed at the advancing elephant; while, as the
great beast, as if quite accustomed to the place, strode in beneath the
sheltering trees and stopped short, to stand with slowly swinging head
on the very spot where Peter had first made his acquaintance, a burst of
cheers rang out from officers and comrades, who came up at the double to
welcome back those who had been given up for lost.

One of the first to reach the elephant's side was the Doctor.

"Archie, my lad!" he cried.  "Minnie!  My poor girl!  Speak, lad--
speak!"

Archie's lips parted, and his old look of despair deepened as he tried
to answer; but no word passed his parched lips, cracking now with fever
and exhaustion.  He only looked wildly in the Doctor's imploring eyes
and shook his head.

The Doctor uttered a groan, and then, as the elephant knelt in response
to the mahout's order, the Doctor's despair died away to make room for
duty.

"Now, my lads," he cried, "half-a-dozen of you help them down and carry
them carefully into hospital.--Cheer up, boys!  I'll soon put you
right.--Ah, Sir Charles!  You here?  I can't go.--Hold up, man!--Go up
to my place and speak to my wife.  But after this--be a man, sir!--
there's hope for us still."



CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

IN THE DOCTOR'S HANDS.

"Lie still.  What have you got to fidget about?  I have done all I can,
and made a decent job of your head.  It looks quite respectable now,
after what I have done with the scissors.  That hair ought to have been
cut close off first thing, so as to afford a place for decent bandages,
and I feel quite astounded to see how kindly Nature has treated you.  It
must have been an awful blow, my boy, and if you hadn't been of the
stupid, thick-headed breed, you would have suffered from a comminuted
fracture of the skull.  Can't you lie still?"

"No, Doctor.  I want to get up."

"And make yourself worse?"

"No; but after what you have done, I feel so much better and more
comfortable that I want to be up and doing."

"Nonsense!  You have been doing ten times too much, and I tell you
seriously, sir, that another day or two of what you have gone through in
making your escape, and you must have been dangerously ill with fever."

"But I feel so much better, Doctor."

"Of course you do.  I was just able to catch you in the nick of time,
and now I have done my part, and you must leave the rest to Nature."

"But I want to go out with one of the detachments."

"What for?  To break down directly, and interfere with the good four or
half-a-dozen of the lads would be doing, from their time being taken up
in carrying you on a bamboo litter?"

"Oh Doctor, I shouldn't break down."

"Oh, wouldn't you?  Nice piece of impudence!  Here am I, who have
devoted half my life to the tinkering up of damaged soldiers, and know
to a tittle how much a man can bear, all wrong, of course!  And you, a
young jackanapes of a subaltern, a mere boy, tell me to my face that you
know better than I do!"

"No, no, Doctor; I beg your pardon!" said Archie.  "I don't mean that.
It is only because I want to be out with the fellows, trying to run that
brutal scoundrel down."

"Yes, yes, my boy, I know.  But wait.  Everything possible is being
done, and any hour the news may come in that my poor child has been
found and some one has been shot down.  Archie, my boy, nothing would
afford me greater delight than to see that lurid-looking heathen brought
in half-dead, and handed over to my tender mercies."

Archie burst out into a mocking laugh.

"What do you mean by that, sir?" said Dr Morley.

"I was thinking, Doctor, you would set to at once attending to his
wounds, and making him well as soon as you possibly could."

"What!  A treacherous, cunning savage!  I'd--Well, I suppose you are
right, boy.  Habit's habit.  But the British lawyers would tackle him
afterwards, and he would get his deserts.  They'd put a stop to him
being Rajah of Dang any more.  There, I've no time to stop gossiping
with you."

"But when may I get up, Doctor?  It seems so absurd for me to be lying
here."

"That's what you think.  Well, there, I won't be hard on you.  If you
keep quiet now, and are as much better to-morrow as I found you to-day,
and you will promise to be very careful, I'll let you get up.  Now I
must go and see to that other ruffian."

"Peter Pegg?  But you are not keeping him in bed?"

"Oh no.  He didn't get it so badly as you."

"I say, Doctor, he's been hospital orderly before: send him to attend on
me."

The Doctor frowned, and hesitated.

"Oh, very well.  He might do that.  He was as mad as you are two days
ago, and wanted to go off with his company."

"Send him in at once, Doctor."

"For you two to talk too much?  There, I'll see."

A couple of hours later Peter Pegg entered Archie's quarters, looking
very hollow-cheeked and sallow, and displaying a head that had been
operated upon by the regimental barber till there was nothing more left
to cut off, and stood holding the door a little way open, and showing
his teeth in a happy grin.

"Ah, Pete!  I wanted you," cried Archie.

"Did you, sir?  Here I am, then.  Doctor says I am to do anything you
want, only you are not to talk."

"All right, Pete.  Then tell me, what's being done?"

"Three detachments is out, sir--one under Captain Down, one under Mr
Durham, another under old Tipsy."

"Yes?  Go on."

"They're a-scouring the country, sir; and I hope they'll make a clean
job of it."

"Yes, yes; but tell me everything."

"Ain't much to tell, sir; only one party's gone up the river in Sir
Charles's boat, and he's with them."

"Yes?"

"And another party's gone down the river to search Mr Rajah Hamet's
place."

"But I heard that he came up here and brought in my boat, and spread the
news of our being killed."

"Yes, sir; and the Major, when we came back, said he'd been gammoning
him, and that he must have been in the business."

"No, no," said Archie thoughtfully; "I'm sure the Major's wrong.  Well,
go on.  Which way has Captain Down gone?"

"He has gone along the road to the Rajah's palace, to take him prisoner
and make him give an account of himself."

"Right away in the jungle, along that elephant-track?  They have taken
tents, of course."

"I d'know, sir; but they've took possession of Mr Suleiman's two
helephants."

"Ah, capital!" said Archie.  "This is fresh news."

"Yes, sir; and I suppose Mr Suleiman will never get them again.  They
ought to be prize money.  We took them, sir.  My word, I should just
like to have the old Rajah!"

"Of course," said Archie contemptuously.  "Nice thing for a private
soldier!  A white elephant, Pete."

"Why, he's a blacky-grey 'un, sir.  Wish I could be his mahout."

"Stuff!  Where's Mr Durham gone?"

"Don't know, sir.  Private instructions.  Through the jungle somewhere,
I expect, so as to take Mr Suleiman in the rear.  But I say, sir, you
don't mean to be kept in horspittle, do you?"

"No, Pete; I'm to be up to-morrow."

"Hooray, sir!  I'm all right too--ready for anything.  Try and put in a
word for me."

"Of course, Pete."

"Thank you, sir.  You and me has had so much to do with this business
that they ought to let us go on in front over everything."

"We can't help it, Pete.  Soldiers must obey orders.  Still, there's one
thing: they can stick our bodies into hospital, but they can't stick our
hearts.  They go where we like.  Now, is there anything more you can
tell me about what's going on?"

"Can't recollect anything, sir.  But I shall pick up everything I can;
you may depend upon that.  I suppose you know, sir, that the Major's
chucking out the orders right and left, and it's all just as if we were
surrounded by the enemy."

"No, chuckle-head!  How could I know all that?  You mean, I suppose,
that the garrison is in a regular state of siege?"

"Yes, sir, that's it; only I couldn't put it like that.  Don't be waxy
with a poor private as old Tipsy says is the most wooden-headed chap in
the company."

"Now go on telling me."

"Sentries are doubled, sir, and the chaps says it's precious hard now we
are so short of men."

"Then they should draw in the lines," said Archie eagerly.

"Yes, sir; that's what they have done."

"Oh, of all the thick-headed--Here, I won't get cross, Pete.  But you do
make me wild.  Why didn't you tell me all this?"

"Too stupid, I suppose, sir.  But don't give me up.  I will try better
next time.  Want to ask me anything now, sir?"

"No.  Be off."

"You don't mean you are sacking me, do you, sir?" half-whimpered Peter.

"No-o-o-o!  Be off.  Go amongst the men and pick up every bit of news
you can, and don't shrink--"

"Not me, sir."

"And what you can't get from the men, ask any officer you meet."

"I say, Mister Archie, sir!"

"Say you are asking it for me."

"That's better, sir.  Then I'm off."

It was quite dark when Peter entered the room again, hurried to Archie's
bedside, and then stopped short.

"Fast asleep," he said to himself.  "Ought I to wake him?  Oughtn't I to
wake him?  Chance it.--Mister Archie, sir!  Asleep, sir?"

"What?  Yes--no!  Oh, it's you, Pete!"

"Jump up, sir.  You won't hurt," said the lad breathlessly.  "It's a
beautiful, hot night.  I've picked something up, and I've run up to tell
you.  Come to the window, sir, and look out."

Archie sprang out and followed Peter to the open window, from which they
had a full view of the landing-place, where lights were moving and their
bearers could be seen hurrying to and fro.

"What boat's that?"

"Resident's, sir.  I have come up to tell you."

"Yes--be smart!  Tell me what?"

"Sir Charles and his party have come back, sir."

"From the up-river expedition?"

"Yes, sir.  I got hold of one of the chaps who went with him."

"Well, go on; I'm burning to hear.  What have they found out?"

"He says, sir, that the Major did not want Sir Charles to go, and they
had words together.  He heard Sir Charles say the attack was made on the
boat up the river, as well you and me know, sir."

"Yes, Pete," said Archie, who was listening and watching the movements
of the boat at the same time.

"And that he felt sure Miss Heath must have been carried right
up-stream, and that they should find her in one of the campongs, or kept
shut up in some place belonging to the Rajah."

"Well, go on."

"And then the Major said, sir, to Sir Charles that they weren't quite
sure that the Rajah had done this, and that he should be obliged if Sir
Charles would stay, and let one of the officers go instead.  Then Sir
Charles says that he's morally sure that it was the Rajah's doing, and
that he feels he must go.  And then they went, and they've been right up
the river as far as they could get the big boat; and they landed over
and over again and searched the campongs and examined the people, who
all said they did not know anything about it, and looked stupid, as
these Malay chaps can look when they don't want to tell tales; and at
last Sir Charles had to give up, after he had been down with something
like sunstroke."

"Yes--go on quickly," said Archie.

"And he went onsensible like, and there was nothing else they could do
but bring him back."

"And they brought him back ill?"

"Yes, sir; and those chaps you can see there with the lanterns are
coming back from carrying him up to the Residency."

"Poor chap!  Poor fellow!" said Archie.  "Well, go on."

"That's all, sir.  Don't you see they're tying the boat up for the
night?  I thought you would be satisfied if I picked up something."

"Too much this time, Pete," said Archie sadly.

"Too much, sir?"

"Yes.  It's all bad."

"But you said I was to bring everything, sir."

"Yes, yes; that's quite right.  But it is so disheartening.  They must
have taken her up somewhere; for aught we know, poor girl! she may be a
prisoner somewhere in one of the places near that elephant-shed."

"Near what elephant-shed, sir?" said Peter rather vacantly.

"Why, where we were prisoners."

"Oh no, sir.  Didn't I get out that night and go and look everywhere?"

"No.  There might have been scores of other buildings up there.  You
couldn't have seen much."

"No, sir, I didn't.  It was so dark, and there was that tiger."

"Here, I've got leave to be up to-morrow, and I must see what I can do."

"Don't think you could have done any more than I did, sir, that night."

"I know that, Pete; but I want to be trying now all the same.  Here, I
know; I'll get the Major's permission to go up and join Sergeant Ripsy
and make a better search up there."

"Spite of the tigers, sir?"

"In spite of ten tigers, Pete, for I shall have men with me, and
rifles."

"Think old Tipsy will like it, sir?"

"I think Sergeant Ripsy is a stern old British soldier who would do his
duty, Pete."

"Well, yes, sir.  He's a hard nut, but he's all that you say.  I'd
rather be under anybody else, but you talk about ten tigers: I'd go
under ten Sergeant Tipsys if it was to bring Miss Minnie back."

"I know you would, Pete.  And poor Sir Charles was knocked over by the
fever?"

"Sunstroke, sir."

"Well, sunstroke.  He's _hors de combat_, and we want to take his
place."

The next day Archie signalised his permission to be about by asking for
an interview with his commanding officer, who congratulated him warmly,
and then replied to his request with an imperative:

"No!  Quite out of the question, sir.  I have weakened my force too much
as it is, and I cannot spare another man."

"Horribly disappointing," said Archie to himself as he came away--"but
he did call me _man_!"



CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

A DESPATCH.

Archie Maine had been round visiting posts in the faint hope of picking
up some fresh news from the men, after the hurried mess dinner, glad to
get out into the comparatively cool, soft night air; for the Major had
sat in his place, hardly speaking a word to any one present, and for the
most part with lowered brows, deep in thought.

The night was as beautiful as ever; the brilliant stars that spangled
the sky looked twice as large as those at home, and the reflections,
blurred by the motion of the river, seemed larger still.  The fire-flies
sparkled in every bush, and the distant cries of the jungle floated
softly on the night air.  But everything seemed to bring up thoughts of
trouble and misfortune.  The native messengers sent in from the
search-parties brought no good tidings, and to the lad, still suffering
to some extent from his injury, everything seemed to suggest despair.

"I can't help it," he said to himself.  "I'm sure I'm strong enough.
I'll go round by the Doctor's and beg and pray him to tell the Major
that I might very well go to the front, if it's only to join old Ripsy.
I might be of some help to him.  Yes, Pete ought to go with me.  We know
more about the part there by the elephant-stables, and with him and his
men we could follow up some of the paths where poor Pete dared not go."

On the impulse of the moment he turned back and made for the mess-room,
to try there first, though half in doubt as to whether he might find
that his chief had gone back to his own quarters, where he was now prone
to shut himself in.

The lad had been sauntering very slowly and doubtfully before.  Now he
quickened his pace as he thought over his adventures when a prisoner in
the elephant-stable; and as he recalled watching the going to and fro of
the elephants, he felt more than ever that he ought to be there helping
the surly old Sergeant.

"Not gone," he said, as he came into sight of the open window of the
mess-room, where the shaded lamp was casting down its light upon the
stern-looking, grey head of the old officer, who had a paper lying
before him, which he was scanning, while just at the other side of the
table the lad could see the swarthy countenance of a native, whom he
recognised at once as one of the followers of the regiment.

Archie's heart began to beat fast, for he grasped the fact at once.
This was evidently the bearer of a despatch from one of the detachments,
for a private was standing in the shade resting his piece on the floor,
after bringing in the man handed over to him by a sentry.

As Archie passed into the veranda the Major heard his step and looked
up.

"Who's that?" he said.

"Maine, sir."

"Oh, just right.  Come here.  You may as well know.  This is a rough
scribble from Sergeant Ripsy."

"Good news, sir?" burst out Archie sharply.

"Not likely, my lad--no.  He writes of his safe arrival at what he calls
the elephant-pens, and as a matter of course too late.  The place is
quite deserted--not a man there--and the elephants have all been driven
off.  But he adds that he is following up the trail as well as he can,
and that it is very hard to trace, because the great animals always step
into the old tracks, and you can't tell which are the new; but that he
means to follow them until he comes up to where they have been driven.
There, I have no more to say."

Archie, seeing that his presence was not needed, stepped out into the
darkness again, walking some minutes without any definite aim, till,
finding himself near the Doctor's bungalow, he thought he would call in
there and give him the news, such as it was.

But as he neared the gateway and saw through one of the open windows a
bent figure just shown up by the lighted lamp, his heart failed him, for
thoughts full of memories of the past came to him with a rush; and he
stepped on, when, just as he was at the end of the creeper-burdened
bamboo fence, a gruff voice exclaimed:

"Who's that?  You, Maine?"

"Yes, sir."

"What is it?  Want me?"

"No, sir.  I was only just going by."

"Humph!  That's a sign you're better.  Why didn't you call in?"

"I hadn't the heart, sir.  I could see Mrs Morley sitting there with
her head resting in her hand, and it set me thinking, sir."

"Good lad!  Yes, of course.  But she'd have taken it kindly, my lad, if
you had dropped in to see her now that she is in such trouble."

"But I was afraid she would think I had brought some news, sir, and then
she would have been disappointed."

"No, boy.  She and I are both getting hardened to trouble now.  We have
pretty well given up hoping for anything good.  There, come in, my lad."

He laid his hand on Archie's shoulder, and they walked into the house
together, Mrs Morley startling the visitor as he noted how thin and
old-looking she had grown.

"Ah, Archie," she said, as he saw by the lamp that the tears had started
into her eyes, "I am so glad to see you--so much better, too.  But--"

She turned quickly away, tearing her handkerchief from her pocket, and
the next minute she would have thrown herself sobbing in a chair but for
the entrance of one of the native maids, who in her broken English
announced that there were two people wanting to see the Doctor.

"Not the proper time for them to come," said that gentleman.  "Who are
they?  People who have been here before?"

"Yes, sahib," said the girl.  "It is Dula, with her husband."

"Child bad again!" muttered the Doctor.  "Where are they?  In my room?"

"Yes, sahib."

"Don't go away, Archie.  Stop and talk to the wife till I come back."

The Doctor passed out of the room, and Mrs Morley turned to Archie, to
say imploringly:

"Have you brought any news?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing--nothing?" she cried, in a tone of voice which made the lad
feel almost ready to reproach himself for being alive and well when his
companion whom he had taken light-hearted and merry from that very room,
so short a time before, was--where?

"Here, Maria--Archie!" came in a sharp tone of voice which made them
both start.  "Here--quick!"

There was only a little lamp, which gave forth a faint light, upon the
table of the Doctor's surgery and consulting-room, but it threw up the
figure of a slight, graceful-looking native woman and a tall, fierce
Malay; and, jumping at conclusions, Archie judged by the man's bandaged
head that he had been wounded, and that his companion had brought him to
the Doctor for help.

The Doctor sprang from his seat as his wife entered, drew his chair on
one side, and thrust her in.

"Now, be calm, my dear.  Be a woman!  You know these people?"

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Mrs Morley in agitated tones, as the woman
stepped forward, to go down on one knee and kiss her hand, while the man
muttered something and then drew himself up rigidly.

"And you think we can trust--depend upon what they say?" continued the
Doctor, with his voice quivering.

"Yes.  Speak!  Tell me, what is it?" cried Mrs Morley excitedly.

"Well, be calm, then.  Be quite calm and firm, as I am.  Minnie is alive
and safe."

"Ah!" ejaculated Mrs Morley, as she sank back and buried her face in
her hands; while the woman now fell upon her knees, catching up Mrs
Morley's dress and holding it to her lips as if to choke back her sobs.

"And I told you to be firm," said the Doctor pettishly.  "This man has
escaped from up-country somewhere--I don't know the confounded place's
name.  He was overtaken and wounded by some of Rajah Suleiman's people,
so that he shouldn't tell tales, I suppose.  But he says he can show us
where the young English lady has been kept a prisoner, and that she is
quite safe.--Isn't that so?" he added, turning to the man.

The Malay stared, muttered something, and then turned to look
appealingly at his wife.

"Oh, of course!  You didn't tell me; it was she.  Let's see.  You are
the man that came to me months ago for--" The Doctor finished in
pantomime by making believe to take hold of his own jaw, apply a key,
and wrench out a tooth.

The man smiled and nodded, and the Doctor added a few words in the Malay
tongue; while the woman now sprang up and began to talk volubly in her
own language, uttering short, sharp sentences, which the Doctor
punctuated with nods and:

"Yes--yes--I see--I see--exactly.  But, hang it all, my good woman!" he
exclaimed in English, "don't talk so fast.  I only know a smattering of
your tongue.--She puzzles me, my dear.  It's all tongue.--Who the
British Dickens wants to know that your little one is quite well again
and strong, at a time like this?"

He spoke again in Malay, and the woman nodded and began to gesticulate
again, in company with a fresh flow of words.

"Yes, yes, yes," said the Doctor; "I am very glad, of course.--Now, my
dear, this is not like you," he continued.  "Remember you are a doctor's
wife.--Did you ever see such a woman, Archie?"

"Never, Doctor," replied the lad, coming forward out of the darkness to
take Mrs Morley's hand and kiss it.

"There, I am quite firm now, Henry," said Mrs Morley; and drawing the
native woman towards her, she kissed Dula on both cheeks.

"Now let's have a few quiet words together," said the Doctor.--"No, no,
Archie; what are you going to do?"

"I thought I ought to go and tell the Major, sir, at once."

"Not yet.  Wait a bit, my lad.  We must have a consultation here.  I
feel as you do, my dear boy; I want to rush back with these people at
once.  But this is a ticklish affair, and we must do nothing rashly.
You see, we have learned this.  It's been a bad case, and we must run no
risks.  We have learned this--for certain now.  It was Suleiman's men
who carried Minnie off and nearly killed you, and, with all the native
cunning, he sent his people here to fetch me to doctor him for his
so-called tiger scratch.  By Abernethy! if I'd known, I'd have poisoned
it so that it wouldn't have got well for a year.--No, I wouldn't," he
grunted.  "I am getting a tongue as bad as that woman's.  But steady,
steady!  We know for certain that he carried her off; and this man,
being a fisherman, has been living at a spot up the river where our poor
darling has been taken and kept hidden.  And just think of it, Archie:
how clever a blackguard needs to be when he's going to do anything
wrong!  Talk about Fate!  See how busy the old girl has been here!  The
blackguard, with all his crafty cunning, hides her somewhere close to
the place where two of my best patients live, and they have had an eye
upon her ever since, and just when we were in our most despairing time
come and tell us of her fate."

"Yes, sir; and now--"

"Stop a minute, my boy.  I just wanted to say to you, I am ready to draw
the teeth of all the Malays in the district without fee, and I am
prepared to say that some of them are as grateful as we can be
ourselves."

"Yes," cried Archie; "but business is business."

"Thank you, boy; thank you for pulling me up.  I can't help it just now.
Poor Minnie is to me just as dear as if she were my own child, and I am
quite overturned--hysterical as a woman, more shame for me!  Here, it
was only the other day you came whining to me about being all wrong
because you are such a boy.  You said you thought you were not as you
should be--that you wanted to be a man.  Didn't I tell you, sir, to
wait--that all you wanted was a little real trouble, and that it would
come fast enough and make a man of you?  Well, do you feel like a man
now?"

"No, sir, not quite; but I feel man enough to start to-night as one of a
strong party to go and rescue Minnie Heath, even if we die in doing the
good work."

"Well said, my lad; and I'll go with you, and you sha'n't die, any of
you, if I know anything of wounds.  There, I'm pulled up now, and ready
for anything.--Maria, my dear, see to these people--rest and
refreshment, anything they want--while I'm gone; and you can set the
girl to work talking to this Dula here.  Make her your interpreter.--As
for you--here, I know what you'll like."

The Doctor took a cigar-box from the shelf, snatched out three or four,
pressed them into the fisherman's hand, and then almost dragged him out
into the veranda, where he thrust him into a cane chair and gave him a
light.  "One moment, Archie;" and he spoke to the man, who was smiling
up at him.  "That's right, Archie; they came in a boat.  Come along up
to the Residency.--No; I'll go there.  You run on to the Major and ask
for orders.  He'll find us a little detachment to take with us in the
Resident's boat.  This means good business, my lad, for we have found
out the real seat of the disease."



CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.

THE MAGAZINE.

"You don't say so, my lad!  A Malay and his wife who have been patients
of the Doctor bringing in such news as that!  Why, it's grand!  Poor,
dear girl!  Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, what she must have suffered!
Well, Mr Rajah Suleiman will have to pay for it.  Morley says he
believes in these people.  Not some trap, is it?"

"He feels sure not, sir.  The people are grateful to him for all he has
done for them.  Oh, I am certain it is genuine, sir."

"Don't be too sure, my lad.  These people can't help looking upon us as
their enemies, and they are as treacherous as they are high.  Look at
this Suleiman.  I have been trusting him.  I looked upon him as a
sensual brute, but it was so much to his advantage to be friendly.  The
fool!  He's given his country away.  He will be either shot or made
prisoner, and then another Rajah who is friendly to us will reign in his
stead."

"Rajah Hamet, sir?"

"No," said the Major shortly.  "And look here, young fellow, don't you
mention him to me again.  He's your friend, and you have a strong bias
towards him."

"I can't help believing in him, sir."

"Then you must, sir, as a British officer, working for your country's
good.  I presume you don't know that I have it on trustworthy authority
that Rajah Hamet has been for some little time past strengthening his
position and gathering his men, like the savage he is, to go out on the
war-path?  And all the time he has been educated in England!  A young
fool!  Well, this news is splendid, but it comes at a horrible time.
Here is Suleiman hanging about, dodging our men; Hamet in all
probability waiting for us to be in a dilemma, and then he will come
down; and my little force here depleted till we are as weak as weak.  I
ought to say I can't spare a man.  I feel it's my duty to refuse to send
an expedition to save that poor girl.  It means sending up a couple of
boats with not less than twenty men, for Suleiman is sure to have a
certain number of the brutes in charge of the place.  But of course it
must be done, and they must start at once.  Where's the Doctor?"

"Gone on to the Residency, sir."

"Yes.  And I want Sir Charles.  Send a man to ask him to step here.--No;
go yourself--save time."

Archie was making for the door, when steps and voices were heard, and
the Resident hurried in, closely followed by Dr Morley.

"You have heard this news, Knowle?"

"Yes; everything."

"And you will send a party of men at once?" said the Resident in a
half-suffocated voice.

"Directly we can man the boats."

"Ah!" exclaimed the Resident, sinking into a chair, with his hand to his
breast.

"But you are not fit to go with them."

The Resident smiled faintly and made a gesticulation.

"It's no use to waste words, Knowle," said the Doctor.  "I know better
than you what he can stand, and I have told him it is madness to think
of it."

"Yes; and I am going to be mad," said the Resident bitterly.  "If you
have not given your instructions already, sir, pray do so at once.  At
all costs I must go."

The Major shrugged his shoulders.

"I want two boats," he said.  "I am going to take yours, of course.  But
one of my difficulties is, who is to take charge of the expedition?"

Archie started, and his lips parted to speak.

"I shall take charge of it," said the Resident.

"Very well.--You are not fit to go, Maine?" said the Major.

"Oh yes, sir," cried Archie eagerly.

"No, sir," cried the Major; and the subaltern's brow puckered up in his
disappointment.  "And I can't spare you," continued the Major.  "But
under the circumstances I must, for I can spare no one else.  Of course
there will be a sergeant and a corporal--and a nice state we shall be
left in here!--You, Dallas, take my advice.  If you really mean to go,
leave all the preparations to the Doctor.  But really I think you had
better let him go in your place."

"Yes," said the Doctor; "and it is my duty to my child."

Sir Charles made an angry movement, and the Major was about to issue his
orders, when he sprang from his seat, for a rifle-shot rang out on the
still night.

"What does that mean?" exclaimed Sir Charles.

There was another shot, followed by another and another.

"Attack, and in force;" cried the Major, crossing to the side of the
room, to catch up hurriedly his sword and belt; and he was busy buckling
the latter as the bugle rang out the assembly.

By the time he was out in the front the sentries were being driven in,
and announced that the Malays were advancing in force; and almost
immediately two of the men hurried out of the darkness supporting one of
their comrades, who was bleeding profusely from a spear-wound, the
weapon thrown by one of the attacking Malays being carried by a
fellow-soldier.

The men turned out without the slightest confusion, and fell into their
places under the direction of the officers remaining for the defence of
the cantonments, and so well had the arrangements been previously
planned out that the rush of the advancing enemy from three sides of the
cantonments was temporarily checked by the steady fire of the defenders;
but not before two more of the sentries had been carried into the
mess-room, where the Major, hurrying in to see what was being done,
found the Doctor in his shirt-sleeves busily attending to the men's
wounds.

"Oh, there you are, Major!" he said, speaking with a strip of bandage in
his mouth.  "This looks like my taking command of the expedition,
doesn't it?"

"Yes.  Impossible," said the Major.  "The brutes are coming on in
numbers, and much as I regret what you must feel, I am only too thankful
that your party has not started.  But there, you see I can do nothing
until we have driven these scoundrels back, and then--we shall see."

"Yes, I know," grumbled the Doctor.--"You can take hold of one end of
that bandage yourself, my lad.  That's right.  Nasty cut; but you are
not going to lose the number of your mess this time."

"Oh no, sir!" said the wounded man excitedly.  "Tight as you can,
please, sir.  I think I can go back to the firing-line, and--ah!"

"I don't," said the Doctor grimly.  "Poor lad--talk about British
pluck!"

"Not a bad wound, is it?"

"Quite bad enough," said the Doctor.  "An inch lower, sir--"

"Yes, I know," said the Major, as the firing increased.  "Why, they've
got muskets!  There, Doctor, I felt that I must speak to you, and I am
afraid you are going to have your hands pretty full."

"But you should keep your men more under cover, sir," said the Doctor
pettishly.  "Look!  They are bringing in two more."

"Under cover!" said the Major angrily.  "Every fence, wall, and
breast-work is occupied, and the men are holding the Residency according
to orders.  These poor fellows were speared at their posts."

The Major hurried out, to busy himself with seeing that the various
occupants of the place were provided with shelter in the officers'
quarters and the other buildings of the cantonments, the upper windows
of which were occupied by the little force, with instructions to retire
to the Residency, which was so situated that it would lend itself well
to being treated as a sort of citadel in case they should prove to be
hard pressed.

Fortunately for the defenders, as the night advanced the smoke from the
firing hung low, prevented as it was from rising by a gathering river
mist; and as not a light was shown in either of the buildings, the
firing of the Malays from the sheltering trees and cultivated gardens of
the station had little effect, while of the many spears that were thrown
after the first attack was made, hardly one found a victim.

The men, in obedience to orders, were now firing only from time to time
at the sheltering Malays, who kept on creeping up to hurl a spear in at
a dimly seen open window, more than one not being sharp enough in
jumping back, for his activity was checked by a bullet which sent him
tottering for a few yards before falling heavily with a groan.

This had the effect of bringing the flash and heavy, dull report of the
old, cast-off military muskets which the Malays were using; and as these
weapons flashed, the defenders of the various buildings seized the
opportunity to return the fire, guessing at the enemy's position by the
light.

Just about this time, when a loud yelling from the direction of the
river suggested that a fresh party of the enemy were landing from boats,
a dimly seen officer hurried through the darkness to one of the upper
rooms.

"Who's in here?" he cried angrily.

"Me, sir--Smithers, sir."

"You are wasting your cartridges."

"Am I, sir?"

"Yes.  Wait till we get some daylight, unless you can make sure of your
man."

"All right, Mr Maine, sir.  It is you, isn't it?  I was getting a bit
excited-like.  One moment, sir: have you seen my missus?"

"Your wife?  No.  Why?"

"She telled me she was coming up to help the Doctor."

"Oh, nonsense!  She ought to be with the women.  I will tell her if I
see her.--There, look," whispered Archie--"to your left!  There are
half-a-dozen fellows at least creeping through that patch of fog."

"They look big 'uns, too, sir," whispered the man excitedly, as the
indistinct figures were magnified by the mist.  "Would it be waste of
cartridges, sir, to get two in a line and let go?"

"No.  Fire!"

_Crock_ went the rifle, and the figures that had loomed up seemed to
melt away.  But as soon as the rifle had flashed there was the _fad,
fad, fad_ of hurried steps, something whizzed in at the window, and with
a dull thud a spear stuck in the floor of the room.

_Crack, crack_ came from Archie's revolver as he fired it twice in the
direction of the spear-thrower, an answering yell suggesting that one of
the shots had had effect.

"There, keep a sharp lookout, and only fire when you are sure," said
Archie as he made for the door, striking against the bamboo shaft of the
spear.  "This didn't graze you, did it, Smithers?"

"No, sir.  I was afraid you had got a touch by your whipping out your
pistol so quickly.  But please, sir, don't tell my missus to go into
shelter.  She likes a job like this, and she's very useful with a basin
and sponge."

"All right; all right," replied Archie; and hurrying away, he took the
mess-room on his way to the post he was about to visit, and stepped to
where a faint light rose from behind a Japanese screen which shut off
one corner of the big room.

There he came upon the Doctor busy over one poor wounded fellow whose
head was resting upon the arm of a kneeling woman, who held a sponge in
the hand at liberty, while a great brass lotah of water was at her side.

"Very useful with basin and sponge," said Archie to himself, as he
smiled grimly.--"Can I do anything for you, Doctor?" he said.

"Not unless you have come to help, my lad."

"No, sir; I can't do that."

"Well, you can stop some of these scoundrels throwing these abominable
spears."

"Not till daylight, I'm afraid, sir; and I fear that this light will be
seen outside."

"Can't help it," said the Doctor.  "I can't play Blind-Man's Buff and
stitch up wounds without a lamp.  I want more help."

"Shall I ask Mrs Morley to come, sir?"

"My wife?  No.  She is busy with the women and children, and running off
now and then to give the poor fellows a drink of water.  Here, I know:
set some one to find that ragamuffin Pegg.  He'd be worth anything to me
now, for he's handy over this sort of thing."

"Yes, Doctor; but he's one of our best shots with a rifle, and the
Captain has posted him where he covers the river path."

"Oh, well, then, you can't spare him, of course.  But look here, Archie;
the wounded are being brought in too fast.  Tell the Major that I say
that he must blaze away a little to hold the enemy back."

"Do you want him to cut me down, sir?  He's in a furious temper."

"Enough to make him.  So am I.  I nearly stuck a lancet into Sir Charles
Dallas a few minutes ago for coming and worrying me about the
possibility of a party of men stealing off to one of the boats with him.
The madman!  All men are mad when they're in love.  Never you catch
that complaint."

"No, sir," said Archie.

"Well, I'm keeping you, my lad; but I'm glad of a minute's cessation
from this work.  There!  I think he will do now, duchess.--What do you
say?"

"Poor fellow!  You have done it all beautiful, sir," said Mrs Smithers,
smiling, as she passed a cool, wet sponge across the wounded man's
brows.

"There, off with you, Archie, my lad.  Keep out of danger."

"Of course, sir," was the reply.

"I mean it, for you have had more than your share of my attention
lately.  But I say, my lad; feel very boyish now?"

"If you tease me again about that, Doctor," said Archie, "I'll never
consult you again."

"Till next time," said the Doctor, with a chuckle.--"Great heavens!
what's that?"

_That_ was a tremendous puff of wind that knocked the Japanese screen
over against the wall, and sent Archie staggering so that he nearly fell
over one of the wounded men.  Then almost instantaneously came a
terrific roar as if a sudden burst of a tropical storm had followed the
flash of light which blazed through the lightly built place, the walls
of which had rocked, and seemed to be tottering to their fall.

"Anybody hurt?" panted the Doctor, his first thought being that he must
render aid.

"I--I don't know, sir," stammered Archie.

"Glad of it," said the Doctor.  "The worst storm I ever saw."

"Storm, sir?" said Archie.  "It's the magazine gone!"



CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

THE FLIGHT OF A LIM-BING.

It was no rash assertion.  The small erection that it had been the
Major's pride to erect by means of the men a short distance back and
just inside the jungle, and to which he had brought to bear all the
ingenuity he possessed, so as to ensure safety--sinking it deep in the
earth, protecting it by a _chevaux de frise_, and then thickly planting
the outside with a dense belt of the closest and most rapid-growing of
the jungle shrubs--had been levelled with the earth, and its framework
was now blazing furiously.

The first few moments after the explosion, it had seemed to the besieged
that defence now would be madness, and that nothing was left for them
but to throw themselves on the mercy of the Malays.  But that natural
desire of the Briton to make the best of things exemplified in the Latin
proverb _Nil desperandum_ soon began to assert itself.  A sergeant
suddenly shouted, "Look out there, my lads!  Want to see the place burnt
down?"  And first one and then another made a rush towards the different
buildings to pick or knock off fragments of burning wood and bright
embers, cast by the tremendous force and scattered by the powder, that
were beginning to threaten destruction on the roofs where they had
fallen.  The example set was quite sufficient for the rapid stamping out
of the fires.

Meanwhile the remains of the magazine were burning furiously, and though
the river was so near, it was no time for any attempt at checking the
fire's progress.

"Let it go, my lads," the Major had said, "and be ready to take cover
again, for we shall have the enemy back directly."

For, instead of taking advantage of the explosion and the temporary
bewilderment that had been caused to the besieged by the shock, the
Malays, utterly demoralised by the terrific roar, had to a man made for
the shelter of the jungle.

The silence that had succeeded the roar was intense.  Where, firing
their clumsy old muskets and increasing the noise by their savage yells
of defiance all round the cantonments, the Malays had been tearing about
and rushing from tree to tree, peace now reigned, while the snapping and
crackling of the burning wood, the deep-toned, half-whispered orders of
the officers, and the talking of the men seemed to sound unnaturally
loud.

In a short time now all risk of further spreading of the fire was at an
end, and the question arose, to be discussed by officers and non-coms,
as to whether, as the Malays seemed to have retreated, something should
not be done in the way of extinguishing the flames by bringing
entrenching tools to bear and smothering them out with earth.

"No," said the Major; "it will be useless toil.  Let it burn out."

"But the fire's getting brighter, sir," protested Archie.

"Well, sir," said the Major peevishly, "that's plain enough; you needn't
tell us that.  What then?"

"We shall be having the enemy back directly, sir, and all of us standing
out against the light as a mark for their spears."

"Tut, tut!" exclaimed the Major.  "How absurd!  I had not thought of
that.  But, all the same, the explosion seems to have completely scared
them away, for I don't hear a sound.  Do any of you?"

There was no reply.

"Yes," continued the Major sharply.--"Here, Sergeant; half-a-dozen men,
and spades.  Do the best you can to smother the flames.--The rest take
cover, for this can't last.  We shall have the enemy back directly."

The Major's _directly_ did not prove to be correct, and while a careful
watch was kept on the surrounding jungle and the little patches of fire
that were flickering here and there amongst the trees, where goodly
pieces of the woodwork had been cast by the explosion, a little meeting
was held to discuss their position and the consequences of the
catastrophe.

"You had all your ammunition stored there, had you not?" said the
Doctor.

"All but what was in the men's pouches," replied the Major.

"Then what do you mean to do?"

"Fix bayonets," said the Major quietly.

"And not surrender?" said the Resident.

"Not while we have any fight left in us, Sir Charles.  We have our women
to protect; and besides, there are the three detachments out in the
jungle.  I begin to think that this explosion will prove to be a
blessing in disguise, and act as a rallying-call to bring the men back
and take the enemy, if they come on again, in the rear."

"Yes, to be sure," said the Resident, who stood half-turned from his
companions in distress, and was gazing hard in the direction of the
river.

"Well, Sir Charles, I presume you agree with me that we must stand to
our guns--or, I should say, hold to our bayonets--till the very last?
Help may come at any hour now."

"Yes, certainly, sir," replied the Resident; "but I am afraid--"

"I wouldn't say so, sir," said the Major, with a bitter laugh.

"You know what I mean," said Sir Charles sternly.  "I fully expect that
we shall have another body of Malays, to join in the attack, from down
the river--I mean, the Rajah Hamet's men."

"Well," said the Major, "our little citadel will hold us all, and when
the last cartridges are fired we can make such a breast-work of bayonets
as I don't think, in spite of their spears, these Malay scoundrels will
pass."

"We shall do our best, I am sure," said the Resident quietly.  "But what
do you make of this explosion?"

"Ruin," said the Major bitterly.

"No, no; I mean, what could have caused it?  You have all your rules--no
fire is ever allowed to approach."

"Ah yes, to be sure," said the Major sharply, "what could have caused
it?" and he looked round from one to the other.  "I have been so wrapped
up in the consequences that it has never occurred to me to think of the
cause.  We could have no enemy within the camp."

"Look here," said Archie to the Doctor; "one of these fellows is coming
to say that the more they throw on earth the more the wood blazes up.--
What is it?" he continued, to the shovel-bearing private, who now joined
them, his streaming and blackened face showing plainly in the bright
light.

"We've just come upon a wounded man, sir."

"Why didn't you bring him in?" said Archie sharply.

"I don't mean only wounded, sir.  He's all black and burnt.  Seems as if
the blow-up had sent him ever so far away, and he's lying yonder amongst
the stripped trees."

"Eh?  What's that?" said the Major excitedly.  "Not one of my lads?"

"No, sir.  As far as I can make out by what's left of his clothes, he's
one of the enemy."

"One of the enemy!" cried the Major.  "Why, we are coming to the truth,
then.  No one of the enemy could have been there--unless--"

"Look here," said the Doctor in his busy way, "you said wounded man, my
lad?"

"Yes, sir; he's alive, for he moved when we touched him, and groaned.
But he's got it badly."

"Well," said the Doctor sharply, "a wounded man, whether he's one of
ourselves or an enemy, is all one to me;" and he walked with the rest,
after a glance or two in the direction of the silent forest, from which
the attack had come, towards the still blazing fire, where a little
group of the spade party was standing round a dark object lying at some
distance on the other side of the ruins of the magazine.

The party drew back a little to make way for their officers, and Archie
shuddered as he caught sight of the horribly blackened object before
them.

"A litter here," said the Doctor shortly.  "I will have him up into
hospital, but I'm afraid it's a hopeless case."

As the Doctor rose from one knee, something bright caught Archie's eye
and somehow brought to mind the gold bracelet he had seen the French
Count wear.  Then thought after thought flashed through his mind, as he
heard a deep, muttering groan, and the man who had brought the tidings
whispered to his young officer:

"That's the same as he did before, sir--just cried `Lo-lo-lo!' or
something like that."

"Why, Doctor," said Archie excitedly, "did you hear the rest--`_De
l'eau_'?  He was asking for water."

"Yes--for the love of Heaven! what does this mean?  He can't be a
Malay."

"No," said Archie excitedly.  "It's impossible to recognise him for
certain now, but I feel sure it's the Rajah's French friend."

"What!" said the Major excitedly.  "What could he have been doing here?"

"What could he have been doing here, sir, that night when Captain Down
and I were startled by hearing some one outside the veranda--some one
who must have been listening to you and Sir Charles when you were
talking together?"

"Here, I don't understand," said the Major petulantly.  "What could the
Rajah's friend have been doing here listening to our talk?"

"Playing the spy, sir, in his master's interest."

"Pooh!" said the Major angrily.  "This is no French friend of the
Rajah's.  He's a Malay.  That's a piece of a silk sarong clinging to his
waist, with a kris stuck in it."

"Yes, sir," said Archie; "but those are European trousers he's wearing
underneath, and--yes!" cried the lad, as he bent nearer and shrinkingly
touched the blackened wrist, just as a fresh flight of flame rose from
the ruined magazine--"I am certain that's the gold bracelet the Rajah's
friend used to wear.  It's got a French motto on it, which you could see
if you took it to the light.  But I know it by the shape, and I thought
that it was a silly bit of effeminate foppishness on the part of a man."

"Yes," said Sir Charles; "I remember thinking so too.  Why, the
scoundrel must have been in the pay of the Rajah, and played the spy
here to pretty good purpose.  I don't think you need search for the
cause of the magazine being exploded."

Further conversation was ended by the report of a musket, which served
as the signal for several more, all fired from beyond the parade-ground,
and doing no harm, though the _whiz_ and _phit_ of the bullets passed
close by, and could be heard striking against the nearest buildings.

"Cover," said the Major sharply.  "Never mind the fire now.  It will do
them as much harm as it does us, for we shall be able to see its glint
reflected in their eyes at the edge of the jungle.  Quick, every one--
cover!"

"Wait a minute, four of you," said the Doctor.  "I want my patient
carried in."

"Your what!" said the Major fiercely.  "The renegade who has dealt us
this cowardly blow?"

"I never ask questions about a man's character," said the Doctor
gruffly.  "If he wants a surgeon's help, that's character enough for me.
If I save his life, and you like to prove all this is true, and
court-martial him and shoot him afterwards, as a spy, that's not my
business, and I shall not interfere.--But look sharp, my lads.  These
big musket-balls are coming unpleasantly near, and they make very bad
wounds.  I can't afford to get one in me, for I am afraid you will want
your surgeon for some time to come."

It was a horrible task, but the four men who raised the injured man to
bear him in could not forbear a chuckle at the Doctor's remark.

But the order to take cover was none too soon, for the musket-bullets
were flying faster, fortunately without aim; and as shelter was reached
it became evident that the scare caused by the explosion had died out,
for by the light of the burning ruins the flash of a spear-head could be
seen every now and then at the jungle-edge, and as the enemy once more
gathered as if for a rush, their threatening yells grew plain.

"Well, young Maine," said the Major slowly, as he passed his hand over
his grizzled moustache just as Archie was going round from post to post,
"this seems rather hard for you."

"For me, sir?" said the lad, gazing at his commanding officer
wonderingly.

"Yes, because you are such a young fellow.  There, go on.  Don't let the
men waste a cartridge, for they must be made to last until one or the
other of our detachments comes in--I hope well supplied, for if they've
been using what they have, they will be in just as bad state as we are."

"Oh, they'll be coming in soon, sir," said Archie cheerily.

"I don't know.  I hope so, my lad, for everybody's sake; but it's tough
work getting through the jungle--and there, look at that!  These fellows
have plenty of pluck, or they wouldn't expose themselves as they do.  I
expect to find that we have very little more ball-cartridge.  Well, it
will be bayonet against spear, and if it were only equal sides I should
back our lads.  As it is, Maine, we must hope, and pray for our lads to
come in with a run.  Have you any idea what time it is, my lad?"

"No, sir.  But it can't be near morning yet."

"I suppose not.  There, let's go and see how the Doctor's getting on
with his new patient.  You are right, my lad; I am sure now.  You young
fellows jump at a thing directly.  We old fellows want a good deal of
thought over anything before we will accept it as a fact."

"Are you looking for anything, sir?" asked Archie, as the Major walked
close to the window and stood looking out.

"Yes, my lad; I was looking for morning, and I can't see it yet.--Why,
what--" The Major went heavily against the side of the window, as a
result of a violent thrust from Archie, who swung out his sword and
struck up the shaft of a spear with one cut, sending the spear to stick
into the upper framework of the window, his next stroke being delivered
with the pommel of his sword crash into the temple of a Malay who had
crept up in the darkness and made two thrusts at the gallant old
soldier, who said dryly, as one of his men made a thrust with his
bayonet and rendered the treacherous enemy _hors de combat_.

"That was very soldierly and smart, Maine.  They're as treacherous as
the great striped cats of their jungle.  Well, I suppose I ought to
thank you for saving my life, but we soldiers don't talk about this sort
of thing."



CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.

A STRANGE CONFESSION.

The Doctor was busy with his patients in the heat of the day, loosening
one poor fellow's bandage, and tightening another that an irritable
sufferer had worked loose; while Mrs Smithers was thoroughly proving
her ability at using basin and sponge over the brows of some poor,
fevered fellow whose pillow-less head rolled slowly from side to side.
Archie was taking the mess-room on his way to visit the chamber where
Peter Pegg was stationed, and from whose window an occasional shot rang
out from time to time, with the result of the gaudily robed Malay in a
smart, cavalry-like cap, who had drawn the shot, being seen no more.

"How am I, Mister Archie, sir?  Oh, it's rather hot here, sir," said
Mrs Smithers; and then, in response to a second: `Yes, old lady, or, I
should say, Madame la Duchesse'--"Now, please, sir, don't you get
calling me names too.  I don't mind from the Doctor, but it teases when
it comes from a young gent like you.  No, sir, I ain't cross, only a bit
worried by the flies.  They are terrible, and it's all due to its being
so hot."

"Yes, Mrs Smithers," said Archie meaningly.  "It is hot, and no
mistake.  But how beautiful and tidy you have got everything!"

"Well, it is a bit better, sir.  I have been collecting all the mats I
could find for the poor boys.  Do you hear any news, sir, of
reinforcements coming up?"

"Not yet, old lady."

"I do wish they'd come, sir; and oh, Mr Archie, can't I do anything for
you?"

"Me?  No!  I am not wounded."

"No, sir; but, oh dear, what a state you are in!  Some clean things
would be a blessing to you."

"Oh, wait a bit.  One's got something else to think about now.  Where's
the Doctor?"

"He was here just this minute, sir; and he's sure not to be long, for I
never see such a man for watching everybody who's in hospital.  There, I
thought so!  Here he is, with the mess water-can and a clean glass.  He
might have asked me to fetch some water if he wanted it.  But he always
will interfere with what's in my department."

"Hullo, Maine, my lad, you here!  You are just in time.  I've been
fetching a can of this clear, sparkling water for my poor fellows.  Look
sharp, for I can see several eyes looking at it hungrily--I mean
thirstily," he added quickly.

He filled the glass after the fashion of Dickens's butler, trying to
froth it up with a heading of sparkling beads.

"May I drink this, Doctor?" said Archie.

"Drink it?  Of course!  You are one of my patients still."

"Thanks.  But ladies first.--Here, Mrs Smithers; you look tired and
hot.  I will have the next glass."

"No, sir, please," said the woman firmly.  "You want it worse than I
do."

"Don't waste time," said the Doctor sternly.  "Drink the water, my lad."

The deliciously cool draught trickled down Archie's throat till the
bottom of the glass became top.

"De-licious," he said.

The Doctor took the glass, filled it, emptied it, smacked his lips, and
then refilled and handed it to Mrs Smithers.

"Your turn, nurse," he said.  "Then take the can and go all round, and
finish off by taking a glass up to the Frenchman."

"Ah, I was looking round, sir, for him," said Archie.

"Yes, I am getting too full here, my lad.  I have had him carried up to
that room where Pegg's on duty."

"Oh, I'm going there, sir, and I shall see him."

"One moment, Duchess; half a glass, please.  I feel like a volcanic
cinder.--As you say, my lad--de-licious," he continued, as he handed
back the glass.  "I am proud of that water, and so you ought to be."

"I am, Doctor."

"That's all due to me, sir.  When we first came--you know the Major's
way--`Nonsense,' he said.  `There will be three hundred idle men here
with nothing to do, and they can fetch as much water as we want for the
day's supply from the river.'  And I said, `No.  In a hot country like
this I want my men to have good, pure, sparkling well water, and not to
be forced to drink croc and campong drainage soup.  I want a thoroughly
good well dug by an engineering company.'  I got it, too, just when he
was red-hot over his idea for a magazine.  And now, sir, there's my
well, always full of that delicious spring water that will do the men
more good than any medicine I can exhibit; and where's his magazine?
You tell me that."

"If he were here, Doctor, he'd tell you that he'd rather have the
magazine intact than the well."

"Never mind.  I've got the water."

"Yes, Doctor.  But how's Mrs Morley?"

"Ah, poor dear soul!" replied the Doctor, and his eyes looked moist.
"Worked to death, thank goodness!"

"Thank goodness?" said Archie wonderingly.

"Yes, my lad.  It keeps her from thinking and fretting about Minnie.
I'll tell her you asked after her, my boy.  It will please her, for she
doesn't know what a reckless young scamp you are, and she always talks
of you as if you were her own boy.  Going?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"All right and square, my boy?  No shot or spear holes in you?"

"No, sir; I'm as sound as sound."

"That's right.  If you do get into any trouble, you know where I am; and
though I don't want you, you will be welcome to our mess--and a nice
mess we are in, eh, Archie?--Come, look sharp, you British soldiers, and
clear away all this scum."

"Only too glad, sir," said Archie, and he hurried away to have a few
words with the sentry who commanded the landing-place, and who was so
intent at the window, watching the edge of the jungle, that he did not
hear his visitor till he spoke.

"Got company, Mister Archie, sir?  Yes; that French chap.  Doctor said
if he was not brought up here where he'd be quiet he would go off sudden
like.  Not very cheerful company, for he's awful bad, and when he does
talk it's all in his _parly-voo, kesky say, pally wag bang_ lingo that
don't mean nothing as I can make out."

"Ah, poor fellow!  I suppose he's very bad."

"Oh, that's right, sir!  Poor fellow, and we are all very sorry for him
and much obliged because he was kind enough to come and blow all our
cartridges to Jericho, or elsewhere, as they say on the soldiers'
letters.  You stop here a little while, sir, and you will hear him begin
to jabber.  Talk about that mahout's _pa-ta-ta-ma-ta-ja-ja-ja_--this
chap goes twice as fast."

"Well, Pete, I can't stop talking to you.  I only wanted to take you in
my round.  Are you all right?"

"Right as a trivet, sir; only I am getting awful short of ammunition.  I
don't want to keep on potting these 'ere fellows, but somehow I took to
rifle-shooting.  There's some fun in hitting a mark at a distance, and
that's the only thing I ever got a kind word for from old Tipsy.  He
said I could shoot."

"Yes, you are a very good marksman, Pete; and that's why you are
stationed here."

"Yes, I suppose so, sir.  But 'tain't my fault that I'm a good marksman,
as you call it.  It come quite easy like.  I suppose it's good for us,
but it's very bad for these 'ere Malay chaps, and it does make me feel a
bit squirmy when one of them gives me a chance, and then it's _oracle,
phit_, and down he goes, and me loading again.  I don't want to shoot
them.  But then if I don't keep on knocking them over they'll knock us
over, and I've got such a kind of liking for PP that I'd sooner shoot
one of them than that they should shoot me.  Still, there is something a
bit queer about it."

"You are doing your duty, Pete, fighting for your country."

"I say, sir, that ain't quite right, is it?  Seems to me that I'm
fighting for these 'ere people's country."

"We needn't go into that, Pete.  You are doing your duty--fighting for
your comrades in defence of this station and the women and children."

"There he goes again, sir.  Just you listen.  It makes me wish I could
understand what he's saying."

Archie turned sharply, for from the part of the room where the Frenchman
was lying upon one of the mats Mrs Smithers had placed for him, with
another rolled-up to form his pillow, came the quick, excited utterance
of the terribly injured man.

He was delirious, and evidently in his wanderings was going over
something that had impressed him strongly, and almost at his first
utterances in his own tongue he attracted the subaltern to his side.

Archie was no good French scholar, but that tongue had formed part of
his studies at a public school, and he had been somewhat of a favourite
with the French master, who had encouraged his pupils in acquiring
French conversation by making them his companions in his country walks.

The sufferer's first utterance was an expression of anger at somebody
whom he was addressing, calling him an _imbecile_; and then Archie
pretty clearly gathered his meaning.  He was telling the man to be
careful, and to give him something so that he could do it himself.

"No," he said, "you don't understand.  I wish I could tell you in your
own tongue.  There, your hands are trembling; you are afraid.  You hate
these people, but not with the great hate I feel towards them, who am
their natural enemy.  There, give me the two bags.  Yes, it is bad
powder; not such as, if I had known, I might have brought from my own
country.  What is it?  You hear some one coming?  Lie down.  No one can
see us here, shut in behind these trees.  You are afraid they will
shoot?  Bah!  Let them!  They could not aim at us in this darkness.  Be
brave, as I am.  Recollect what I told you before we started to creep
here: if we fire, it will destroy all their ammunition.  They will be
defenceless, and it will be easy for your prince to slay and capture all
these wretched British usurpers of your prince's country.  And I shall
be the Rajah's great friend and counsellor, and make him great, so that
he will become a glorious prince and reign over a happy, contented
people.  There, you are not afraid now.  Your hand trembles, though.
Well, help me to pour out what is in this bag in a heap over that pile
of boxes.  Do not tremble so.  Nothing can hurt us now.  That is good.
Now stand there, behind those bushes, and tell me if you hear any of the
enemy coming.  That is good, and there is the good work done.  Quick!
Now the other bag.  My faith, how you tremble!  Now my hand--hold it
tight and lead me through the darkness back to the way we came--in
silence, so that the enemy shall not hear.  No, no--too fast!  Do you
not understand?  You must lead me so that I can pour the powder from the
bag as I walk backwards and lay the train."

The Frenchman ceased his utterance, and though Archie missed some of his
words, the scene that must have taken place in the darkness of the
jungle surrounding the magazine seemed to start out vividly and picture
itself before the listener's eyes.  Then the sufferer began to speak
again, in a low, quick, excited way.

"Ah!  Idiot!  Clumsy!  I could have done better without you.  Do you not
understand?  You have trampled over the careful train I have laid, and I
must scatter more, or the plan will fail.  Stay here till I come back to
you.--Curses!  He has gone.  What matter?  I can finish now.  That is
well.  There is plenty, and it cannot fail.  Now the matches.--Stop.  Is
the way clear?  I shall have time--and--yes, I can find my way as I did
before.  I was mad to bring that shivering idiot.  He has been in my way
all through.  But no; he did carry the bag, and the task that brings
ruin and destruction upon these English is nearly done.  Now--the
matches.  Ah!  Confusion!  The box must have been wet.  Now another;
then quick!  The moment the fire begins to run.  Confusion!  Is it that
the matches are wet?  No.  I am all in water, and the touch from my
fingers prevents the match from striking.  Now--ah, that is better.  But
hark!  Could the sentry have seen that?  No.  I am trembling like that
coward Malay.  Courage, my friend.  It is such a little thing to do.
But I must hasten, before the powder spoils upon the damp ground, where
everything drips with the heavy dew.  Courage, my friend--courage!  It
is such a little thing, and for the glory of my beautiful France, and
for my great revenge against these English and their officers, while my
prince will rule in peace, and--yes, my faith!  I shall rule him now.
Crack!  That match burns, and--_hiss_--the train begins to run, and so
must I.  Ah!  My faith!  I am going wrong.  These trees catch my feet
with their frightful tangle, and the light dazzles my eyes.  My faith!
My faith!  I am lost!"

So vivid seemed the picture that the listener's brow grew moist, and he
turned shuddering away, to see that Peter was watching him curiously;
and both lads started now as a wild cry of horror and despair arose from
the rough pallet on which the sufferer lay struggling feebly.

"I'd say as you would, Mister Archie, sir: `Poor beggar!' for he must be
feeling very bad with his burns; but he don't deserve it.  It was his
own doing.  Could you make out what he was talking about?"

"A great deal of it, Pete."

"What was he saying of, sir?"

"Poor wretch!  He's quite off his head.  He seemed to be talking about
how he tried to blow up the magazine."

"Said he was sorry for it, perhaps, sir?"

"No, Pete; I didn't catch that."

"Ah, well, he would be, sir, because he didn't get away fast enough.  A
chap who would do a thing like that wouldn't feel sorry for it if he
hadn't got caught.--I say, _pst_!  Look here, Mister Archie."

"What is it?"

"I was only just in time to catch sight of them.  Think of it!  I only
turned my head to talk to you, but two of them took advantage and crept
right close up behind that bush.  Can you see 'em?"

"No."

"Well, I can, sir, or think I can, because I saw them for a moment as
they dashed in.  You stand back from the window, sir.  There's only
shelter for one, and that's me."

"Are you going to fire?"

"Don't quite know, sir.  Depends on them.  They must have seen you when
you stood looking out before that Frenchman began to talk.  I could send
a shot right through the bush, and it might hit one of them; but then it
mightn't, and I should have wasted a cartridge.  I think I'll wait till
they come out to shoot or chuck a spear, and then I can be sure.  What
do you say?"

"That will be quite right, Pete; and I will go on now.  Why, Joe
Smithers ought to be able to spot any one hiding behind that bush.  I'll
go round by where he's posted and see."

"Ought to be able to see for hisself," grumbled Peter; and as Archie
turned to reach the door, unaware of the fact that he was exposing
himself a little, Peter raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired a
snap shot, just as simultaneously Archie started at the brushing by his
cheek of a spear which came through the window with a low trajectory and
stuck with a soft _thud_ into something at the far end of the room.

"Missed him!" said Peter in an angry, impatient way.  "No, I ain't.  It
was only chance it, though.  Ah!  Would you?"  For another spear flashed
through the window, making one of the young men duck down, while the
other started aside.

Then their eyes met in a curious look of horror, and for a few minutes
neither spoke.

"Think of that, now, Mister Archie!" said Peter, as his trembling
fingers were playing about the breech of his rifle.

"Horrible!" said Archie, as he recalled the confession to which he had
listened.

"Yes, sir; 'orrid, ain't it?  And that was a chance shot, too, though he
meant it for you.  I say, sir, he won't blow up no more magazines;" and
Peter made a great smudge across his moist forehead with his
powder-blackened hand.  For the second spear had found its billet in the
chest of the Frenchman, whose sufferings were at an end.



CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.

THE DOCTOR'S CARTRIDGES.

The position of the beleaguered occupants of the Residency grew worse
and worse.  There had been three different brief despatches from the
detachments, but the information conveyed was very small.  In each case
the commander announced that he was in full pursuit of the Rajah, who
had thrown off the mask and taken to the jungle; and after reading the
despatches over to the Resident the Major had uttered a grunt and said:

"One would think there were three Rajahs instead of one."

He had sent replies by native runners, urging upon his subordinates the
necessity for an immediate return, so as to strengthen the position of
the Residency, and stating that, from news that had come in, it was
evident that Rajah Hamet had also thrown off the mask and was waiting,
undoubtedly to make an attack in conjunction with Rajah Suleiman.

"We shall be hard pressed," he said emphatically, "and I must call upon
you to rally at once.  Sir Charles is sending a despatch to Singapore,
telling of the uneasy state of the native princes, and the sore straits
in which we find ourselves; but it will be some time before a messenger
can reach the Governor, and Suleiman's men are pressing me hard.  As you
well know, it must be many days before a gunboat can reach us here."

No reply reached headquarters, for, however wanting in generalship
Suleiman might have been, he took care that no messengers should pass
his people in either direction, and, in fact, the Major's appeal to his
officers never reached their hands, and the cunning Malays kept up the
appearance of being in full retreat, leading the detachments farther and
farther into the intricate mazes of the jungle.

Meanwhile it was not only the ammunition that was running out but the
provisions.  But there was an ample supply in the various stores of the
settlement, and these under ordinary circumstances would have been
largely supplemented at the little market held by the people of the
neighbouring campongs.  But after the attack by Suleiman's men not a
single native made his appearance, and, as was afterwards proved, no
Malay, save at the risk of losing his life, dared to approach the
military quarters.

"It seems so hard," said the Resident, "that after Dr Morley and I had
gone over the matter as we did respecting provisioning the place, we
should not have made other arrangements for warehousing our permanent
supplies.  I felt that, with a strong military force for the protection
of the storehouses, nothing more could be done."

"No; nobody blames you, Sir Charles, for no foresight could have seen
that the place would be denuded of troops, and that the enemy would
close us in so completely that no man could approach a ware or store
house without risking having a spear in his back."

"Ah," said the Doctor, "it's lucky for us all that I beat you, Major,
and got my well dug."

"Yes, Morley," said the Major sharply; "and no one's more glad than I
am.  But you needn't tell us all about it quite so often."

The Doctor chuckled, for in spite of the terrible demands that were made
upon him he was generally in pretty good spirits.

"Well, I won't say any more about it, but you military men, who get all
the honour and glory, might let your poor doctor have a little bit of
praise."

"Well, what's to be done?  We must have a couple or more sacks of that
Indian meal from the store to-day.  We cannot sit here and starve.  And
at the same time more of the necessaries of life, or what we have in
time come to consider necessaries, must be obtained for the women and
children."

"Yes," said the Doctor.  "My hands are full with dealing with the
wounded.  I can't have the poor, starving women coming into hospital to
be treated for exhaustion, and the children upon my hands dying like
flies."

"No," said the Major; "we must call for volunteers, Sir Charles, to cut
our way through the enemy to the store."

"No, no," said the Doctor; "I forbid that."

"Why?" said the Major angrily.

"Because it means half-a-dozen or a dozen more wounded men to crowd my
hospital."

"Hah!" ejaculated the Major.  "And I can't spare one."

"Then look here," said the Doctor; "call for your volunteers--or for one
volunteer at a time.  You see, with their cunning and subtlety they know
beforehand that we must be ready to do anything to get at the stores,
and consequently they keep the strictest watch, with spearmen ready to
let fly at any poor wretch who approaches either of the buildings."

"Yes, yes, we know that, Doctor," said the Resident peevishly.

"Then why don't you meet cunning with cunning?" replied the Doctor.
"Surely the Major can pick up some clever, sharp fellow who will crawl
in the darkness past the enemy's pickets and bring back something, if
it's only one sack of meal."

"That would be better than nothing, Doctor.--We'll try; eh, Major?"

"Of course; of course."

The little council of war was being held in the hottest part of the day,
when the attacking enemy seemed to have drawn off for a while amongst
the trees, and most of the beleaguered were grouped around in the shadow
of veranda and tree to listen to the discussion.

"Well," said the Resident, "I can't ask either of my native servants who
have been true to us to risk his life for us.  We should never see them
again, for the enemy would be sure to make an extra effort to spear
them."

"Quite out of the question, Sir Charles," said the Doctor.--"Now, Major,
we must look to you again.--What's that, Mrs Smithers?"

"I was only going to say, sir, that my Joe is a big, strong fellow, and
he'll volunteer to try and get a sack of flour to-night."

"Eh?  What's that?" cried the private.

"You heard what was said, Joe.  What do you mean by shaking your head
like that?"

"Oh, I'm not the right man," he said.  "I can carry my rifle, but I'm an
out-and-out bad one at carrying sacks."

"Nonsense, Joe," said his wife.  "You can do anything that a British
soldier can."

"Nay, missus," said Smithers; "'tain't in my way at all.  If it was my
officers wanted a stone jar of rack or a dozen of bottled ale, I might
manage 'em, but I'm nowhere with sacks."

"Never mind, then," said Mrs Smithers tartly; "I'll go myself."

"Nay, you won't," said Joe, shaking his head more hard than ever.--"I'll
go, gen'lemen.  She wants to be a widow, but I look to you, Doctor, not
to let her be if I come to quarters with a sack of meal pinned on to my
back with a spear."

That night Joe Smithers managed to crawl right round the outskirts of
the settlement, got into the store from the other side, and returned by
the same circuitous way with a sack of meal and such instructions to his
messmates that two more men started at once and foraged with a like
success.  But that was only a temporary alleviation of the troubles of
the beleaguered, and twice over, when off duty, Archie summoned Peter to
accompany him to the lower part of the river, where they succeeded, at
great risk, in wading off to a boat, fishing for three parts of the
night, and returning after very fair success.

Then came a day when the enemy had been more energetic than ever, and
three more of the Major's little force were carried into hospital
suffering badly from spear-wounds, and this just at a time when, in a
whisper, the announcement had gone round that there were very few
cartridges left.

The Doctor had just finished tending his men with the help of Mrs
Morley, for Joe Smithers's wife had broken down from being brought face
to face with her well-scolded husband, who was carried in by two
comrades and laid at her feet.

"Oh Joe," she cried, "how could you?"

"I didn't, missus.  It was one of them ugly, flat-nosed chaps, who
managed to put a spear into me; but I give him the bayonet in return.
But ain't you going to tie me up?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Joe dear!" she cried, hurrying to fetch her lotah and
sponge; while the Doctor came up from the other side, frowning severely,
and then making a dash to catch the unhappy woman and save her from
falling, for poor Mrs Smithers, the strong and never-tiring, had
fainted dead away for the first time in her life.  The consequence was
that the Doctor's wife stood by his side till the last dressing had been
applied, and then sat in the veranda to discuss with him a glass of his
favourite water and talk in a whisper about the perils of their
position.

"Yes," said the Doctor; "it's a very bad lookout, my dear.  I have seen
some bad times, but this is the worst of all, and you have no business
here."

"Why not, dear?" she said softly.

"Because our poor fellows are doing the best they can to protect us, but
at any moment one of these savage beasts might make a dash and send his
lim-bing flying and hit you."

"Isn't it just as risky for you, dear?" said Mrs Morley quietly.

"Oh, but I am a doctor, and doctors don't count."

"Nor doctors' wives," said Mrs Morley quietly.  "I shall stay.  Now,
tell me, isn't it very strange that neither of the detachments have made
their way back?"

"No, my dear.  They are right out in the jungle, and that explains
everything.  Perhaps they are being lured farther and farther on by the
Rajah; or perhaps," he added to himself, "the poor fellows have been
surrounded and speared.--Oh," he added aloud, "we may hear a bugle at
any moment, and see the lads come in with a dash.  Don't you bother your
head about military matters, but help me to bring the wounded round."

"I will, dear," said the poor woman quietly; "but tell me this--"

"Is it military?" said the Doctor.

"No, no, no, no.  I was only going to say, have any of the men seen
anything of that big fellow, Dula's husband?"

"No," said the Doctor.  "He and his wife disappeared during the attack,
didn't they?"

"Yes," said Mrs Morley.  "I'm afraid they lost their lives."

"Humph!  Maybe," said the Doctor.  "It is quite enough for them to be
seen here with us to bring upon them the enemy's spears.  But don't,
please, my dear--don't!  I've never said a word, but you know that I
have felt it as cruelly as you, and I would have done anything to have
gone up the river with those two people to try to bring back our poor
child."

"Yes, yes, I know; and I have tried, dear, to keep my sorrow to
myself.--Hush, hush!  Here's Archie Maine.  Not a word before him."

Mrs Morley held out her hand to the young man as he came up, and the
Doctor nodded shortly as he saw the lad's contracted, anxious face.

"Anything fresh, boy?" said the Doctor.

"No; only the old bad news: we are coming down to the last cartridge for
the rifles, and we officers have only too few for our revolvers."

"Well," said the Doctor, "you know what the Major said.  There are the
bayonets."

"Last cartridges," said Mrs Morley thoughtfully.

"Yes, my dear.  It's no use to hide anything from you.  The poor
fellows' pouches are pretty well empty."

"Oh, by the way," said Archie quickly, "those three poor fellows who
were just brought in--what about their pouches?"

"Oh, the bearers pretty well fought for them," said the Doctor bitterly,
"and divided the spoil.  Two men got one apiece, the other a couple."

"But, Henry dear," said the Doctor's wife, laying her hand upon his arm,
"what about your double rifle at home?"

"Double gun, my dear, and one barrel rifled.  I haven't done much
sporting with that lately.  I was to have a tiger-shoot.  But what do
you mean?  Do you want me to begin potting at the enemy?"

"No, dear; I was thinking about the cartridges."

"Yes, Doctor," cried Archie excitedly.  "You must have a lot of
cartridges."

"I had four boxes, my lad--two of shot, large and small, and two of
ball-cartridges for the tigers.  But I haven't the least idea where they
are."

"But I know, dear--on the store-room floor.  I put them there to be
dry."

"Good girl!  But they're no use for our men's rifles."

"The powder would be, Doctor," said Archie; "and you might let us have
the rifle for one of the men."

"Yes, of course," said the Doctor bitterly.  "But how are you going to
get them here?"

"Yes," said Archie thoughtfully; "how are we going to get them here?"

"Why, my lad," said the Doctor, "to reach the bungalow you would have to
go through a little forest of spears, and if our lads managed to cut you
out it would be only another patient for me to heal--if I could," he
added softly--"and the one we could least spare."

"Poor boy!" said Mrs Morley as Archie went slowly away.  "I wish I
hadn't mentioned the cartridges.  Surely he won't dream of trying to get
them?"

"Oh no; it's an impossibility.  He would never be so mad."

"I don't know," said Mrs Morley.  "After what has been done by the men
in volunteering to fetch in food, he will be offering to make some such
dreadful venture."

"Then he sha'n't," said the Doctor fiercely, "for I will make it my duty
to put the Major on his guard."



CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.

AFTER LAST POST.

Meanwhile Archie, faint with heat and weariness, had made his way slowly
to Peter, who was at his old post, doing double and quadruple duty as
the sentry who commanded the approach to the landing-place; and as
Archie entered the room he looked up eagerly.

"I was thinking about you, Mister Archie, sir."

"And I was thinking about you, Pete."

"Thank you, sir.  Have a drink, sir," he continued eagerly, pointing to
a brass lotah and a cocoa-nut shell.  "It's nice and fresh, sir.  Mother
Smithers only brought it up about two hours ago, because she said this
was the hottest place in the station; and it's splendid stuff, sir.
It's kept me awake many's the time, when I've felt as I must snooze."

Archie took the cup mechanically, filled it, and handed it to his man.

"After you, sir, please."

Archie raised the cup and drank.

"Don't it put you in mind, sir, of the stone jar and the
helephant-shed?"

"Yes, Pete.  Ah, it's rather warm, but very refreshing;" and he refilled
the cup and held it to the man.

"No news, I suppose, sir?"

"Yes, Pete.  More bad, of course; three more men down."

"Three, sir!  Well, I suppose we have all got to get a taste of them
spears, just have our dose, and--good luck to him!--the Doctor will set
us up again."

Archie was silent for a few moments.

"One of the men is poor Joe Smithers," he said at last.

"Joe Smithers!" cried Peter, letting his rifle fall into the hollow of
his arm.  "Joe Smithers!"

"I didn't know you cared for him so much, Pete," said Archie, as he saw
the big tears gathering in the lad's eyes.

"Oh, I liked him as a comrade, sir.  He's a good chap, and fought as
well as the best of them.  But it makes me feel ready to snivel, sir,
about old Mother Clean-shirts.  Why, it will about break her heart.
Why, she was here a couple of hours ago to bring me that drinking-water,
and looked as chirpy as ever.--Poor old girl!" continued Peter, as
Archie told him what had passed.  "It's a bad, bad job, sir; but we
soldiers has to chance it, for where there's a lot of bad there's always
a lot of good.  And look at that now!  Who's Joe Smithers as he should
have such a stroke of luck and have a nurse like that?"

There was silence for a few minutes, and the two lads sat gazing out of
the window.

"Extra quiet this afternoon, ain't they, sir?" said Peter.  "Think it
means that they are making up some fresh dodge to wake us up?"

"I don't know, Pete," said Archie sadly.  "You ought to be able to bring
that fellow down," he added, pointing.

"Yes, I could cripple him, easy, sir, though it is rather a long shot."

"Then why don't you fire?"

"Only got two cartridges left, sir," replied the lad, looking at the
speaker wistfully.

"Cartridges!" said Archie, starting.  "That's what I came to talk to you
about."

"Go it, then, sir, please, for there's nothing I should like better to
hear.--Hooray!" ejaculated Peter softly, as Archie related what had
occurred.  "Talk about corn in Egypt, sir!  Well, we must have them."

"The Major won't let us go, Pete."

"No, sir, I suppose not.  Says it's too risky."

The lad was silent for a few minutes, and then went on:

"Yes, 'tis a bit risky, sir, for the niggers are as thick as thieves all
down that way; but you and me always did like a lark with a bit of spice
in it--when we was boys; and that ain't much more than a month or two
ago, sir.  I should just like to get them cartridges; shouldn't you?"

"Yes, Pete, dearly; and it might be the saving of a good many lives."

"To be sure it would, sir."

"But it would be like acting in defiance of orders if we were to attempt
such a thing."

"Well, if you look at it like that, sir, I suppose it would.  And the
Major would never forgive us--if we didn't get them."

"No," said Archie, "But if we _did_."

"Yes, Pete, if we did he'd shut his eyes to our breach of orders."

"Well, sir, we always did like a bit of spice, as I said just now--just
a bit of risk over a lark; and this is only like a serious lark to do a
lot of good as well as giving us a bit of fun.  I'm game, sir, if you
are."

Archie was silent for a few moments, and then he said slowly:

"It's for the benefit of all, Pete.  With a couple of hundred
cartridges, even if half of them are small shot--"

"We could kick up such a row, sir, as would make the niggers think we
had no end of supplies.  Let's get them, sir."

"How, Pete?"

"Oh, that means you are on, sir.  How?  Well, that wants a
considering-cap and a little bit of thinkum-thinkum.  How?  Don't quite
see it yet, sir; but if you sets your mind on a thing, and comes to me--
it always did end in our seeing how to do it, and that's how it's going
to be now."  Peter began to whistle softly and then sing in a whisper
about--

  "Some talks of Alex-ander,
  And some of Hercules,
  Of Hector and Lysander,
  And such brave chaps as these.

"Here, I have got it, sir."

"Yes--how?" cried Archie.

"A boat, sir."

"Bother!  I have been thinking of boats and sampans and nagas and
gunboats, and all the rest of them.  How are we to do it with a boat?"

"Don't be waxy with me, Mister Archie, sir.  You are in such a hurry
with a chap.  I said boat."

"I know you did," said Archie gruffly.

"And then you chopped me off short, sir, when I was going to say--and
chance it."

"That's what you are always saying."

"That's true, sir; but you can't say but what it sometimes turns up
trumps."

"Well, go on.  What boat?"

"Any boat, sir.  Anybody's boat.  Why not smuggle the one we had when we
went fishing?"

"We can't do that again.  There's a fresh rumour that Rajah Hamet is
bringing his men up there; and we may have an attack from the lower
river at any time."

"Oh, that settles it, then," said Peter.  "We must have them cartridges
before those fresh reinforcements come.  All right, then, sir.  We must
creep round right away outside the camp, and get to the water-side half
a mile beyond the spot where I was on duty and hailed you that night.
There's sure to be boats up there."

"Very likely.  What then?  But if there are they will be anchored right
out in the river.  How are we to get one?"

"Swim," said Peter laconically.

"And the crocs?"

"Chance it," said Peter.

"Ugh!" ejaculated Archie.

"'Tain't tempting, sir, but I'm game.  Look here, Mister Archie,"
continued the lad; "they say British soldiers are odd fish--and so they
are--but bad as we want cartridges, ain't four hundred of them, all new,
and waiting to be used, at a time when every lad's pouch is empty, a big
enough bait to make any British soldier bite?  Come on, sir; chance it!"

"I will, Pete; and if one of those hideous reptiles takes me down--well,
I shall have died for my country."

"I won't, sir," said Peter fiercely, "but I'll die for him.  I mean, I
will disagree with him this 'ere way.  Of course I should leave my rifle
at home, but I should go that journey with a naked bayonet in my belt,
and it will go rather hard before he settles me if I don't find time to
put it into his fatigue-jacket here and there."

"Yes, Pete; and, as you say, we will chance it.  But when we have got
the boat, what then?"

"Lie quietly in the bottom, sir, and let it float down till we are off
the foot of the Doctor's garden, and then one of us will hold it ready
and drop down the anchor-stone or the grapnel, and there we are."

"But suppose some of the Malays are already in the house."

"No, we won't, sir.  We are not going to suppose anything of the kind.
We are going to chance it, sir."

"That's right, Pete.  When shall we start?"

"What do you say, sir?"

"I say to-night, directly after Last Post."

"Last Post it is, sir."

Peter had not lost the memory of differences of position, but he was
thinking of two men binding themselves upon a perilous compact that
might mean death to both, as he slowly stole forward a very dirty hand.

The young officer to whom it was extended on his part did not see in his
companion a private, but the brave, tried comrade, as he caught Peter's
powder-grimed hand in a warm grasp.

And Archie's hand was just as grubby.



CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.

A DARK EXPLOIT.

"It seems so stupid, Pete, going all this way round in the black
darkness to get at the bungalow, when ten minutes at the outside would
have taken us there."

"That's right, Mister Archie.  What was it--five hundred yards?"

"Somewhere about; but if we had tried to walk there, how far should we
have got before we had spears through us?"

"About five-and-twenty, sir, or thirty; and then we shouldn't have got
the cartridges.  But, I say, this is about the darkest dark night I ever
remember.  Glad I ain't on sentry-go.  Can you make out where we are?"

"Yes.  Can't you?"

"No, sir; we come such a long way round.  But as far as I can make out,
we are somewhere at the back of them big trees where they fed the
helephants on Sham-Fight Day."

"Yes, I think that's right," whispered Archie, as they knelt together
whispering.  "But let's get on; we must hit the river somewhere."

"Hope so, sir.  It will be softer than hitting your head against trees.
I did get a poke just now when I went down, and it has made my nose
bleed wonderful."

"How tiresome!  Let's get to the river, and the cold water will soon
stop it."

"All right, sir."

They had been creeping along for the most part on all fours for the past
hour since starting, so as to avoid friends and enemies, for they had
been expecting at any moment to hear a challenge from one of their own
outposts or receive a thrust from a Malay spear.  But so far success had
attended them, and Peter had just caught hold of his officer's arm to
whisper that he could smell the river, but he said instead:

"'Ware hawk, Mister Archie!"

And the next moment there was a rush of feet, a rough-and-tumble
scuffle, the sound of blows, and Archie was down on his knees, panting
and trying hard to get his breath silently so that he should not be
heard.

"It's all over," he thought, "unless I can do it myself.  Poor old Pete!
I wonder where he is."

He crouched a little lower as he heard the rustling of bushes a short
distance away, and he did not stir till the sounds died out, when,
guessing more than knowing where the river was, he made a slight
movement, and felt himself seized by the throat.

"You stir, and--"

"That you, Pete?"

"Mister Archie!  My!  You have done me good!  Let's lie down, put our
heads together, and whisper.  There were three of them, I think, and one
may have stopped back."

"It was our fellows, wasn't it?"

"Yes, sir; and I know who one of them was.  Didn't you get a crack on
the back?"

"Yes.  Drove me forward on my face.  I think it was done with a
rifle-butt."

"That was it, sir.  You know who it was--Scotch Mac.  He always says
`Hech' when he hits out."

"Yes, of course."

"Well, wait a bit, sir.  Some day I'll pay him back.  I'll make him say
`Hech' out louder.  Hurt you much, sir?"

"Only made my arm feel a bit numb.  Stop a minute and listen.  What's
that?"

"A splash!"

"Some one rowing?"

"Croc, perhaps, sir, with his tail."

"Then we are close to the river."

"Splendid, Mister Archie!  Then it's going to be easy, after all."

At the end of a few cautiously taken paces the two lads found their
progress arrested by bushes, and they stopped short, trying hard to
pierce the gloom; but it seemed darker than ever.

"Can you tell where we are, Pete?" whispered Archie, with his lips close
to his companion's ear.

"No, sir; but take care, or we shall step right off the bank into the
water somewhere.  Think I might strike a match, sir, and chuck it before
us?"

"No.  If you do we shall be having a spear this time instead of a
rifle-butt."

"Right, sir; but I don't see how we are going to find a boat unless we
wade in and chance it."

"Let's get on, and creep through the bushes.  It may seem a little
lighter close to the water's edge."

Hand-in-hand they pressed on, the bushes brushing their faces but
yielding easily for a few minutes, and then, as if moved by one impulse,
they checked an ejaculation and stood staring straight before them, for
all at once a bush they had reached sent forth a little scintillation of
light, and as Peter struck out with one hand, he started a fresh sparkle
of tiny little lights, as a flight of fire-flies flashed out for a
moment, and left the surroundings blacker than ever.

"That's done it, sir," whispered Peter.  "I saw two quite plain."

"I saw quite fifty, Pete," whispered back Archie.

"Boats, sir!  Stuff--fire-flies!"

"Do you mean to say that you saw boats?"

"That's right, sir.  Just a glimpse--tied up, not half-a-dozen yards out
in the river.  Come on, sir; I'll lead; only keep hold of hands and be
ready to step down into the water.  These bushes hang quite over, you
know how.  Ready, sir?"

"Yes."

"Then come on."

Two or three cautious steps were taken, which disturbed the occupants of
one of the clumps of low growth, which sparkled vividly as the nocturnal
insects were disturbed, and then the two adventurers were standing
breathing hard, hip-deep in the cool water which was flowing by them.

"Hear anything, Pete?"

"Only the ripple-pipple of the water, sir.  You see the boats this
time?"

"Yes, for a moment, quite plainly, away to your left."

"We can reach them easy, sir; but it will get deeper.  You must be ready
to swim.  Say the word, sir, and I will lead."

"No, no; I'll go first."

"That's wasting time, sir."

"Right.  Go on."

The words had hardly passed the subaltern's lips when he felt a sudden
snatch and a wallow in the water as if Peter had stepped out of his
depth; but the lad recovered himself directly and stood firm, panting.

"All right, sir," he whispered.  "Bay'nets!"

In his excitement Archie had forgotten the crocodiles, and he now tore
the sharp, triangular blade from his belt, his imagination turning the
ripple and plap of water against the nearest boat into the movement of
an advancing reptile.

But all the time, short as it was, Peter, with extended arm, was moving
sideways in the direction where the boats had been seen, with the
bayonet-holding hand stretched out in the direction of his goal, the
other clutching Archie's left with a force that seemed crushing to the
owner's fingers.

Step after step was taken sideways, with the water each minute growing
deeper, and as they passed quite clear of the bushes they had left, the
water pressed more and more strongly against their breasts, so that they
could hardly keep their feet; while as the darkness above the flowing
stream seemed to be growing more transparent, Archie turned his head to
gaze back in the direction of the overhanging bushes, in the full
expectation of feeling a thrust from a spear, when he felt another
sudden snatch and tightened his grasp of his comrade's hand, for Peter
had reached deeper water and was borne off his feet, dragging Archie
sideways.

Then there came a sharp sound as of metal against wood, a splashing or
wallowing that suggested the rush of one of the loathsome reptiles, and
Peter gasped out in a gurgling way, as if he had been under water:

"All right, sir.  I've got hold.  Let yourself float down, and make a
snatch at the side."

How it was done Peter did not know, and did not want to.  It was enough
for him in the darkness that he could feel that his companion had hold
of the side of the boat, which had careened over so that the surface of
the rippling river was within a few inches of the edge; and there they
clung, listening with straining ears, trying to make out whether they
had been heard.

"It's all right, sir," said Peter softly, as they now rested with their
arms over touching the bottom of the boat.

"I don't know," said Archie.  "I think the stern's covered in.  Is
anybody on board?"

"Like enough, sir; but chance it;" and raising himself with a sudden
movement which made a loud wallowing and sent a shudder of horror
through his companion, Peter drew himself over the rough gunwale, rolled
into the bottom of the boat, in company with a gush of water, and then,
bayonet in hand, crept over the thwarts and under the attap-covered
stern.

"All right, sir," whispered the lad; and he crept to the far side of the
boat, trimming it so that it made Archie's task of joining him easier to
achieve.  "Ready, sir?"

"Yes.  What about the moorings?"

"I was going to cut the rope, sir," whispered Peter, "but I won't.
Perhaps it's a grapnel, and we shall want it again."

Creeping right to the bows, he began to haul on a roughly made fibre
line, which came in readily as the water rippled more loudly against the
stem, and the line became more and more perpendicular, till something
struck against the frail woodwork of the bows, and, panting with his
exertion, Peter drew a little, clumsily made anchor into the big sampan.

"That's done it," he whispered.  "Hear anything, sir?"

"No; but we are floating down."

"Lovely, sir.  Now then, we shall have to look out, for we mustn't pass
the Doctor's garden."

_Crack_--_creak_--_scrape_!

The two lads dropped at full length into the water that was washing
about the bottom of the boat, and lay motionless till they had scraped
past a boat that seemed similar to the one they had boarded.  But it was
evidently unoccupied, and they raised themselves up into a sitting
position again, and strained their eyes to gaze in the direction of the
shore they had left, where all was perfectly still.  Then Archie felt
his companion's hand touch his arm.

"Talk about a lark, Mister Archie!" whispered Peter.

"A lark?"

"Yes, sir.  I forgot all about the crocs.  They must have been asleep."

_Plash_--_wallow_! came from just ahead, as there was a slight jar as if
something had been encountered, and a tiny shower of water flew over
them.

"Doesn't seem like it, Pete," said Archie softly.

"No, sir; and the brute needn't have done that.  I was quite wet enough
before.  I suppose you are a bit damp?"

"Don't, Pete--don't!" whispered Archie.  "This is no time for trying to
be funny."

"All right, sir.  I thought it was, for I'm in precious low spirits.
Think we can manage to stop opposite the Doctor's garden?"

"We must, Pete; but I can make out nothing.  I suppose we are a long way
above the landing-place."

"Oh yes, sir; and perhaps it's all for the best as we can't see, for if
we could, whoever's ashore would see us; and that would mean spears, for
none of our chaps would be about here."

"Look here, Pete, we must both watch; but you get right in the bows with
the grapnel in your hand, ready to drop it over silently when I say
_Now_!"

"Right, sir; but we must have ever so far to go yet, eh?"

"I am not sure, Pete."

"No, sir; but you will have to chance it."

Archie uttered an angry ejaculation, and then clutched sharply at the
side of the boat, which shivered from end to end and nearly capsized as
it glided up the slanting rope of a larger vessel with which it had come
violently in contact.  But it righted itself quickly, and scraped along
the side, with the lads crouching lower as they listened to the angry,
muttering of voices and the scuffling of people moving.  But the next
minute the river had borne them clear, and the muttering died away.

"That must have been a naga, Pete, from the size of it, and having men
on board."

"Suppose so, sir.  I thought it meant a swim for us.  But, I say, it
must have spoilt somebody's beauty snooze.  But look there, sir!  That
must mean gardens."

"What, Pete?"

"Can't you see them glow-worm things sparkling?"

"Yes."

"Well, sir, ain't you going to say _Now_?"

"No, Pete.  We cannot have passed the big landing-place yet.  If we
have, only just.  Yes, that must be it, and this must be the spot.  Oh!
if we could only see a spark of light from the Residency we should know
where we are."

"Yes, sir; but it's no use to look out for lights.  Still, we must be
getting somewhere near, sir, and I'm ready when you are.  I must leave
it to you, for you know more about boating on the river than I do.  It
only seems to me that it can't be long before we shall be opposite the
Doctor's beautiful garden and the little steps at the bottom, where you
used to land."

"Yes, Pete, I must guess, for I can see nothing."

"Nor me neither, sir; but don't be huffy because I say what I am going
to say."

"No.  Speak out."

"Then just wait, sir, till you think we are as near as we shall get, and
then chance it."

Archie made no reply as he reached over the side, and, unconscious of
the fact that the stream had turned the boat completely round so that
she was dropping down now bow foremost instead of stern, he suddenly
uttered the word "Now!" and his command was followed by a faint splash
and the rattle of the rope passing over the bows, till there was a
check, and then they were conscious that the sampan was swinging round
again, and Archie uttered a low, groan-like sigh.

"What's the matter, sir?  Didn't I do it right?"

"Right, my lad?  Yes, you were right enough, but I was all wrong.  The
boat has been gliding along stem first, and I have been confused and
looking at the farther shore, seeing nothing but the faint twinkle of
the fire-flies."

"Yes, sir; that's right enough."

"No, no; it's wrong enough, my lad.  I'm quite lost.  I don't know where
we are.  You will have to haul up the grapnel again."

"But what for, sir?  She's swung round now right enough, head to
stream--and look--look!" he whispered.  "I can see trees quite plain.
We must be close inshore."

"Close inshore; Pete!"

"Yes, sir.  Can't that be the Doctor's garden?"

"Hist!" whispered Archie; and there was a sound as if his companion had
given his mouth a pat, for from pretty close at hand there was the low
babble of voices.

"Hear that, sir?" whispered Peter again.  "Our chaps?"

"No--Malays."



CHAPTER FORTY.

"WHAT ABOUT VICTUALS?"

For a few minutes it seemed as if the success that had attended them was
to be completely dashed, though it had become evident that, by a
wonderful stroke of good fortune, they had dropped the grapnel of the
boat so that they were swinging nearly opposite to the part of the
river-bank which had been their goal.  For then Fate, which had been
filling their breasts with hope, seemed to have withdrawn from them
behind a darker cloud than ever.

The voices were so near that they dared not whisper or stir, only wait
in the full expectation of being seen and welcomed with a shower of
spears; but by degrees the talking ceased, and the silence was so
profound that it became evident that the enemy, whatever had been their
object in coming there, had silently crept away.

"Do you really think they have gone, sir?" whispered Peter.

"I feel sure of it," was the reply.

"Then don't you think we could get out the poles and work the boat
closer in?"

"I'm afraid to try, Pete.  The stream seems running so strong that we
might be swept away."

"Oh, I don't know, sir, close inshore like this.  I think we might
manage it.  Hadn't we better try?"

"Well, yes," replied Archie, after a little hesitation.  "We must use
the poles when we go away, unless we try going down-stream."

"Oh, that wouldn't do, sir.  It would be running right into Rajah
Hamet's nest, even if we didn't meet Suleiman's men; and if we didn't do
neither we should have to carry the boxes through them who are
surrounding the Residency."

"We must get them somehow," cried Archie impatiently.

"Yes, sir.  But we ain't getting them like this."

For answer Archie seized one of the poles that lay along under the
thwarts of the sampan, passed it over the side, and, to his great
delight, found that close in to the bank the eddy was so strong that
there would be no difficulty in working against the current.  This
discovery made, the grapnel was pulled up and the sampan thrust in close
under the bank at the bottom of the Doctor's garden.

"Nothing like trying, sir," said Peter; and landing, he carried the
grapnel in to the full extent of the rope and pressed its flukes down
into the earth.

This was not done without noise, and the two lads stood listening for a
few minutes before proceeding farther.  Once satisfied that there were
no fresh occupants in the bungalow, Archie led the way in, and the rest
of their task proved delightfully easy.

He knew enough of the interior of the Doctor's home to make for the
store-room at once.  Everything was open, just as it had been left in
haste, and in spite of the darkness they easily found the little, square
boxes of cartridges lying exactly as Mrs Morley had described; and each
securing two, they were about to hurry down to the boat, when Archie
remembered the gun, which, he knew, was hanging over a cabinet in the
Doctor's study.

Placing his two boxes on the floor, he made for the Doctor's room, took
the gun from the hooks where it hung, and hurrying back to the room
where he had left the boxes, he found himself alone, for Peter had
hastened off with his portion of the load.

There was nothing for it but to wait; but at last his ears were
gladdened by the sound of his companion's hurried footsteps, and
together the remainder of the objects of their search were borne down to
the boat, which was cast loose, the poles were seized, and they began to
stem the current.

The work proved easier than they had anticipated so long as they kept
close inshore; but this, they felt, was incurring the greatest peril,
for an occasional voice warned them of the presence of enemies close at
hand; and after one narrow escape, consequent upon their being hailed by
some one in the Malay tongue, they pushed off in despair, to make for
the farther bank of the river.

This portion of their journey was not achieved without losing ground,
for out beyond the middle there were times when, in spite of the length
of the long bamboo poles, they could not touch bottom.  But once more
close inshore, they began to make better progress, and as they paused
for a few minutes' rest in the thick darkness in a place closely
overhung by trees, the question arose as to how long it would be before
daybreak, for both felt that the night must be pretty well spent.

"What do you say, Pete?" said Archie.

"Don't want to say nothing, sir," was the reply.

"Why?"

"Don't want to put you out of heart."

Archie was silent for a few moments.

"You mean that it must be nearly morning now.  Speak out."

"Something of the kind, sir; and I was thinking that it seems too bad to
have to make a mess of it at the end."

"Ah!  You think that though we may get across and land with our load on
our side of the river, we should have daylight upon us before we could
get anything like back to the Residency?"

"Wish I was as clever as you are, Mister Archie," said Peter in a low,
grumbling tone, as he thrust with all his might at the end of his pole.

"What do you mean?"

"You saying just exactly what I was thinking about, sir.  How you come
to see it all I don't know."

"Oh, never mind that, Pete.  It's very horrible, and when we are missing
in the morning there will be no end of an upset, and they will think
that we have deserted."

"Haw, haw!" grunted Peter, with another thrust of his pole which
hindered the straight course of the sampan.  "Them thinking you had
deserted, sir?  Likely!  You ain't me."

"Well, Pete, let's get as high as we can past the place where we got the
boat, and then the moment we think that daylight's coming let's get
across, tie the boat up somewhere under the trees, and lie in hiding
till night."

"Won't do," said Peter shortly.  "Boat belongs to somebody as ain't our
friends, and when they find it gone they will come hunting along the
water-side till they find it, and like as not tell the enemy where we
are."

"You are right, Pete.  Then we will find a snug place, and lie in
waiting till it's dark again; and we shall know by then pretty well
where we are, and take our measures for a fresh start."

"That's right, sir.  Glad I was able to do some good--and, I say, it's
getting close to morning."

"How do you know?"

"By them things as we have heard howling out in the jungle over and over
again."

"I've heard nothing," said Archie.

"I have, sir; and they're getting quiet now.  I heard a tiger once, and
crocs over and over again, but I wouldn't say anything."

"I had too much else to think of, Pete," said Archie, as he toiled hard
at his pole, causing an eddy more than once, as if some river-dweller
had been disturbed.

It was not long after when the notes of the birds began to proclaim the
coming day, and the surroundings began to appear so plainly that at the
first favourable opportunity the boat was run in beneath the shelter of
the overhanging trees and made fast; while, as the day broadened and
they peered out across the river, Archie found they were so high up that
no object on the farther bank was familiar; and he said so.

"Well, sir, I must leave that to you," said Peter.  "I ain't done much
boating, and have never been so high as this before.  Well, from what
you say, I suppose we shall be safe till night, and then we are going to
get across and land them cartridges somehow or another where they are
wanted.  We've got a lot of hours to wait, though, first."

"Yes," said Archie, with a weary sigh.

"Well, then, sir, what about victuals?"



CHAPTER FORTY ONE.

"IF THE POWDER AIN'T DAMP."

Morning came with a rush, the rays of the sun seeming to do battle with
the mist that floated over the surface of the river.  The golden arrows
of light cut and broke up the one dense, grey, heavy cloud into portions
which floated slowly along, separating more and more, the dull grey
growing rapidly silvery, then golden, and the gold becoming suffused
with soft light.  So beautiful was the scene that, while Archie gazed
thoughtfully at its beauty, even commonplace, powder-besmirched Peter
sat with his lips apart, staring hard, and then, forgetting himself and
their risky position, with its need for concealment, he clapped his
hands softly.

"Just look at it, Mister Archie!" he said.  "Blest if the place don't
look just like the inside of one of them big hyster-shells that they get
the pearls out of!"

"Hush!" said Archie softly.

"Mum!" said Peter.  "I forgot; but don't it look as if the river was
boiling hot and the steam rising, and the fire that hots it was shining
up through the cloud?  I say, nobody could hear me say that," he
whispered.

"I hope not; but for aught we know boats may be floating down, hidden by
that mist."

"Mist--of course, sir!  But it do look like steam, and it makes me think
of rations and hot coffee.  I say, if one feels like this just at
daybreak, how's it going to be by night?  Here goes to tighten my belt."

Peter suited the action to his words, and moved the tongue of his buckle
up two holes.

After this the lad sat peering through a dense, green curtain of the
beautiful tropic leafage, till by degrees all the mist had floated away
with the stream, leaving the water glittering and sparkling in the
bright sunshine, and giving the watchers a clear view of the flowing
river and the jungle that bowed its pendent branches so that they kissed
the water, while farther on tall, rigid palms shot up and displayed
their feathery tufts of great leaves, to sway gently in the hot
sunshine.

"Let's see, Mister Archie; don't seem to be many paths where helephants
and things come down to drink.  I don't believe if we were landed there
we could get through those woods.  I wonder what makes them call them
jungles.  I suppose it means because the trees are all junged up
together so that you can't get through.  If they called it tangle
there'd be some sense in it.  But that ain't the worst."

"What is, then, Pete?" replied Archie, speaking so that his companion in
misfortune should not think him surly and distant.

"Why, we have got to carry them four little chesties and the gun right
through it in the dark.  Well, we've got 'em, sir, and that's what we
come for."

"Yes, Pete; and it will be a relief to get them to the Residency."

"Yes, sir; and we have got to do it; and that means we shall, somehow."

The lad ceased speaking, and bent down to shift the four square,
solid-looking boxes a little, and as he did so he uttered a low grunt.

"I say, sir, it's been so dark that we couldn't tell what we were doing,
but lookye here.  These 'ere two bottom ones are standing right in the
water.  It's to be hoped they are tin-lined, or else what about the
cartridges?  What do you say to laying them two bamboo poles right
across the boat for the day, and standing the boxes on them?"

"Good idea, Pete!"  And the two lads busied themselves in placing the
boxes so that the moisture would drip away, with the possibility of
their getting dry in the sunshine, which was already beginning to fill
their shelter with semi-horizontal rays.

"Here, I say, sir, if we had known what a ramshackle old wreck this 'ere
sampan is we should have stepped along pretty gingerly while we were
poling--at least I should, for it looks to me as if you could shove your
foot through anywhere.  Look at the sides!  Why, they are half-rotten!"

"Yes, Pete; it's a wonder that the boat did not go to pieces when we ran
up against that other one in the night."

"That it is, sir.  Why, if I'd known I believe I should have liked to
travel outside, hanging on, with my legs in the water."

"As a bait to tempt crocodiles, Pete?"

"Oh, I say, don't, sir!  You give one the shivers."

As the lad spoke he peered over the side of the boat and half drew his
bayonet from his belt.

"Might be one of those beauties under the bottom now, sir," he said
half-apologetically.  "Nice morning, though, ain't it?  Talking about
hanging one's legs over the side, we might lay them up a bit to dry;"
and he set the example of stretching his own out on the seat-like
thwart, and sitting silently for a while gazing through one of the
openings across the river.

Then, as if being silent wearied him, his tongue began to go again.

"Suppose you can't make out exactly where we are, sir, can you?"

"No, Pete; the river winds about so."

"Of course, sir.  Well, no wonder--it ain't got anything else to do.
Got your watch, sir?"

"Yes;" and Archie drew it out from his pocket.

"What time is it, sir?"

"One," said Archie dryly.

"Can't be, sir.  Why, that means afternoon, and the sun's only just up."

"It means that it was one o'clock when we waded into the river, and the
water got in, Pete."

"Stopped!  I'm blest!  If you had thought of it, sir, you'd better have
left it at home.  `Home, home, sweet home!'" hummed the lad.  "But this
ain't home, and I'm precious hungry; but I'd a deal rather be here,
after all, than in the old whitewashed barracks where we were stationed
last, with nothing but drill, drill, drill, till one felt as if they had
drilled a hole right through you.  Feel anything of your head now, sir?"

"Yes, Pete; but not much."

"That's the same with my hurt, sir; but one can't expect what we got to
get well directly.  Wish we'd got something to do, if it was only to
clean one's buckles and lay on a bit of pipeclay.  Is my face dirty,
sir?"

"Horribly, Pete.  Is mine?"

Pete showed his teeth in a broad grin.

"Well, it would be all the better for a wash, sir, before you went in to
mess.  We might have a bit of a sluice.  But I suppose it would be risky
to try and get closer in to the bank?"

"You couldn't, Pete.  It would be impossible to force the sampan through
this tangle.  Why do you want to move?  We are in a capital place."

"I was thinking of getting some soft mud out of the bank to use instead
of soap.  It's wonderful cleansing, sir.  I know what I should like to
do."

"Not talk, Pete, for you are doing that now?"

"Yes, sir, I know," said the poor fellow sadly.  "I feel as though if I
didn't go on saying things and thinking of doing something, I should go
half-dotty."

"Nonsense, Pete!  See how beautiful it is all round."

"Yes, sir, lovely!  But who's going to enjoy it when your inside keeps
on saying, `Soup and 'tater--soup and 'tater--soup and 'tater,' and
there ain't none?  Plenty of croc soup, of course.  But, I say, Mister
Archie, sir, think it would be safe to bathe?"

"No; but I think you must be _half-dotty_, as you call it, to propose
such a thing."

"Right, sir.  Of course!  It does look very pretty about here, but one
can't help feeling that one of them pretty, smiling creatures may be
lying in there, just where the leaves touch the water, and watching us
all the time.  Here, I should like to murder some of them.  What do you
say to fixing bayonets on the end of them bamboo poles, and then
pitching leaves or bits of dead wood into the water as a bait for them
reptiles, and having a bit of sport to pass away the time?"

"I don't feel much disposed for sport, Pete."

"Course you don't, sir; but, you see, we've got hours and hours to sit
here till it's dark.  One feels as if one must do something.  Here, I
know!  Capital!  I've got no tackle but green leaves.  I'll clean that
gun."

"No cleaning-rod, Pete."

"Must be, sir."

"Of course; but it will be hanging up somewhere in the Doctor's
bungalow."

"Might cut a young, thin bamboo, sir," said Pete, looking sharply round,
and feeling in his pocket for his knife.

"I can see no bamboos," said Archie--"nothing but crooked boughs."

"Well, anyhow, sir, we might rub the specks of rust off with leaves.
Would you like to have first turn?"

"No, Pete.  I feel as if I could do nothing but sit still and rest and
think."

"What about, sir?"

"What they are saying about us at the Residency.  I suppose they will
give us the credit of not deserting."

"Course they will, sir.  They will be saying that we are lying speared
somewhere not far from headquarters.  My word, sir, won't Mrs Morley
take on about losing you, sir!  And, oh dear! nobody won't miss me--
except old Tipsy.  Haw, haw, haw!  He'd like to have me to bully-rag
when he gets back to headquarters again."

"Will nobody else miss you, Pete?"

"No, sir--I d'know, though.  Yes--old Mother Smithers, next time she has
a chance to have a turn at the wash-tub.  It will be, `Now, Pete, fresh
water, please.'  Wish she'd got some of what's in this precious boat!
Talk about a leaky sieve!  Why, it's coming in everywhere.  We shall
have to begin baling soon, Mister Archie.  To be sure; that will be next
job after I've rubbed up the gun, and--This 'ere ain't a fruit-tree, is
it, sir?"

"Absurd!"

"Suppose it is, sir.  I was thinking of cocoa-nuts and getting one down
to bale with.  I shall have to use my cap.  It's wonderful how it's
stuck on.  I ketched it slipping off twice, though, when we were
creeping through the wood."

Peter reached for the gun, and began to rub the barrels with such leaves
as he could pick; but after trying to polish for some time, he shook his
head in despair.

"Only making it worse, sir.--I say, Mister Archie, you are not going to
sleep, are you?"

Archie, who was resting one hand on the side of the boat and bending
down sideways, rose quickly.

"Hist!" he whispered.  "Listen."

Peter sat motionless for some little time, and then, looking full in his
companion's eyes, shook his head slowly.  Then a look of intelligence
came into his face, and he nodded two or three times quickly, leaned
forward, and placing his lips close to his companion's ear, he
whispered:

"Poles!  Boat coming up-stream."

The two lads sat thinking of their own slow advance as they had punted
upwards in the darkness, and fully understood the effort that was being
made to force the advancing boat against the running water.

Then the same thought must have animated both, for after peering through
the leaves by which they were surrounded, each lay back upon the thwart
he occupied and cautiously began drawing one of the thick boughs that
touched the water closer in so as to increase the shelter; but no sooner
had Archie begun to disturb the water at the side of the boat than there
was a violent disturbance, and something dashed out into the open river.

"Croc," whispered Peter, "or some large fish.  Wish I had him on my
bayonet, sir.  I could eat him raw."

"Hist!" whispered Archie, for the sound of splashing poles was giving
place to the regular beat of oars; and crouching low, wondering whether
their shelter would be pierced by the keen eyes of the enemy, they lay
waiting, listening to the steady plash and the muttering of voices,
which grew louder, and, looking bright in painted gold, with the rowers'
silken bajus gleaming gold and yellow in the sunshine, a large
dragon-boat glided by, so close to the lads' hiding-place that the
rowers' blades on their side nearly swept against the leaves, and they
could see the gleam of the eyes and glint of spears, for the boat was
crowded with armed men, and beneath the palm shelter in the stern they
could note the gaily plaided silken sarongs of the principal leaders of
the party of Malays.

Feeling that they must be seen, the lads hardly dared to breathe till
the gilded stern of the naga had passed; and even then it seemed as if
the steersman was looking back straight through the hanging leaves so
that he must detect the boat.

At last both were breathing freely, for the plash of oars was growing
more distant, and Peter, who had found it horribly painful to remain
silent so long, hazarded a few words.

"Felt as if my heart was in my mouth, sir.  But do you know what I was
thinking all the time?"

"That they must see us, Pete?"

"Of course, sir; but something else."

"Speak lower, man!"

"All right, sir; they can't hear.  But can't you guess?"

Archie shook his head.

"Well, I'll tell you, sir.  Here's a double gun; there's four boxes of
cartridges.  Why haven't you got it loaded and ready to blow a couple of
the enemy overboard, and then _click, click_, shove in two more
cartridges, as I should hand to you, ready for two more shots?  That
would be enough to send them to the right-about, for they wouldn't know
but what there might be half a company of us hiding here."

"How are we to get at the cartridges, Pete?" said Archie, brightening
up, for his companion's words sent a thrill of hope through his breast,
and their position seemed not half so defenceless as before.

"I've got my knife, sir."

"What! to cut through the lid?"

"No, sir.  It's screwed down.  I think I could turn the screws with the
big blade."

Taking one of the boxes on his knee, he brought the blade to bear, but
dared not put forth all his force, and for some time he could not get
even one of the fastenings to move, for the water had made the wood
swell.

"It's no use, Pete."

"Oh, ain't it, sir?  They are in precious tight, but we have got lots of
time; and look--the top of this box is steaming, and it's drying fast.
I shall do it if I don't break my knife."

_Click_!

"There, now, if half-an-inch of the blade ain't gone!  And I thought it
was a bit of the best stuff in our company.  Well, there's a bit left to
work with, and I must try and cut through."

"No, no!" cried Archie eagerly.  "Try if the broken blade will not go
into the ends of the screws."

"What! and use it as a screw-driver, sir?" cried Peter joyously.  "Why,
it will be quite easy now.  Call mine a head!  Why, it's as thick as a
bowl.  Here, take it coolly, sir!  Here's one coming out as easy as
easy.--There's one!  Don't shout `Hooray!' sir, for sound runs along
over the water like a skate on ice.  Why, my knife is like a real tool.
Couldn't have broke off better, sir, and in half-an-hour we shall be all
right if--"

"If what, Pete?"

"The powder ain't damp."



CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

"DON'T YOU KNOW ME?"

To the great satisfaction of both, the upper layers of the cartridges
proved to be quite dry, and, at Peter's suggestion, they made sure of
having a couple of dozen handy by bestowing them in various pockets.

"All right for present use, sir," said Peter; and placing in a few
leaves to refill the box, he lightly screwed down the lid again.

"It's a pity to do that," said Archie.

"Think so, sir?  We have got to get those boxes down to the Residency,
and it might happen that we should be obliged to hide them somewhere.
Anyhow, what we've got out will be handy.  Now then, I want it to get
dark.  What do you say to one of us taking an hour's snooze?"

"By all means, Pete.  It will help us to get through the long watching
before night.  There, I could not sleep now.  You lie down while I keep
watch."

"Oh no, sir; you first."

"Don't argue, Pete.  I say, lie down," said Archie sternly.

"Right, sir.  But you will play fair?  Rouse me up in an hour, and let
me relieve guard."

"I will, Pete.  We both want rest, and we shall do our work the better
afterwards."

Peter promptly prepared the only dry place he could find, which was in
the stern of the boat, by dragging down a portion of the bamboo and
palm-leaf awning and laying the pieces across so as to form a little
platform, where he stretched himself out, and before a minute had
elapsed he was breathing so heavily that his companion began to peer up
and down the river and think of the possibility of the sleeper being
heard.  But nothing was in sight downward, and he now found that by
changing the position of the boat a little he could command a long reach
upward--quite a mile.

The guessed-at hour grew into what must have been two, and amidst the
annoyance of flies, and troubled by the intense heat, Archie sat
watching and thinking, and wondering whether it would be possible as
soon as it was dark to thread their way among the bushes of the opposite
shore and carry their burden to the help of their friends.

"It's all what Pete calls chancing it," he said to himself; "but we may
succeed--and we will."

At last, just as he was thinking that it might be wise to awaken Pete
for an exchange of places, he suddenly caught sight of a large boat in
the extreme distance, gliding round a slight curve, and after watching
it increase in size as it came rapidly down, he laid a hand on Peter's
arm, and the lad started up, fully awake.

"Relieve guard, sir?  Right!  Give us the gun," said the lad quietly;
and then, following Archie's pointing finger, he realised the new peril,
and withdrawing his hand, he drew out his bayonet and replaced it ready
for instant use.

A glance showed the pair that they could do nothing more to add to their
concealment, and with the boat rapidly nearing, they sat and watched,
Archie with the cocked piece lying across his knees ready for their
defence in case of need.

During the first part of the time their impression had been that it was
the dragon-boat they had seen going up, but as it drew nearer they made
out that it was manned by Malays, evidently of the poorer classes, but
well-armed and in all probability followers of some minor chief.

To the lads' great satisfaction, it seemed that they were hugging the
farther shore, and they passed by travelling slowly, without even
looking in their direction, and glided out of sight.

"Lucky for some of them, Mister Archie," said Peter, as he stretched out
his hand for the gun and crept forward.  "There you are, sir.  I feel
like a new man.  Have a good sleep, sir.  It helps the time along
beautifully.  How did you guess an hour, sir?"

"Never mind about the time, Pete.  You guess another as nearly as you
can; but wake me, of course, if there is any danger."

"You trust me, sir," was the reply; and Archie lay down, feeling that
the position would be restful, but certain that he should not be able to
sleep.

Five minutes had not elapsed, however, before he was sleeping heavily,
but ready to awaken at a touch and sit up, to stare about him wildly.

"Why, Pete," he said angrily, "I have had more than an hour."

"Well, just a little, sir.  Feel all the better for it, don't you?"

"Why, you scoundrel," cried Archie as he readied for the gun, "it's
close upon evening--close upon night!  How dare you disobey my orders?
Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Hadn't the heart, sir," said the lad quietly.

"But I said--"

"Yes, I know you did; and I was going to wake you up half-a-dozen times,
but I knowed how weak you were, and that you would want every bit of
strength for what we have got to do to-night; and I didn't want you to
break down."

"Am I your officer, sir, or am I not?" said Archie fiercely.

"Yes, sir, of course; and I know I ought to obey the word of command.
But you don't want me to do impossibilities, now, do you, sir?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why, sir, you don't want me to carry you and the cartridge-boxes too?"

"No; I should carry my share, of course."

"Yes, sir; but I should be having Paddy's load.  You would be carrying
the boxes, but I should be carrying you and the boxes too."

"Pete--" began Archie fiercely; but he was checked by the lad's action,
for with one hand he pointed up the long reach, and with the other he
placed the gun across the subaltern's knees.

"A boat!" said Archie.

"Two on 'em, sir;" and they sat gazing up through the gathering gloom of
their shelter at what the last faint rays of the setting sun showed to
be a large sampan coming down the river, urged by a couple of Malays who
were steadily using their poles, while some distance behind a boat about
double the size was following them, propelled by oars.

"It will be all right, sir," said Peter.  "By the time they come by here
it will be getting dark.  Look at that farther one.  The attaps looked
red just now, but they are turning brown already."

"Yes; and look there.  Why, Pete--am I right?  It seemed as if one of
the Malays in the front of the far boat stood up and threw a spear."

"Right you are, sir, and no mistake.  There goes another.  Can you see
how many there are in the first boat?"

"Three, I think; and one's a woman."

"I thought two of them," said Peter; "and there's eight or ten or a
dozen in the other.  Well, sir, the far-off one must be enemies, and the
little boat must be friends.  I know which side we ought to take, and we
can now."

"What do you mean?  Fire?"

"That's right, sir."

"But we shall show where we are."

"Of course; but we can't help that, sir," cried Peter excitedly.  "Here
they come.  They'll overtake the little 'un directly.  You've got bullet
cartridges, sir, for I tried one.  But I don't know whether this double
gun will carry so far; so you had better wait."

"One barrel's rifled, Pete, and it will," said Archie, drawing himself
into a kneeling position and resting the barrels upon a horizontal
bough.

"Look sharp, sir!  Oh, murder--there goes another spear!  I couldn't
hardly see, but it must have gone close to that woman who is handling
the bamboo.  Oh, do fire, sir!"

There was the sharp report of one barrel, and then, as the smoke rose,
Archie fired again, and opened the breech and rapidly inserted the
cartridges that Peter handed to him; while, as if startled by the
reports, the rowers in the far boat laid on their oars, and those astern
started up, and the lads could dimly see their spears bristling in the
gathering gloom.

"Give them another, sir--only one--and reload.  You missed first time.
You must bring down a couple now."

Archie fired again, and this time one of the Malays seemed to spring out
of the boat and drift behind.

"That's good, sir.  Here's your cartridge.  Now then!  Give them two
now.  They are coming straight for us where the smoke shows.  Quick,
sir!"

_Bang, bang_ went the double gun, the reports almost simultaneous, for
in his excitement Archie had no thought of reserving one shot; and as he
hastily reloaded he could see in the rapidly dimming light that the
rowers were changing the course of their naga, as if to get out of the
line of fire, and were beginning to make for the opposite shore; while
the big Malay in the small sampan had ceased his efforts to pole his
boat more swiftly along, and was using the bamboo to steer the little
vessel, which, gathering force from the man's efforts combined with the
swift stream, plunged right in through the hanging boughs behind which
the two lads crouched.  There was a heavy crash, mingled with the
breaking of twigs, and the two lads were driven headlong into the bottom
of their boat.

Archie struggled up at once, holding his double gun on high to keep it
out of the water, with which he was drenched; and the first thing he
could make out through the wide opening torn in their shelter was the
naga and its occupants gliding rapidly by, the rowers pulling as if for
dear life, and the spearmen crouching down in the bottom, half-hidden by
the awning.  Then they were gone.

Meanwhile Peter was struggling to free himself from the encumbrance of
the big Malay, who had been shot from his own vessel right upon him; and
the next thing that met Archie's eyes, as he gazed through the
crushed-down leafage driven before the lesser boat, was Peter's
bayonet-armed hand with the weapon raised dagger-wise, and beyond the
Malay, who was holding out his hands, the native boat with the Malay
woman, pole in hand, panting hard as if from exertion.  Then his eye
caught the figure of the other woman, kneeling in the stern.

"Pete, look out!  Quick!  We must climb into this boat.  She's cut us
down.  Quick--before it's too dark to see!"

"Here, I don't understand, sir.  This fellow knocked me down, and--"

"Understand!  Can't you see we are sinking?  It's deep water here."

Before he could finish he dimly made out that the big Malay had
struggled clear and seemed to be much higher as he dragged at Peter,
hoisted him right up, and jerked him behind; while at the same time the
panting woman was holding out the pole she used, at which Archie
grasped, just in time, as he felt the water was gradually bearing him
away.

The next minute he was being dragged over the side of the sampan by the
two Malays, and as they lowered him so that he lay upon his back,
Peter's head suddenly appeared between the two strangers, with the eager
question:

"Have you stuck to your gun, sir?"

"Yes; all right, Pete.  What a horrible accident!  Where's our boat?"

"Rotten old cocoa-nut shell," cried Peter savagely.  "There's the last
on her just going down;" and he pointed to a spot a few yards away,
where, dividing the pendent branches of their shelter, was the attap
roof of their sampan.  "And do you know what that means, sir?"

"Utter wreck, Pete," said Archie, breathing hard from excitement.

"Yes, sir; and my four boxes of cartridges with all them blue pills gone
to the bottom to feed the crocs."

"But what about the other boat?"

"Why, we are in it, sir.  Can't you see?" said Peter sourly.

"No, no--I mean the enemy's."

"Oh!  Out of sight, sir.  Gone down the river just as if you were
peppering them still."

"Eh?  What?" cried Archie, as he became aware of the fact that some one
else had spoken, and that a bough of one of the trees that overshadowed
them was being pressed aside; and, half-stunned in his astonishment, the
young officer grasped the words that seemed to be coming in the
confusion of some strange dream:

"Archie!  Don't you know me?  I'm Minnie Heath."



CHAPTER FORTY THREE.

THE ENEMY'S WORK.

Archie Maine and Minnie Heath sat in the darkness, hand clasped in hand,
the poor girl sobbing bitterly, nearly overcome with emotion, after, in
a low, excited voice, asking questions about her aunt and uncle and Sir
Charles.  After learning that all were alive and safe, she burst out in
so wildly hysterical a fit that there was a low, deep growl from the
darkness at the far end of the boat.

"Silence, Pete!" whispered Archie sternly.

"'Twarn't me, sir.  It's this 'ere Malay chap.  I think he means that
you oughtn't to make so much noise at that end.  I wanted to say
something of the kind, but I didn't want to be rude to the young lady."

Minnie was silent directly; and close to the spot where Peter had been
speaking a curious rustling noise arose, which Archie could not
understand, till almost at once the edge of the moon appeared above the
night mist and lit up the interior of the shelter, and then it was plain
that the big Malay fisherman was busy at work cutting down branches and
laying them across the boat, in which a pile of leafage was beginning to
appear.

"What does he mean by this?" whispered Archie.  "I suppose he means the
branches to disguise the boat."

"I don't know," said Minnie.  "I suppose so.  I don't think we need ask.
He and Dula have saved me, and have been most kind."

"But can you talk now?"

"Yes, yes; I will not break down again if I can help it."

"I'll wait," said Archie.

"No, no; go on talking, pray," half-sobbed the girl.  "It keeps me from
thinking.  What were you going to say?"

"I was going to ask you how you knew that we were in hiding here."

"Knew!  Oh no!  It was like this.  Dula and Pahan were bringing me down
in their boat, believing that they could reach the bungalow in the
darkness and hide me there.  Of course you did not see in the dusk that
I am wearing Dula's baju and sarong."

"No; it was all too dark and confused.  But I did think you were a
native woman."

"That is good," said Minnie.  "Dula brought me down to the creek where
the boat was lying, and Pahan meant to pretend after dark, if we met any
of the Malays, that he was taking in fruit for the Rajah's men.  But we
were seen too soon.  One of the Rajah's boats came in sight, and the
chief with it called to us to stop.  Then Dula said I must lie under the
attap mats, as they were going to pretend that they did not hear the
call.  They began poling the boat along as hard as ever they could,
hoping, as the stream was with us, that we could escape; but--" The poor
girl broke down with a sob.

"Don't talk about it, Minnie--dear sister," said Archie quickly.  "Sit
quiet and try to believe that you are safe.  Pete and I will die sooner
than harm shall befall you now."

"Yes, yes, I know," said the poor girl, stifling her rising sobs; "but I
must talk.  Don't stop me.  It helps me to grow calm again after the
horrible excitement of that race for life.  Oh," she shuddered, "it was
terrible!  For they kept gaining upon us, till they got near enough to
begin throwing spears, two of which passed through the attaps; and I
crouched down, praying that the darkness that was so near would come
down and hide me so that Pahan could run the boat in somewhere amongst
the bushes.  At last, when it seemed all over, and I was feeling that I
must bid good-bye to life and jump into the river before I saw these
dear people speared to death, my poor heart gave one great throb in
answer to the sound of your rifle, while Dula uttered a cry of joy,
knowing the shots at the Malays could only come from friends, and helped
her husband to force the sampan right in amongst the trees where we saw
the smoke rising; and then--Oh Archie! oh Archie!"  She broke down, and
as she clung to her old companion, the lad made what sounded like a
dreary attempt at a mocking laugh, as he exclaimed:

"Upon my word, Minnie, it was too bad!  Here were we trying to save you,
and you dashed in, sank our boat, sent all my cartridges to the bottom,
and nearly drowned us into the bargain."

"Don't--don't try to make a laughing matter of it, Archie!  I can't bear
it now."

"Of course you can't.  Forgive me for being such a fool.  I say, your
what's his name--Pahan--he's getting quite a stack of green stuff
aboard, and--Hang it all!  Look at the moon!"

"Yes; I am looking," sighed Minnie.  "I've watched it many a time since
I have been in hiding, and I never thought to look upon it peacefully
again.  Oh Archie! go on talking to me.  Tell me more about Sir Charles,
and what you have all been going through at the station."

"Can't.  It would take a month."

"Oh! do tell me something."

"Breaking our hearts about you, then--everybody in the place.  Even poor
old Mother Smithers sat down and cried like a child; didn't she, Pete?"

"Gugg!" said the lad, out of the darkness.  "Can you get at your knife,
Mr Archie?  Mine's turned into a screw-driver, and I want to help this
nig--Malay gentleman to cut sticks."

"Here you are, Pete," said Archie, after a hard struggle to get his hand
into the pocket of his overall, and a harder struggle still to get it
back with the knife.

"Thankye--gugg--sir!  Blest if I don't believe I'm going to have a
cold!"  And the cutting and rustling of thick, leafy branches went on.

"Now, Minnie, tell me, what do they mean to do?"

"Yes," said the girl quickly.  "Dula told me--she can say a few words in
English, and I know a few Malay sentences as well, so that we managed to
understand one another--she said her husband thought he could get the
boat down to the foot of our garden in the darkness, and then we could
all carry baskets of fruit, and so pass through the Malays to a spot
where we could make a dash for the Residency, where we should be safe,
if some of the soldiers didn't shoot us down."

"Ah," said Archie slowly, "you needn't be afraid of that, Minnie."

"What's the matter?" cried the girl sharply.

"Oh, nothing.  I am only very wet."

"You are trying to hide something, Archie," said Minnie earnestly.  "You
called me sister a few minutes ago."

"Well," he said sharply, "that's what you are to me."

"Then is it brotherly to keep something back?"

"Oh, all right, then," said the lad.  "It was only because I didn't want
to give you more troubles to think about."

"What is it, then?  I know: Sir Charles is wounded, or perhaps--"

"No, no.  He's been knocked about, like the rest of us.  I was keeping
it back that our men haven't got a cartridge among them left to fire.
Pegg and I were at the bungalow last night to smuggle out your uncle's
double gun and the cartridges, and we had got in here to wait till night
came again before we landed and tried to make our way back to the
Residency."

"Say, Mister Archie, sir," grumbled Peter, as Minnie sat pressing her
old companion's hand in token of her gratitude for what he had said.

"What is it, Pete?"

"I can't understand what this chap says, but he made me shut up your
knife, and has put away his own, so I think he means we have got as much
green stuff as we can carry."

"Yes, that's it, Pete.  Well, what?"

"Only this, sir.  You see the moon there?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, is it a heclipse or an echo, or anything of that kind, over
yonder?"

"Where?  What do you mean?"

"This 'ere way, sir.  You are looking t'other."

"Nonsense!"

"You are looking the wrong way, sir.  Hold them branches back.  Yes;
it's getting wuss, sir.  Blest if they ain't burning the Residency
down!"



CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.

THE FISHERMAN'S PLAN.

Peter's conclusion was only a guess, but it soon became evident that a
fire was raging somewhere in the direction of the station.  But this did
not seem to trouble the two Malays, who shifted the position of the boat
by pushing it clear of the trees, to one of which they secured the
sampan so that it swung in the stream, while they rearranged the
greenery that had been collected, and worked hard in the bright
moonlight so as to give it some semblance of a market-boat carrying down
supplies from higher up the river.

This done to the satisfaction of the owner, whom Peter had been working
hard to help, the lad uttered an apologetic cough.

"Look here, Pete," said Archie impatiently; "if you are going to say
that we had better remain in hiding on account of the moonlight and the
glare of that fire, you had better be silent, for we must trust to these
people to do what they think best."

"I warn't a-going to say nothing of the sort, Mister Archie, sir,"
protested the lad.

"Then what were you going to say?  I know that that cough or grunt of
yours means that you are going to object to something."

"No, sir; it's not a object to anything unless you say I can't have it.
I was only going to ask if Miss Minnie didn't say something about having
fruit aboard this 'ere craft."

"Yes, yes!" cried Minnie excitedly.

"Well, miss," said Peter, with a sigh of relief, "if you won't think it
rude of me, I should just like to say that Mister Archie here ain't had
a mossel of nothing to eat since the day before yesterday, and PP ain't
much better."

"Oh Dula!" exclaimed Minnie; and she uttered a few words in the Malay
tongue that sent the woman rustling past the cut boughs beneath the
attap awning, to return directly and gladden the eyes of Peter with a
basket containing a heap of bananas and a couple of native-made cakes.

"Ah!" sighed Peter.  "Don't they look lovely in the moonlight!  Tlat!"
he added, with a hearty smack of his lips.--"No, thank you, sir.  No
water, please," he continued, after a busy interval.  "I never feel sure
what you might be swallowing when you have a dip out of the river.  It's
all very well when the sun shines hot, but when it's the moon it don't
make you thirsty--least it don't me."

It must have been a couple of hours later, during which the occupants of
the boat had been watching the rising and falling of the fire as they
swung slowly to and fro at the end of the rope, when Minnie, who had
been speaking in a whisper to the boatman and his wife, turned to her
companions and said:

"Pahan thinks that we may risk floating down the river now.  The
excitement of the fire will be pretty well over when we get abreast of
the bungalow, and we have a long journey yet; and then if he makes the
boat fast, as he says he can, at the foot of the garden, he thinks no
one will notice it.  But we shall have to lie hidden, and, if necessary,
covered up with the boughs."

The covering over with boughs fell to the share of the two lads, the
shelter of the attap mats and her Malay dress seeming likely to be
sufficient for Minnie's protection if they neared any Malay boat, that
most dreaded being the naga whose occupants had been put to flight--
though even if that were encountered, the sampan was now so transformed
that it was not likely to be recognised; and once more the little party
were in motion, floating down towards the station, the Malay poling the
boat and keeping as near as possible to the farther shore.



CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.

"CLOSE UP!"

"Don't you think we might make a bigger peep-hole, Mister Archie?"
whispered Peter.

"No," was the abrupt reply.

"All right, sir; you know best; only it is precious smothery.  I'm as
hot as hot."

"Can't help it, Pete.  We must bear it, and above all now that we are
getting so near."

"Yes, we are near; aren't we, sir?"

"Very near, Pete."

"Can you make out anything more about what is burning?"

"Yes--the Residency."

"That's bad, sir.  Thought we was to retreat to there when things got
too hot at the orspittle."

Archie had been raising the boughs that concealed them as they drew
nearer the upper landing-place, dropping very slowly along, their
progress being checked by the manipulation of the boat's grapnel under
Pahan's clever management, for he controlled the rate at which they were
carried downward on the swift stream by using the rough little anchor as
a drag.

As far as could be made out in the moonlight, the river was quite clear
of boats, and, to their surprise, they glided on into utter silence,
while not a moving figure could be made out.

Archie had, in a whisper, given such information to his companion as he
could, and attributing the position to their still being at a
considerable distance from the scene of the conflict, he had crushed
down in his own breast the feeling of dread that the worst had occurred.
He had just come to this conclusion when Peter made a horrible
suggestion.

"Mister Archie," he whispered, "ain't it all very quiet?"

"Yes.  Perhaps the enemy is waiting for broad daylight, to make another
attack."

"More fools they, sir, when they might catch our poor chaps quite done
up in the darkness and without a shot to fire.  But you don't think,
sir, as we are too late, and the niggers have made a rush, carried all
before them, and ended up by finishing our lads off?"

"No, I don't," said Archie shortly; "and now don't talk.  What's the use
of making the worst of things?"

"Quite right, sir.  There, I've done; but I'd give anything to get to
work again.  Just tell me this, sir: how much farther have we got to
go?"

"A very little way," whispered Archie, as he raised his head a little
and peered through the boughs, to see that the fire was burning low and
that they were now gliding into comparative darkness, evidently caused
by the river mist keeping down the smoke, which hung low and partially
obscured the light of the moon.

And now the big Malay was evidently busily using his pole, and thrusting
hard to force the boat into the position he had marked.  Then, as far as
the listeners could make out, he had hauled up the little grapnel so
that it hung over the side, worked hurriedly with his pole again, and
then laid it leaning against a pile of boughs so that the two lads could
hear the water dripping where they lay.

Then the grapnel was lowered again, and the boat swung round; and as
Archie raised his head once more, it was to find that they were close up
to their old position whence they had made their successful capture of
the cartridges.  And now it seemed as if they had suddenly glided from
silence into the noise and turmoil of the fight, for from the shore came
the shouts and yells of the Malays, who were evidently engaged in a
savage attack upon the defenders of some portion of the station, and
Archie, in his excitement, uttered a low:

"Thank Heaven!"

"What did you say that for, sir?" whispered Peter excitedly.

"That horrible silence, Pete, made me afraid that you were right."

"Ah, yes, sir; and that all our poor lads were wiped out.  It's all
right, sir, only that we ain't got no cartridges.  But what are you
going to do, sir?  We can't go on lying here."

"No, Pete, of course not," whispered Archie, though there was no need,
for the noise and tumult would have drowned his words even had they been
spoken aloud.

He raised the boughs, but nothing was to be seen, for the bungalow was
hidden by the smoke and mist now being borne by the faint breeze of the
coming daylight in their direction.  But he could make out enough to
determine that an attack must have just commenced upon the mess-room and
its surroundings, while, in spite of the stillness in that direction,
the lad could gather that the defenders must be still holding their own.

A sudden sharp rustling and movement of the boat made Archie turn
sharply.

"Don't say nothing, sir," panted his companion, whose voice sounded as
if he had been running hard.  "I couldn't bear it no longer, sir.  I was
being smothered.  Can't you hear, sir?  They ain't cheering, but our
chaps is at work with the bay'net."

"Yes, yes, I hear," said Archie hoarsely.

"Well, sir, we are close inshore, and with a sharp run we could get in
and help."

"But it would be madness, Pete, to try and land with Miss Minnie now."

"Who wants to land with Miss Minnie, sir?" cried the lad fiercely.
"She's safe here.  You tell her to lie low, and say that what's his name
is to pull up his anchor and run her a bit lower down, or across the
river out of danger till all's safe again."

"Impossible, Pete.  We are almost unarmed, and it would be like
forsaking the poor girl at a time like this."

"What you talking about, sir?  Here's two of us, and there's our poor
chaps dropping before these niggers' spears.  Come on, sir!  I must
speak, for I feel it's our duty to be there."

"Yes, Pete," replied the subaltern in a voice that he hardly knew as his
own; and rising clear of the bushes, he made his way to where he could
dimly make out the figure of Minnie kneeling beneath the attap roof.

"Minnie," he whispered, "our men are fighting to defend the station, and
our place is there.  Tell the Malay to get the boat across to a spot
where you will be safe.  Don't ask me to stay.  I can't."  Turning from
the girl as she made a snatch at his hand, "Now, Pete," he said, and
grasping the gun, he sprang over the side into the shallow water, and
then, as he dragged himself out by the help of the nearest bush, a quick
panting from the gloom around told him that Peter was by his side.  Then
old discipline asserted itself.  "Forward!  Double!" he cried; and
falling into step, the two lads ran almost blindly in the direction of
the shouting and yells, which acted as their guides to the quarter where
the conflict was going on.

Those next minutes were to the lads like a brief period of blind
confusion, and at one time they were hurrying between trees where the
smoke was thickest, rising from places where firing was going on and the
mist hung low but seemed to be lightened here and there by the
flickering of fire, whose pungent odour of burning wood assailed their
nostrils.  Then Archie was conscious of finding himself rushing through
a crowd, at whom he struck right and left with the barrels of his gun,
and of hearing a piercing yell somewhere to his right, followed by a
grim, stem voice growling:

"You've got it, then!"

And at last, with a bound, the two lads stumbled, nearly fell, and then
leaped together over a rough breast-work, and fell heavily amongst the
dimly seen defenders who were left.

"Friends--friends!" yelled Peter, and then, "Mister Archie, sir, where
are you?  Ah!  That's done it!"  For no reply came in answer from his
panting companion, who was being partly held up by one of those whom he
had joined, and who gasped out a cheer.

"That's right!  Hooray it is!" cried Peter.  "Here, give us a rifle.
I've got a bayonet."  And Archie heard the _click, click_ of the keen
weapon being fixed.

This brought back his failing powers, and the next minute, finding
himself in the little line of defenders who were dimly seen in the smoke
that was floating from the levelled Residency, he raised the gun he
still clung to, tired twice into the bearers of so many bristling
spears, and began to load again, asking himself the question, "Are the
cartridges wet?"

The little, hurriedly thrust-in rolls answered for themselves with two
more sharp reports, and these four shots resulted in checking the
enemy's advance and in raising a wildly exultant, though feeble, cheer
from the defenders along the little line; for, trifling as was the
addition to the failing force, the shots seemed to give as much
encouragement to the enfeebled men as dismay to their enemy.

"Fire, sir--fire, Mister Archie!  Don't stop to aim, sir!" panted Peter.
"I've got a lot more ready.  Fire till the barrels are too hot to
hold!"  And, trembling with excitement the while, Archie fired as fast
as he could drag the cartridges from the pockets where they lay.

And as he fired again and again the Malay attacking party hung back,
dropped a little more to the rear, and began turning their spears into
missiles, which began to whistle past the defenders, who were finding
their voices more and more, and cheered hoarsely.

"Here y'are, sir!  Old England for ever!" cried Peter.  "I've got about
a couple of dozen handy.  Ketch hold."

"Who's that firing?" came in a familiar voice from Archie's right.
"You, Maine!  Great heavens!  I thought--Here, distribute some of your
cartridges to the men."

"No use, sir.  This is a shot-gun," panted Archie hoarsely; and he fired
again twice, snatched at a fresh supply from Peter, and was in the act
of closing the breech again, when the Major exclaimed:

"Stand fast, my lads!  It has given you a rest.  Bayonets!"

There was another cheer at this, and the men stood fast as ever--a
dwindling party, hard beset, of the defenders of the mess-room veranda,
their breast-work for the most part consisting of the bodies of the
slain.

"Steady, my lads!  Close up!" cried the Major.--"That you, Sir Charles?
Good!  I didn't know you could use a bayonet like that."

There was a tremendous yell from the front now, and it became plain that
the enemy had recovered from the check given by the recrudescence of the
long-stopped firing, little though it was, and were now coming forward
in greater force.

"Close up, my lads!" he said again.  "God save the Queen!"

The cheer that burst forth was only faint, but it was true as the
British steel with which the men stood ready to deliver their final
thrusts.

"The last two, Mister Archie!" panted Peter in a low tone.  "Let 'em
have 'em, sir, and then be ready.  I've got another rifle and bay'net.
Fire, and chuck the Doctor's gun at them and hooroar!  We will die
game!"

"Close up!" roared the Major desperately, as he stood sword in hand,
ready to give point.  "Stand fast, and let the black-hearted cowards
spit themselves upon your bayonets.--What's that?" he cried.

"A fresh body of 'em, sir, coming round to right and left."

"That you with your bad news, Sergeant?" cried the Major
half-laughingly.  "Good-bye, my lad!  Good man!  Brave soldier!  But
we've done our best, and they'll say it was bravely done at home.--Form
square!  Rally!" he roared, as he now raised his sword on high.--"Well
done, subaltern--and you too, boy," he added, as right and left, with
lowered rifles, Archie and Peter helped to close him in.

Yell, yell, yell, came in a savage roar, as, like a dark wave flashed
with scarlet and amber yellow, two lines of spear--armed Malays in
admirable military order charged round the two angles of the mess-room
right and left; and as the tiny square stood firm, it was to see the
new-comers dash wildly past and tear away right before them in a fierce
charge upon the advancing enemy, whose attack that had meant the
extinction of the brave defenders was now turned into a repetition of
the sham-fight's rout, as they scattered in wild retreat across the
parade-ground and made for the jungle.

The defenders stood, with presented blood-stained bayonets, in
bewildered silence for a time, and too much astounded to cheer as they
watched the smart, bright military charge of the new enemy, for it
seemed impossible to believe that these were others than a fresh party
who were making some terrible mistake.

They watched then as the fresh, bright line with glittering spears tore
on, driving the enemy before them, till the latter began to plunge in
amongst the jungle trees, or made for one or other of the paths, when
all at once a wild, shrill cry rang out, and, as if by magic, the new,
well-drilled force stopped short as though in obedience to the loud,
familiar sound of a British bugle.  This was answered by two more, one
from the path nearest to the river, the other away from the direction of
the village campong; and in response to these three calls came as many
crashing volleys, while as the smoke arose it was to display a motley
crowd of the enemy returning in wild excitement, driven back by the
check, to be met in their retreat by the spears of their new foes.

What followed was a short and desperate encounter, in which the retiring
foe turned wildly again to reach the shelter of the jungle, but only to
meet the quick, scattering fire of the advancing detachments, which, as
if from some carefully planned manoeuvre, but which Peter called chance,
were now advancing in the nick of time.

The fight was over, for, hemmed in now, Rajah Suleiman's despairing
force threw down their arms in appeal for mercy, crushed, beaten,
half-destroyed.

Trapped by Malays--by George Manville Fenn



CHAPTER FORTY SIX.

"HOO-RAY!"

In the midst of the wild bursts of cheering given out again and again by
the rescued men, wounded (who were many) and sound (who were very few),
to those who had succoured them in their direful time of need--shouts
that were echoed and re-echoed by the wearied and weather-worn comrades
warmly shaking hands and almost ready to embrace old friends--there were
other meetings and heart-stirring incidents.  Not the least interesting
was that in which the commanding officers of the three detachments were
in turn grasping the hand of the quiet-looking young leader of the
well-drilled Malays who had come up from the rear and literally flung
back Rajah Suleiman's savage warriors on to the bayonets of the
returning force.

"I don't know how to thank you enough, sir," said Captain Down.

"Nor I, sir," said Lieutenant Durham.

"You, Ripsy," cried Captain Down again--"you understand these things
better than we do.  Did you ever witness a better advance and charge?
You saw it, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," said the old Sergeant, "just as we were all out of breath
and were struggling out of the jungle path."

"Well, say something to the Prince, man."

"No speaker, sir," said the Sergeant-Major gruffly; "but I should have
been a proud man if I had had the drilling of such a body of men."

"Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen," said the young chief, "it is all imitation,
and the teaching of an old non-com, whom I have had with me ever since I
came back from England.  Only too glad to have come in time.  But I
should like to say a few words to Major Knowle and Sir Charles Dallas
before we retire to my boats."

"Oh, we will talk about that by-and-by," cried Captain Down.  "I see
they have been playing havoc here while we have been tricked and deluded
into following no end of false and lying guides who professed to lead us
to the place where Suleiman and his men were retiring before us.  Come
along.  Good heavens!  I had no idea that the Major had been pressed
like this.  The Residency gone, too!  And look, Durham--it was time we
came!"

The officers and the young Rajah quickened their steps across the
parade-ground, dotted now with fallen Malays, wounded and dead in the
final _melee_; and Captain Down uttered a groan as he ran to grasp the
hand of his chief, who took a step or two forward by the help of his
blunted and rusted sword, while the relics of the defenders stood round,
cheering hoarsely and feebly, and trying to cheer again, but breaking
down in the effort and lapsing into silence, each man craning forward
eagerly to listen to what was said.

"We had no messages, sir, from headquarters, or we should have been back
long before.  All we could gather was that the Rajah was fleeing before
us; and Durham was told the same.  Here--the Sergeant too.  He was led
on and on by people who showed him the tracks of Suleiman's elephants,
and--"

"No more--no more," said the Major hoarsely.  "I knew you'd have come,
and that there must be some good reason.  I thank Heaven that it was no
worse, for in my despair I was ready to agree with my true comrade here,
Sir Charles Dallas, that each detachment had been led into some trap,
and my brave lads slaughtered to a man.  As you see, we have had pretty
well to fight to the death, and I'm too weak and ready for the Doctor's
hands to grasp everything.  I want to know, though," he added feebly,
"how it is that this brave little native force came to us at the last
pinch and turned our defeat into a victory."

"What! don't you know, sir?" cried Captain Down excitedly.--"Here, Rajah
Hamet, speak for yourself."

"Rajah Hamet!" cried the Major and Sir Charles in a breath; and the
young man took a step forward as the group of officers drew back to give
him place.

"Oh, don't say anything, Major," said the young man, smiling.  "I have
always been your friend, but, somehow, your caution and the malignant
lies and jealousy of an old enemy made you distrust me.  But there, I
remember a Latin saying at my English school.  It was, to speak no evil
of the dead."

"The dead!" said Sir Charles, who looked startled.

"Yes, sir, of the dead--the man who plotted to rob me of my country, and
make you believe in him and mistrust me."

"But you said dead," cried Sir Charles, who spoke with difficulty, as he
supported a wounded arm with a bleeding and roughly bandaged hand.

"Yes, sir.  Rajah Suleiman died bravely in his final charge."

"Are you sure of that?" said Sir Charles excitedly.

"Yes, sir; I saw him fall.  But one word, Sir Charles: I should like to
hear from your own lips that you believe in me now."

"Believe in you, Prince!  You have proved that my suspicions have all
been wrong.  I ask your forgiveness, sir; and let me be the first to
hail you as the new Rajah of Suleiman's dominions, combined with your
own."

"You mean this, Sir Charles?" cried the young man, who for the moment
lost his calm, Eastern composure.

"Mean it, sir?  I repeat it in the name of Her Majesty the Queen, whose
representative I am.--Yes, what is it, Major?--Quick, some one--the
Doctor!  He is fainting."

"No, no," said the Major feebly; "only a little overcome.  Water, from
the Doctor's well.  Don't fetch him.  He has too many brave fellows to
attend to yonder.  Ah! thanks, Rajah.  You carry a water-bottle, then,
as we do."

"I was never more glad to follow a good old English custom than now."

"Ah!" cried the Major, after a hearty draught.  "That's like new life.
I had half-forgotten.  Everything's been swimming round me.  Now tell
me, some one--you, Sergeant--did not Mr Maine come suddenly upon us, as
if from the dead, to help us at the last?"

"Yes, sir; and young Pegg as well," said the wounded Sergeant, saluting,
as he supported himself upon the rifle and broken bayonet he held.
"But--"

"Ah!" cried the Major excitedly.  "Don't say that--"

"No, sir, I hope it's not that," said the Sergeant huskily; "but they
were both amongst the missing as I tried to call the roll."

"Wrong, Sergeant!" cried a husky voice, and all turned and saw a
grim-looking private sitting with his bandaged head resting upon one
hand.

"What do you know, then, Joe Smithers?"

"Only here they come," growled the poor fellow, as he flung up his
disengaged hand and cried, "Hoo--"

He meant to say "Hooray," but his feeble voice was drowned in a fresh
burst of cheers, as from the direction of the Doctor's bungalow Minnie
Heath appeared, nominally led by Archie and Peter Pegg, but partly
supporting them as they tottered on either side.

At that moment a wild cry of joy rang out, and Joe Smithers's wife, who
had dropped a great brass lotah of clear, cold water which she had been
to fetch from the Doctor's well, hurried in to announce that the
commanding officer was down, and had brought the Doctor with his wife to
attend to their brave old friend.

Poor Archie and Peter had to snatch at the nearest hands, as, with a cry
of joy, Minnie sprang to her aunt; while, after an interval devoted to
embrace and welcome, the Doctor turned to Archie and began to examine
his hurts.

"Quiet, sir!" he cried, as he passed a hand hastily across his
screwed-up eyes.  "I've no time for all this nonsense with all these
wounded on my hands.  I've kissed her, boy, and said I was glad; and her
aunt and Sir Charles here will do all the rest.  Now, Archie, my lad, no
nonsense; lean on me.  Do you think I've been wounded too?  I haven't a
scratch.  I say you shall have first turn, and--I say, wasn't I right
when I prescribed that day?  Do you feel anything like a boy now?"

"Oh, I say, Doctor, don't!"

"What!" cried the Doctor, purposely misunderstanding him.  "What! going
to play the woman?  Bah!  I'm going to hurt you far more than that."

THE END.








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