pulling hard at our oars, we rowed up the river, along the shore and so near it that the shadows of the mangroves almost concealed us. my breath came in quick, hard gasps; the sweat started from my body and dripped down my face; every muscle ached from violent exertion. as i dizzily reeled, i saw, as if it were carved out of wood or stone, gleazen's staring, motionless face thrust forth squarely in front of my own. then i flopped forward and gleazen himself caught the oar from my hands.
we had taken the gig for our expedition, because it was light and fast; but although we carried four oars, we used only two of them, mainly because it had been gleazen's whim to load our baggage between the after thwarts, so that while two men rowed for comparatively short spells, the others could take their ease in bow and stern. and indeed, had our plan to set forth with utmost secrecy not gone awry, it would have been a comfortable enough arrangement.
i had not dreamed that gleazen was so strong; he set a stroke that no ordinary oarsman could maintain; and when abe guptil lost time and reeled on the thwart, matterson slipped into his place and fairly lifted the boat on the water.
of course we could not keep up such a pace for long; but the hard work in a way relieved our anxiety, as hard work does when one is troubled; and after each of us, including uncle seth, had taken his turn at the oars until he was dog-tired, we settled down to a saner, steadier stroke, and[pg 202] thus began in earnest the long journey that was to be the last stage of our pilgrimage.
by watching the gray lane overhead, where the arching trees failed to meet above the river, since it was literally too dark to see the water, we were able to mark out our course; and skirting the tangled and interwoven roots as nearly as we could, we doggedly fought our way against the current to the monotonous rhythm of swinging oars, loud breathing, and hoarse grunts. the constant whisper of the river so lulled me, weary as i was, that by and by my head drooped, and the next thing that i knew was a hand on my shoulder and a voice at my ear calling me to take my turn at rowing.
i woke slowly and saw that abe guptil like me was rubbing his eyes, and that my uncle and arnold lamont were lying fast asleep on the bottom of the boat.
"come, come," said gleazen, quietly. "see, now! mr. matterson and i've brought us well on our way. come, get up and row till it is fairly light. wake us then, and we'll haul the boat up and lie in hiding for the day."
matterson handed over his oar without a word, and abe and i fell to our task.
as the dawn grew and widened in the east, we could see how thickly the roots of the mangroves intertwined. from the ends of the limbs small "hangers," like ropes, grew down and took root in the ground. the trees, thus braced and standing from six to twelve feet in air on their network of tangled, interwoven roots, were the oddest i had ever seen.
after a time we came to a large stretch of bush, where innumerable small palms were crowded together so thickly that among them an object would have been completely invisible, even in broad day, at a distance of six feet. in the midst of the bush a great tree grew, and in the top of[pg 203] it a band of monkeys was swinging and racing and chattering in the pale light. in an undertone i spoke to abe about the monkeys, and he, too, still rowing, turned his head to watch them. then, at the very moment when we were intent on their antics, a new mood seemed to come over them.
i cannot well describe the change, because at first it was so subtle that i felt it, as much as saw it, and i was inclined to doubt if abe would notice it at all. yet as i watched the little creatures, which had now ceased their chattering, i suddenly realized that the boat was beginning to drift with the current. by common impulse, attracted by the very same thing, both abe and i had stopped rowing.
as i leaned forward and again swung out my oar, abe touched my arm. "hush!" he whispered. "wait! listen!"
pausing with arms outstretched, ready to throw all my strength into the catch, i listened and heard a faint crack, as of a broken stick, under the tree in which a moment since the monkeys had been hard at play.
we exchanged glances.
i now realized that daylight, coming with the swiftness that is characteristic of it in the tropics, had taken us unawares. the sun had risen and found abe and me so intent on a band of monkeys playing in a tree, that we had neglected to wake the others.
i put out my hand and leaned over the bags to touch gleazen, the nearest of the sleepers, when abe again pressed my arm. turning, i saw that his finger was at his lips. although his gesture puzzled me, i obeyed it, and we remained silent for a minute or two while the current carried the boat farther and farther downstream.
every foot that we drifted back meant labor lost, and[pg 204] i was so sorely tempted to put an end to our silence that i was on the point of speaking out, when, distinctly, unmistakably, we heard another crackle in the bush.
"pull," abe whispered, "pull, joe, as hard as you can."
i leaned back against my oar, heard the water gurgle from under it, saw bubbles go floating down past the stern, and knew that by one stroke we had stopped our drifting. with a second swing of the long blades, we sent the boat once more up against the current. now we got back into the old rhythm and went on past the dense palms, until we again came to the tangled roots of mangroves.
laying hold of one of the roots, abe whispered, "wake 'em, joe!"
they woke testily, and with no thanks to us, even though it was by their orders that we called them.
in reply to their questions we told them the whole story, from the strange hush that came over the monkeys to the second crackling among the palms; but they appeared not to take our apprehensions seriously.
"belike it was a snake," said o'hara, "a big feller, them big fellers will scare a monkey into fits."
"or some kind of an animal," said gleazen, curtly. "didn't i say we was to be called at daylight? when i say a thing i mean it." he impatiently turned from us to his intimates. "how about it, bud; shall we haul up here for the day?"
"belike it was only a snake," o'hara replied, "but 'twas near, despite of that. push on, i say."
there was something in the expression of his face as he stared downstream that made me even more uneasy than before.
"not so! the niggers will see us in the open and end us there and then," interposed matterson. "moreover, unless[pg 205] the place has changed with the times, there's a town a scant three miles ahead."
"belike 'twas only a serpent," o'hara doggedly repeated, "but 'tis no place for us here. let us fare on just half a mile up stream t'other side the river, in the mouth of the little creek that makes in there, and, me lads, let us get there quickly."
as we once more began to row, i was confident that o'hara's talk of a great serpent was poppy-cock for us and for uncle seth, and that in any case neither gleazen nor matterson nor o'hara cared a straw about a serpent half a mile away. at the time i would have given much to know just what shrewd guess they had made at the cause of that strange crackling; but they dismissed the subject absolutely, which probably was as well for all concerned; and refusing to speak of it again, they urged abe and me to our rowing until at their direction we bore across the current and slipped through the trailing branches of the trees, and through the thick bushes and dangling vines, into the well-hidden mouth of a little creek.
by then the sun was shining hotly and i was glad enough to lean on my oar and get my breath.
all that day we lay in the thick vegetation of the creek, which to a certain extent shielded us from the sun, although the warm, damp air became almost unendurable. much of the time we slept, but always one or another of us was posted as a guard, and at high noon an alarm called us to our weapons.
o'hara, who happened to be standing watch, woke us without a sound, one after another, by touching us with his hand.
for a while we saw only the great trees, the sluggish creek, the slow river, and the interwoven vines; then we[pg 206] heard voices, and into our sight there swept a long canoe manned by naked negroes, who swung their paddles strongly and went racing past us down the river.
how, i wondered, had o'hara known that they were coming? human ears could not have heard their voices as far away as they must have been when he woke us.
it was evident, when the blacks had gone, that matterson and o'hara had made sense of their mumbled gutteral speech.
"i warned ye," o'hara whispered, glaring at matterson and gleazen. "had we waited, now, say only a month, they'd not be scouring the river in search of us."
"pfaw! niggers with bows and arrows," gleazen scornfully muttered.
"yes, niggers with bows and arrows," o'hara returned. "but i'd no sooner die by an arrow than by a musket-ball."
"die? who's talking o' dying?" gleazen whispered. and calmly laying himself down again, he once more closed his eyes.
"sure, and i'd not be one to talk o' dying," o'hara murmured, as he resumed his guard with a musket across his knees, "was not the curse o' rash companions upon me."
matterson, holding aloof from their controversy, solemnly looked from one of the two to the other. there was that in his eyes which i did not like to see—not fear, certainly, but a look of understanding, which convinced me that o'hara had the right of it.
and now seth upham, who had followed all this so sleepily that he did not more than half understand the significance of what had occurred, as of old spoke up sharply, even pompously. in that confused state between sleeping and waking his mind seemed to have gone back to some[pg 207] mood of months before. "that's all nonsense, o'hara; we're safe enough. gleazen's right." his words fairly shattered the silence of the marshy woods.
he was the first of us to speak in an ordinarily loud voice, and almost before he had finished his sentence a bird about as big as a crow and as black as jet except for its breast and neck, which were snowy white, rose from a tree above us, and with a cry that to me sounded for all the world like a crow cawing, circled high in the air.
hot with anger, o'hara struck seth upham on the mouth with his open hand.
that it had been arrant folly for my uncle thus to speak aloud, i knew as well as any other; and the bird circling above us and crying out in its slow flight was liable to draw upon us an attack from heaven only knew what source and quarter. but that o'hara or any other should openly strike the man who in his own way had been so kind to me was something that i could not endure, and my own temper flamed up as hotly as ever did o'hara's.
quick as a flash i caught his wrist, even before he had withdrawn his hand, and jerked him from the thwart to his knees. with a devilish gleam in his eye, he threw off my grip and clubbed his musket.
before i could draw my pistol he would have brained me, had not matterson, with no desire whatever to save me from such a fate, but apparently only eager to have a hand in the affair, seized me from behind, lifted me bodily from my seat, and plunged me down out of sight into the creek.
of what followed, i know only by hearsay, for i was too much occupied with saving myself from drowning to observe events in the boat. but the creek was comparatively shallow, and getting my feet firmly planted on bottom, i pushed up my head and breathed deeply.
meanwhile it seems that arnold lamont quietly thrust his knife a quarter of an inch through the skin between two of matterson's ribs, thus effectually distracting his attention, while abe guptil deftly caught o'hara's clubbed musket in his hands and wrenched it away.
as i hauled myself back into the boat, gleazen sat up and stared, first at the others who, now that matterson had knocked arnold's knife to one side, were momentarily deadlocked, then at me dripping from my plunge, then at seth upham upon whose white face the marks of o'hara's hand still showed red.
"between you," he whispered angrily, "you will have half the niggers in africa upon us."
"he talked," o'hara muttered, pointing at uncle seth.
"you struck him," i retorted.
"'twas a bird told me they was coming by. 'twill be that bird surely will tell them we are here."
arnold and abe and i glared angrily at o'hara and matterson and gleazen, but by common consent we dropped the brief quarrel, and when, after an anxious time of waiting, the canoe had not reappeared, we again lay down to sleep.
yet i saw that uncle seth's hand was trembling and that he was not so calm as he tried to appear; and i knew that, although we might go on with a semblance of tolerance, even of friendship, the rift in our little party had grown vastly wider.
waking at nightfall, we made our evening meal of such cooked provisions as we had brought from the adventure, and pushed through the screen of dense branches, and out on the strongly running, silent river. again we bent to the oars and rowed interminably on against the stream and into the black darkness.
that night we passed a town with wattled houses and[pg 209] thatched roofs rising in tall cones high on the riverbank, and a building that o'hara said was a barre or courthouse. in the town, we saw against the sky, which the rising moon now lighted, a few orange trees and palms, and under it, close beside the bank of the river, we indistinctly made out a boat, which, gleazen whispered, was very likely loaded with camwood and ivory. we passed it in the shadow of the opposite shore, rowing softly because we were afraid that someone might be sleeping on the cargo to guard it, and went by and up the river till the pointed roofs of the houses were miles astern.
o'hara and gleazen and matterson talked together, and part of their talk was bickering among themselves, and part was of the man bull who, all alone in the wilderness, was waiting for us somewhere in the jungle, and part was in spanish, which i could not understand. but when they talked in spanish, they looked keenly at arnold and abe and me, and i found comfort then in thinking that, although arnold and i now had no chance to exchange confidences, he was hearing and remembering every word of their conversation. and all the time that i watched them, i was thinking of the girl at the mission.
remembering my talk with arnold long ago, when i had expressed so poor an opinion of all womankind, i felt at once a little amused at myself and a little sheepish. who would have thought that, at almost my first sight of the despised continent of africa, i should see a girl whose face i could not forget? that when she spoke to me for the first time, her low, firm voice would so fasten itself upon my memory, that i should hear it in my dreams both sleeping and waking?
poor uncle seth! never offering to take an oar, never exchanging a word with any of the rest of us, he sat with his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. gleazen and[pg 210] matterson had dropped even their unkindly humorous pretense of deferring to him. in our little band of adventurers he who had once been so assertive, so brimful of importance, had become the merest nonentity.
all that night we went up the river, and all the next day we lay concealed among the mangroves; but about the following midnight we came to a place where the banks were higher and the current swifter. here o'hara stood up in the bow of the boat and studied the shore and ordered us now to row, now to rest. for all of two miles we advanced thus, and heartily tired of his orders we were, when he directed us to veer sharply to larboard and enter a small creek, along the banks of which tall water-grass grew right down to the channel.
there was barely room for the boat to pass along the stream between the forests of grass which grew in the water on the two sides; but as we advanced, the tall grass disappeared, and the stream itself became narrower and swifter, and the banks became higher. the country, we now saw, was heavily timbered, and we occasionally came to logs, which we had to pry out of the way before we could pass. one moment we would be in water up to our necks, another we would be poling the boat along with the oars, until at last we grounded on a bar over which only a runlet gurgled.
there was a suggestion of dawn in the east, which revealed above and beyond the wood a line of low, bare hills; but when i looked at the wood itself, through which we must find our way, my courage oozed out by every pore and left me wishing from the bottom of my heart that i were safe at sea with gideon north.
piling all our goods on the bank, we hid the boat in the bushes and made camp.
"hard upon daylight, well be starting," said o'hara,[pg 211] hoarsely. "sleep is it, you ask? don't that give you your while of sleep? be about it. by dark, we'll reach him surely; and if not, we'll be in the very shadow of the hill."
the man was all a-quiver with excitement. he jerked his shoulders and twitched his fingers and rolled his eyes. matterson and gleazen, too, were softly laughing as they stepped a little apart from the rest of us.
i looked at arnold.
he stood with one hand raised. "what was that?" he asked in a low voice.
very faintly,—very, very far away,—we heard just such a yell as we had heard that night when in defiance of the wizard's warning we left the adventure.
coming to our ears at the particular moment when we most firmly believed that by consummate craft we had so concealed our progress up the river as to escape every prying eye and deceive every hostile black, it both taunted us and threatened us. three times we heard it, faintly, then silence, deep and ominous, ensued.
