CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
TOMATI ESCAPES.
"Have they been rowing--I mean paddling--all night, Jem?" said Don, ashe looked back and saw the long line of canoes following the one he wasin.
"S'pose so, my lad. Seems to me they can go to sleep and keep on, justas old Rumble's mare used to doze away in the carrier's cart, all buther legs, which used to keep on going. Them chaps, p'r'aps, goes tosleep all but their arms."
A terrible gnawing sensation was troubling Don now, as he looked eagerlyabout to see that they were going swiftly along the coast line; fortheir captors had roused themselves with the coming of day, and sent thecanoes forward at a rapid rate for about an hour, until they ran theirlong narrow vessels in upon the beach and landed, making their prisonersdo the same, close by the mouth of a swift rocky stream, whose brightwaters came tumbling down over a series of cascades.
Here it seemed as if a halt was to be made for resting, and aftersatisfying their own thirst, leave was given to the unhappy prisoners toassuage theirs, and then a certain amount of the food found in thevarious huts was served round.
"Better than nothing, Mas' Don," said Jem, attacking his portion withthe same avidity as was displayed by his fellow-prisoners. "'Tarn'tgood, but it'll fill up."
"Look, Jem!" whispered Don; "isn't that Tomati?"
Jem ceased eating, and stared in the direction indicated by Don.
"Why, 'tis," he whispered. "Don't take no notice, lad, or they'll stopus, but let's keep on edging along till we get to him. Will you gofirst, or follow me?"
"I'll follow you," whispered Don; and Jem began at once by changing hisposition a little as he went on eating. Then a little more, Donfollowing, till they had placed a group of the miserable,apathetic-looking women between them and the warriors.
These women looked at them sadly, but made no effort to speak, only satwatching them as they crept on and on till they were close upon therecumbent figure which they had taken to be the tattooed Englishman.
"Why, if this is so easy, Mas' Don," said Jem, "why couldn't we getright among the trees and make for the woods?"
"Hush! Some one may understand English, and then our chance would begone. Go on."
Another half-dozen yards placed them close beside the figure they hadsought to reach, and as he lay beside him, Don touched the poor fellowon the breast.
"Tomati!" he whispered, "is that you?"
The man turned his head feebly round and stared vacantly--so changedthat for a moment they were in doubt.
But the doubt was soon solved, for the poor wounded fellow said with asmile,--
"Ay, my lad; I was--afraid--you were--done for."
"No, no; not much hurt," said Don. "Are you badly wounded?"
Tomati nodded.
"Can I do anything for you?"
"No," was the reply, feebly given. "It's all over with me at last; theywill fight--and kill one another. I've tried--to stop it--no use."
Jem exchanged glances with Don, for there was something terrible in theEnglish chiefs aspect.
"Where are they taking us?" said Don, after a pause.
"Down to Werigna--their place. But look here, don't stop to be takenthere. Go off into the woods and journey south farther than they go.Don't stay."
"Will they kill us if we stay?" whispered Don.
"Yes," said Tomati, with a curious look. "Run for it--both."
"But we can't leave you."
Tomati smiled, and was silent for a few minutes.
"You will not--leave me," he whispered, as he smiled sadly. "I--shallescape."
"I am glad," whispered Don. "But Ngati?--where is Ngati?"
"Crawled away up the mountain. Badly wounded, but he got away."
"Then he has escaped," whispered Don joyfully.
"Yes. So must you," said Tomati, shivering painfully. "Good lads,both."
"I don't like to leave you," said Don again.
"Ah! That's right. Don, my lad, can you take hold--of my hand--andsay--a prayer or two. I'm going--to escape."
A thrill of horror ran through Don as he caught hold of the Englishman'sicy hand, and the tears started to his eyes as in a broken voice herepeated the old, old words of supplication; but before his lips hadformed half the beautiful old prayer and breathed it into the poorfellow's ear, Don felt his hand twitched spasmodically, and one of thechiefs shouted some order.
"Down, Mas' Don! Lie still!" whispered Jem. "They're ordering 'em intothe boat again. Think we could crawl into the bush from here?"
"No, Jem; it would be impossible."
"So it would, lad, so it would; but as he said, poor chap, we must taketo the woods. Think any of these would come with us?"
Don shook his head despairingly, as he longed to look in Tomati's faceagain, but he dared not stir.
A few minutes later they were once more in the leading canoe, which wasbeing urged rapidly over the smooth sea, and it was a long time beforeDon could frame the words he wished to say. For whenever he tried tospeak there was a strange choking sensation in his throat, and he endedby asking the question mutely as he gazed wildly in his companion'sface.
"Tomati, Mas' Don?" said Jem sadly.
Don nodded.
"Ah, I thought that was what you meant, my lad. Didn't you understandhim when he spoke?"
"No--yes--I'm afraid I did," whispered back Don.
"Yes, you did, my lad. He meant it, and he knew it. He has got away."
Don gazed wildly in Jem's eyes, and then bent his head low down to hidethe emotion he felt, for it was nothing to him then that the Englishchief was an escaped convict from Norfolk Island. He had been a truefriend and defender to them both; and Don in his misery, pain, andstarvation could only ask himself whether that was the way that he mustescape--the only open road.
It was quite an hour before he spoke again, and then hardly above hisbreath.
"Jem," he said, "shall we ever see our dear old home again?"
Jem looked at him wistfully, and tried to answer cheerily, but thepaddles were flashing in the sun, and the canoe was bearing them fartherand farther away to a life of slavery, perhaps to a death of such horrorthat he dared not even think of it, much less speak.
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