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by G. A. Henty


  “Drop back, and tell the four troopers that on no account are they to fire, unless I give them the order.”

  Presently the Malays came to a stop, and the officer hurried back to Harry.

  “We have heard the sound of footsteps in the wood, and one of my men says he saw a man running among the trees.”

  “It may have been some wild beast,” Harry said. “There are plenty of them in the wood, I hear, and your man may have been mistaken in thinking that he saw a human figure. And even if it was so, it might be some villager who, on hearing us, has left the path, thinking us to be enemies.”

  “It may be that,” the officer said, when the words were translated to him. “But it is more likely that he was posted there to watch the path, and that he has gone to tell his band that a party is approaching.”

  “Even if it were so,” Harry said, “the band may be only a small one.”

  The officer moved forward, and joined his men. Half an hour later, without the slightest warning, a shower of spears flew from among the trees; followed immediately afterwards by a rush of dark figures. Several of the Malay escort were at once cut down. The rest fled, at full speed.

  Harry saw that resistance would be hopeless, and would only ensure their destruction. He therefore called to his followers to remain quiet. The four bearers, however, threw down their burdens, and fled at full speed down the path, just as a number of Malays poured out on either side.

  They were evidently struck with the appearance of Harry and his followers; but were about to rush upon them, when a chief ran forward and shouted, to them, to abstain from attacking the strangers. Then he walked up to Harry, who was evidently the chief of the party.

  “Who are you, white man?” he asked, “and where are you going?”

  The interpreter replied that they were going on a visit of ceremony to the Rajah of Johore.

  “We are his enemies,” the chief said, “and now you must come with us.”

  “This lord—” the interpreter began, but the chief waved his hand for him to be silent.

  He waited for a quarter of an hour, by which time he was joined by that portion of his followers which had pursued the Malays. Many of them carried human heads in their hands and, by the number of these, Harry saw that very few of his native escort could have escaped. The chief ordered his men to pick up the packages that had been thrown down by the bearers, and then turned off into the forest.

  After a quarter of an hour’s walk, they arrived at the spot where a still-smoking fire showed that the band had halted. No pause was made, however, and the party kept on their way and, in two hours’ time, reached the foot of a high range of mountains that had been visible from the coast. The climb was a severe one but, in another hour, they came out upon a flat plateau. Here, in a small village, a considerable body of men were gathered; who hailed the arrival of their comrades, with their ghastly triumphs of victory, with loud shouts.

  The chief of the band led his captives to a hut, somewhat superior in appearance to the others, in front of which stood a man whose bright attire and ornaments showed him to be a chief of importance.

  “Who is this white man,” he asked, “and these soldiers who are with him?”

  The officer repeated the description that he had received from the interpreter, whom he pointed out.

  “Why was this white man going to Johore?” he asked.

  “He was sent by the white lord of India, my lord.”

  “Ask him why he was sent?”

  “I was sent to Johore to ask the rajah if he would grant a trading station to the English.”

  “We want no English on our coast,” the chief said. “There are the Dutch, at Malacca—some day we will turn them out.

  “So he was bringing presents to Johore, was he?”

  “Yes, my lord; these are the parcels,” and he beckoned up the men who carried them.

  These approached, and humbly laid them at the rajah’s feet.

  “I have to report, my lord, that there were twenty of Johore’s men with him. These we killed.”

  “Did the white man and his soldiers aid them?”

  “No, my lord. They stood quiet, and offered no resistance, therefore I brought them to you.”

  “You did well. You are sure that none of the Johore men escaped, to carry off the news that we were here?”

  “Quite certain. We have the heads of twenty men, and their officer.”

  “Good! I will examine these things. Put the white man and this Malay into a hut, and the four soldiers into another.

  “Who is this other man, who is dressed differently?”

  “He is the white officer’s servant,” the interpreter said.

  “Well, he can go with his master, then.”

  The four troopers were led off in one direction, and Harry and the others in another. It was a hut roughly constructed of bamboos, thatched with broad leaves, while the entrance had no door. The interpreter did not carry arms; those of Harry and Abdool had been removed.

  “Things have turned out badly, Abdool,” Harry said.

  “Very badly, sahib. I do not like the look of that rajah.”

  “Nor do I, Abdool. I am convinced that he means mischief, and we must get away as soon as we can.

  “Have you got your knife with you? So have I. We must make a way out of the back of this hut.”

  A group of half a dozen Malays had taken their seats on the ground, at a distance of some fifteen yards from the entrance; but had posted no sentries. Behind it, as they were taken in, Harry noticed that there was a patch of grain, and beyond that rose the forest.

  “These knives are no good against bamboo, sahib.”

  “No, I know that; but we might cut these rattans which bind them together. In the first place, dig down with your knife, and see if the bamboos are sound underneath. They may have rotted there.

  “You and I will stand at the entrance,” he went on to the interpreter, “then they cannot see in.”

  “Bamboos are quite sound, sahib.”

  “Then we must try another way. First cut the rattans—but not in a line with the entrance, a few feet on one side.”

  The wood was extremely tough, and it was half an hour before Abdool could cut through them, and free three or four of the bamboo poles. While he was doing this, Harry and the interpreter stood talking together, apparently watching the movements of the Malays.

  “We are going to try and escape,” Harry said. “Will you go with us, or remain here? They will certainly kill us, if they overtake us; there is just a chance that they will not kill us, if we stay.”

  “They will kill us,” the man said, confidently. “It may not be today, because the rajah will be looking over his presents, and will be in a good temper; but tomorrow they will come in and kris us. Assuredly I will go with you.”

  When Abdool announced that he had cut through the rattans, Harry joined him, telling the interpreter to wait at the entrance till he called him.

  “What next, master?” Abdool asked.

  “The next thing will be to pull up the bamboos. If you have cut all their lashings, this ought not to be very difficult; but it will make it easier if we cut the ground away, as deep as we can, on this side of them.”

  Kneeling down, they set to work with their knives and, after half an hour’s work, they had laid bare the bottoms of four of the bamboos, which were sunk two feet into the ground.

  “Now, Abdool, we ought to get them up easily enough.”

  With their united strength they pulled up a bamboo, replaced it in its position and, one by one, got the other three up, put them in again, and lightly filled in the earth.

  “Now we can go, at a minute’s notice,” Harry said. “At any rate, we had better wait till it is dark.”

  The sun had just set, when they saw the rajah come out of his hut. He gave an order, and the four troopers were brought out, and placed in a line. Four natives took their places behind them, kris in hand.

  “They are goin
g to murder them!” Harry exclaimed, in horror.

  “Now, Abdool, there is not a moment to be lost; it will be our turn, next.”

  Their guards had all risen to their feet, watching what was going on. Three of the bamboos were plucked up in a moment. This afforded an opening sufficiently large for them to pass through and, keeping the hut between them and the guard, they made their way through the plantation, and dashed into the forest. They heard yells of satisfaction in the village, and Harry had no doubt that the four troopers had been murdered.

  They ran at full speed through the forest and, ten minutes later, heard loud shouts of dismay; and had no doubt that a party had been sent to take them out to execution, and had discovered their escape. It was already almost dark, under the thick shade of the trees; but for half an hour they ran on, the Malay in advance, for he could see any obstacles better than they could, the habits and training of his youth having given him experience in such work.

  For a time they had heard loud shouts behind them. These had been useful, in enabling them to keep a straight course. The Malay now turned, and struck off at right angles to the line that they had been pursuing.

  “We must keep on, for a time,” he said. “When they do not overtake us, they will scatter through the forest in all directions.”

  For hours they toiled on, sometimes at an easy walk, sometimes breaking into a run. At last the Malay admitted that, for the time, they were safe; and they threw themselves down upon the ground.

  “Tomorrow,” he said, “they will take up the search in earnest, and will track our footsteps. We had better take to a tree, now. It will not be safe to stay here.”

  The others cordially agreed as, for some time, they had heard the roars of wild beasts, which abounded in these forests; and Harry and Abdool had run with their open knives in their hands, prepared for a sudden attack.

  “The others will have gone back to the village, long ago,” the Malay said, when they had made themselves as comfortable as they could, in the forks of the tree, “except the men who were guarding us. They will not dare venture into the village, for they would fear the rajah’s anger, even more than death from a tiger. They will be first in the search, tomorrow morning.

  “Which way do you wish to go, my lord?”

  “I have been thinking it over, as we came. I think that our best plan will be to go on to Johore. Doubtless the road down the coast will be watched. How far from Johore do you think we are?”

  “Not very far,” the Malay said. “We have been going in that direction, ever since we first turned—not very straight, perhaps, but certainly in that direction. I think that we cannot be more than five or six miles from the town. It lies between the hills we crossed, and the higher ones beyond. We have been descending a little, all the time.”

  “I am afraid that Johore will not be very pleased to see us arriving empty handed, and to learn that the escort he sent us have all been killed. Still, the news that we bring him, that his enemies are not far off, will be useful to him; and we will offer to aid him in the defence of his town, if he is attacked. At any rate, it is a satisfaction to know that we have not very far to go, and have got so good a start of the fellows behind us that they are not likely to overtake us, before we get there.”

  More than once, during the night, they heard angry growling at the foot of the tree. Towards morning there was a scraping sound.

  “That is a leopard, sahib,” the Malay said, in alarm; “he is climbing the tree to get at us.”

  Abdool was sitting immediately below Harry, and the latter called to him to come up beside him.

  “Mount as high as you can, my lord,” the Malay said. “The trunk is not so rough, when you get higher; and the beast will find it harder to climb.”

  “We shall do better, here,” Harry said. “These two arms, nearly opposite to each other, are just the thing for us.

  “You go out to the end of one, Abdool, and I will go out to the end of the other. We will climb out as far as we can, and then he will have to follow us very slowly, whichever way he chooses. If he goes for you, I will follow him. If he comes my way, you follow him. When the bough gets thin he won’t be able to turn round, and the one behind can give him a sudden stab, which will make him leave go his hold.”

  By the time he had finished speaking, they were each far out on their respective branches, and the leopard was close to the fork. It paused a moment, looked at the two men and, after a moment’s hesitation, began to crawl out towards Abdool. Harry at once made his way back to the trunk, and then followed the animal.

  Abdool had gone out as far as he dared and, holding on tightly, swayed the end of the branch up and down. The leopard, as it approached him, was evidently disconcerted; and clung to the bough, which was scarcely six inches in diameter at the point it had reached. It snarled angrily, as it became conscious that it was being followed.

  Harry, feeling convinced that it could not turn, came fearlessly up to it, and then struck his knife into its loin. As the blade was but some four inches long, he had no hope of striking a vital point.

  The leopard uttered a roar, and tried to turn and strike at him with one of its forepaws; but the blade again penetrated to its full depth, this time on the other side and, with a start, it lost its footing, clung for a moment to the branch with its forepaws, and strove to regain its hold; but Harry brought his knife down, again and again, on one of its paws.

  Abdool, crawling in, quickly struck it under the shoulder and, a moment later, it released its hold and fell heavily through the foliage to the ground. For a time it was heard roaring, and then the sound came only at intervals, and at an increasing distance.

  “That was a good business, Abdool,” Harry said, as they returned to their former post, where the Malay rejoined them.

  “It was well done, indeed, sahib. When I heard the beast climbing the tree, it seemed to me that, as we had no weapons except these little knives, he would surely make an end of one of us.”

  The interpreter did not understand Mahratti, in which Abdool and Harry always conversed; but he said in Hindustani:

  “I have seen fights with leopards, my lord, but even with krises, two of my people would hesitate to attack one—they fear them more than tigers—but little did I think that two men, with small knives, could save their lives from one. My blood turned to water, as I saw the beast climbing out on that bough, and you going out after it.”

  “I have done a good deal of tiger and leopard hunting, in my time,” Harry said, “and know that a leopard cannot spring from a bough, unless it is a fairly stout one—stout enough for it to stand with all its paws upon it.

  “Well, the day is beginning to break. In half an hour’s time the sun will be up, and the wild beasts will have all retired to their lairs. I hope we shall see no more of them. It is all very well to fight under such advantages; but on foot, were a tiger hiding near a path, he would be sure to have one of us as we went along. Our knives would not do more than tickle him.”

  AT THE POINT OF THE BAYONET [Part 3]

  CHAPTER 12

  The Defence Of Johore

  Half an hour later, the little party were on their way. They were stiff, at first, from passing the night in a sitting attitude; but it was not long before they were able to break into a trot. This they kept up for an hour then, to their great satisfaction, the forest abruptly ceased, and they saw, at a distance of about a mile and a half, the little town of Johore, lying in cultivated fields that extended to the edge of the forest.

  They broke into a walk, for a short distance; and then continued at their former pace, for they could not tell how close their pursuers might be behind them. It was not long before they saw men at work in the fields. The interpreter shouted to them that a party of the enemy were not far behind and, throwing down their tools, they also made for the town, spreading the alarm as they went. Fresh and fleet footed, they arrived some minutes before Harry’s party and, as these entered the place, they found the whole populati
on in the street, the men armed with spears and krises.

  Asking the way, they soon reached the rajah’s palace, which consisted of a central house, round which a number of huts were built; the whole surrounded by a stone wall, some eight feet high. The rajah, when they arrived, was questioning some of his people as to the cause of this sudden alarm. He was greatly surprised at the sight of Harry, in his full uniform, attended only by one soldier and a native.

  “How comes it that you arrive like this?” he asked, angrily.

  “Explain what has happened,” Harry said, to the interpreter.

  The rajah’s brow darkened, as he heard how the escort he had sent down had been slain, to a man, on the previous day. But his excitement increased, when told that a strong force of his enemy was gathered within a few miles of the town; and that an assault might be immediately expected.

  “Will you tell the rajah that I am used to warfare, and shall be glad to assist him, to the best of my power, in the defence of his town?”

  “How many men were there?” the rajah asked.

  “I should think there were a couple of thousand,” Harry replied. “Some of them had matchlocks, but the greater part of them only spear and kris.”

  “And we have not more than five hundred,” the rajah said. “We cannot hope to resist them. What think you?”

  “I will at once go round the town, and see,” Harry said. “It may be that, being accustomed to war, I can suggest some means of so strengthening the defences that we may hold them against the enemy.”

  The rajah, having heard many tales of the fighting powers of the whites, said:

  “I will go with you. I would defend the place if I could for, if Johore were lost, I should be but a fugitive. All within it would be killed, and I should have to beg an asylum from those over whom I was once master.”

  Calling a party of his men to follow him, the rajah accompanied Harry to the edge of the town. It was already surrounded by a palisade; but this was of no great strength, and its circumference was fully a mile and a half.

  “Tell the rajah that we could make a first defence, here, but his fighting men are not numerous enough to hold so large a circuit against four times their number. I should suggest that the whole population should be set to work to build another palisade, much nearer to the palace. All the women and children should be sent inside this, all the provisions in the town be taken into the palace enclosure, and a large supply of water stored there.

 

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