He put on his topee and, s.n.a.t.c.hing up his collecting gear without a word, turned on his heel. With one stride he leaped down the three steps that led from the floor of the house to the ground. She followed him.
"I"m going into the jungle," he said.
"I don"t care."
In the ravening desire that possessed her she forgot her morbid fear of the jungle. She recked nothing of snakes and wild beasts. She did not mind the branches that hit her face or the creepers that entangled her feet. For a month Neil had explored all that part of the forest and he knew every yard of it. He told himself grimly that he"d teach her to come with him. He forced his way through the undergrowth with rapid strides; she followed him, stumbling but determined; he crashed on, blind with rage, and she crashed after him. She talked; he did not listen to what she said. She besought him to have pity on her. She bemoaned her fate. She made herself humble. She wept and wrung her hands. She tried to cajole him. The words poured from her lips in an unceasing stream. She was like a mad woman. At last in a little clearing he stopped suddenly and turning round faced her.
"This is impossible," he cried. "I"m fed up. When Angus comes back I must tell him I"ve got to go. I shall go back to Kuala Solor tomorrow morning and go home."
"He won"t let you go, he wants you. He finds you invaluable."
"I don"t care. I"ll fake up something."
"What?"
He mistook her.
"Oh, you needn"t be frightened, I shan"t tell him the truth. You can break his heart if you want to; I"m not going to."
"You worship him, don"t you? That dull, phlegmatic man."
"He"s worth a hundred of you."
"It would be rather funny if I told him you"d gone because I wouldn"t yield to your advances."
He gave a slight start and looked at her to see if she was serious.
"Don"t be such a fool. You don"t think he"d believe that, do you? He knows it would never occur to me."
"Don"t be too sure."
She had spoken carelessly, with no particular intention other than to continue the argument, but she saw that he was frightened and some instinct of cruelty made her press the advantage.
"Do you expect mercy from me? You"ve humiliated me beyond endurance. You"ve treated me like dirt. I swear that if you make any suggestion of going I shall go straight to Angus and say that you took advantage of his absence to try and a.s.sault me."
"I can deny it. After all it"s only your word against mine."
"Yes, but my word"ll count. I can prove what I say."
"What do you mean?"
"I bruise easily. I can show him the bruise where you struck me. And look at your hand." He turned and gave it a sudden glance. "How did those teeth marks get there?"
He stared at her stupidly. He had gone quite pale. How could he explain that bruise and that scar? If he was forced to in self-defence he could tell the truth, but was it likely that Angus would believe it? He worshipped Darya. He would take her word against anyone"s. What monstrous ingrat.i.tude it would seem for all Munro"s kindness and what treachery in return for so much confidence! He would think him a filthy skunk and from his standpoint with justice. That was what shattered him, the thought that Munro, for whom he would willingly have laid down his life, should think ill of him. He was so unhappy that tears, unmanly tears that he hated, came to his eyes. Darya saw that he was broken. She exulted. She was paying him back for the misery he had made her suffer. She held him now He was in her power. She savoured her triumph, and in the midst of her anguish laughed in her heart because he was such a fool. At that moment she did not know whether she loved or despised him.
"Now will you be good?" she said.
He gave a sob and blindly, with a sudden instinct of escape from that abominable woman, took to his heels and ran as hard as he could. He plunged through the jungle, like a wounded animal, not looking where he was going, till he was out of breath. Then, panting, he stopped. He took out his handkerchief and wiped away the sweat that was pouring into his eyes and blinding him. He was exhausted and he sat down to rest.
"I must take care I don"t get lost," he said to himself That was the least of his troubles, but all the same he was glad that he had a pocket compa.s.s, and he knew in which direction he must go. He heaved a deep sigh and rose wearily to his feet. He started walking. He watched his way and with another part of his mind miserably asked himself what he should do. He was convinced that Darya would do what she had threatened. They were to be another three weeks in that accursed place. He dared not go; he dared not stay. His mind was in a whirl. The only thing was to get back to camp and think it out quietly. In about a quarter of an hour he came to a spot that he recognized. In an hour he was back. He flung himself miserably into a chair. And it was Angus who filled his thoughts. His heart bled for him. Neil saw now all sorts of things that before had been dark to him. They were revealed to him in a flash of bitter insight. He knew why the women at Kuala Solor were so hostile to Darya and why they looked at Angus so strangely. They treated him with a sort of affectionate levity. Neil thought it was because Angus was a man of science and so in their foolish eyes somewhat absurd. He knew now it was because they were sorry for him and at the same time found him ridiculous. Darya had made him the laughing-stock of the community. If ever there was a man who hadn"t deserved ill usage at a woman"s hands it was he. Suddenly Neil gasped and began to tremble all over. It had suddenly occurred to him that Darya did not know her way through the jungle; in his anguish he had hardly been conscious of where they went. Supposing she could not find her way home?
She would be terrified. He remembered the ghastly story Angus had told them of being lost in the forest. His first instinct was to go back and find her, and he sprang to his feet. Then a fierce anger seized him. No, let her shift for herself She had gone of her own free will. Let her find her own way back. She was an abominable woman and deserved all that might come to her. Neil threw back his head defiantly, a frown of indignation on his smooth young brow, and clenched his hands. Courage. He made up his mind. It would be better for Angus if she never returned. He sat down and began trying to mount a skin of a Mountain Trogon. But the Trogon has a skin like wet tissue-paper and his hands trembled. He tried to apply his mind to the work he was doing, but his thoughts fluttered desperately, like moths in a trap, and he could not control them. What was happening over there in the jungle? What had she done when he suddenly bolted? Every now and then, against his will, he looked up. At any moment she might appear in the clearing and walk calmly up to the house. He was not to blame. It was the hand of G.o.d. He shuddered. Storm clouds were gathering in the sky and night fell quickly.
Just after dusk Munro arrived.
"Just in time," he said. "There"s going to be a h.e.l.l of a storm."
He was in great spirits. He had come upon a fine plateau, with lots of water, from which there was a magnificent view to the sea. He had found two or three rare b.u.t.terflies and a flying squirrel. He was full of plans to move the camp to his new place. All about it he had seen abundant evidence of animal life. Presently he went into the house to take off his heavy walking boots. He came out at once.
"Where"s Darya?"
Neil stiffened himself to behave with naturalness.
"Isn"t she in her room?"
"No. Perhaps she"s gone down to the servants" quarters for something." He walked down the steps and strolled a few yards.
"Darya," he called. "Darya." There was no answer. "Boy"
A Chinese servant came running up and Angus asked him where his mistress was. He did not know He had not seen her since tiffin.
"Where can she be?" asked Munro, coming back, puzzled.
He went to the back of the house and shouted.
"She can"t have gone out. There"s nowhere to go. When did you see her last, Neil?"
"I went out collecting after tiffin. I"d had a rather unsatisfactory morning and I thought I"d try my luck again."
"Strange."
They hunted everywhere round the camp. Munro thought she might have made herself comfortable somewhere and gone to sleep.
"It"s too bad of her to frighten one like this."
The whole party joined in the search. Munro began to grow alarmed.
"It"s not possible that she should have gone for a stroll in the jungle and lost her way. She"s never moved more than a hundred yards from the house to the best of my knowledge since we"ve been here."
Neil saw the fear in Munro"s eyes and looked down.
"We"d better get everyone along and start hunting. There"s one thing, she can"t be far. She knows that if you get lost the best thing is to stay where you are and wait for people to come and find you. She"ll be scared out of her wits, poor thing."
He called out the Dyak hunters and told the Chinese servants to bring lanterns. He fired his gun as a signal. They separated into two parties, one under Munro, the other under Neil, and went down the two rough paths that in the course of the month they had made in their comings and goings. It was arranged that whoever found Darya should fire three shots in quick succession. Neil walked with his face stern and set. His conscience was clear. He seemed to bear in his hands the decree of immanent justice. He knew that Darya would never be found. The two parties met. It was not necessary to look at Munro"s face. He was distracted. Neil felt like a surgeon who is forced to perform a dangerous operation without a.s.sistance or appliances to save the life of someone he loves. It behoved him to be firm.
"She could never have got so far as this," said Munro. We must go back and beat the jungle within the radius of a mile from the house inch by inch. The only explanation is that she was frightened by something or fainted or was stung by a snake."
Neil did not answer. They started out again and, making lines, combed the undergrowth. They shouted. Every now and then they fired a gun and listened for a faint call in answer. Birds of the night flew with a whirring of wings, frightened, as they advanced with their lanterns; and now and then they half saw, half guessed at an animal, deer, boar, or rhino, that fled at their approach. The storm broke suddenly. A great wind blew and then the lightning rent the darkness, like a scream of a woman in pain, and the tortured flashes, quick, quick, one on the heels of the other, like demon dancers in a frantic reel, wriggled down the night. The horror of the forest was revealed in an unearthly day. The thunder crashed down the sky in huge rollers, peal upon peal, like vast, primeval waves dashing against the sh.o.r.es of eternity. That fearful din hurtled through s.p.a.ce as though sound had size and weight. The rain pelted in fierce torrents. Rocks and gigantic trees came tumbling down the mountain. The tumult was awful. The Dyak hunters cowered, gibbering in terror of the angry spirits who spoke in the storm, but Munro urged them on. The rain fell all night, with lightning and thunder, and did not cease till dawn. Wet through and shivering they returned to the camp. They were exhausted. When they had eaten Munro meant to resume the desperate search. But he knew that it was hopeless. They would never see her alive again. He flung himself down wearily. His face was tired and white and anguished.
"Poor child. Poor child."
end.