As the malocca was but a short distance from the forest border, the tree-line would bring them close to its water frontage. Beyond that he could trust to the guidance of the surrounding fires.
Less than half an hour"s use of the paddle--its blade dipped gently in the water--brought them within a hundred yards of the outskirts of the village. Although the expedition was not to end here, it was not their design to take the canoe any farther. I say _their_ design, for by this time the young Paraense had been made acquainted with his companion"s purpose. The chief reason why Munday had not disclosed it to Trevannion was, that the patron, deeming it too dangerous, might have put a veto upon its execution. What this plan was, will be learnt by a relation of the mode in which it was carried out.
Tying the canoe to a tree in such a way that they could easily detach it again, the two slipped over the gunwale, and laid themselves silently along the water. Each was provided with a swimming-belt; for the task they had undertaken might require them to remain a good while afloat; and, moreover, it would be necessary for them now and then to remain still, without making any noise by striking the water to sustain themselves, while, furthermore, they would need at times to have both arms free for a different purpose. Thus accoutred, and Munday armed with his knife, they swam under the scaffolds.
They were careful not to cause the slightest commotion,--careful, too, to keep out of the narrow belts of light that fell slantingly from the fires above. These were becoming fewer, and fast fading, as the fires, one after another, went out. It appeared certain that the whole village was asleep. No human form was seen, no voice heard; no sign of human beings, save the scaffolding that had been constructed by them, and the half-score of boats in the water underneath, moored to the trunks of the supporting trees.
It was to these vessels that the Mundurucu was directing himself and his coadjutor. Though his eyes were everywhere, his mind was fixed upon them. There were, in all, about half a score of them, six being _igarites_, or canoes rudely constructed of tree-bark, similar in shape and fashion to that they had just parted from, but three of them of larger size, each capable of containing about eight men. The others were large rafts or punts of rude fabrication, each big enough to support a toldo hut, with a whole family, and a number of friends to boot.
Only to the canoes did the tapuyo direct his attention. On swimming past the punts he did not even stay to regard them. To all the igarites, however, except one,--and it the largest,--he paid a visit; stopping a considerable time alongside each, but lying so low in the water that only his head could have been seen above the surface, and scarcely that through the treble shadow of the night, the scaffolds, and the tree-tops. It was only visible to his companion, whose face was all the while within three feet of his own, and whose hands were employed in a.s.sisting him in his subtle task. What was this task, so silent and mysterious?
In each of the five canoes to which the swimmers had paid their silent visit, and just after their departure from it, could have been heard a gurgling sound, as of water gushing up through a hole in the bottom. It was heard, but only by him who had made the hole and the companion who had held the craft in its place while the knife-blade was accomplishing its purpose. To its sharp point the soft tree-bark had yielded, and in ten minutes" time the five canoes, one after another, were scuttled, and, if left to themselves, in a fair way of going to the bottom.
But they were not left to themselves. They would have been, but for the negligence of Tom and the sable Mozambique. Just as the scuttlers had concluded their part of the task, and were about to climb into the sixth canoe, that had been left seaworthy, a dark form that might have been taken for some demon of the flood was seen to rise out of the water, and stand dripping upon one of the rafts. It stood only for a second or two,--just long enough to draw breath,--and then, laying hold of a knotted lliana that formed a sort of stair, it climbed to the scaffolding above.
Dim as was the light, the Mundurucu recognised the dripping climber as the captive he had left on the log. "_Santos dios_!" he muttered, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper, ""tis the Mura. They"ve let him escape, and now we"re discovered. Quick, young master. Into the igarite. All right; there are two paddles: you take one, I the other. There"s not a moment to be lost. In ten minutes more we should have been safe; but now--see! they are filling fast. Good! If he gives us but ten minutes before raising the alarm--Ha! there it is. Off! off!"
While the tapuyo was speaking, still in a muttered undertone, a wild yell was heard upon the scaffolding above. It was a signal sent forth by the returned captive to warn his slumbering nation, not that their navy was being scattered in its very dock by an unknown enemy, for he had neither seen the scuttler nor suspected what had been going on, but simply to tell his tribe of the adventure that had befallen himself, and conduct them in all haste to the spot where he had parted from his detested but careless captors. He had seen the two of them go off in the igarite, impudently appropriating his own vessel before his face.
Where could they have gone, but to make a nocturnal investigation of the malocca?
It was for this reason he had himself approached it so stealthily, not raising any note of alarm until he felt safe upon the scaffolding of his own habitation. Then did he send forth that horrid haloo-loo.
Scarce had its echoes ceased to reverberate through the village, when it was answered by a hundred voices, all shouting in a similar strain, all giving a response to the tribe"s cry of alarm. Men could be heard springing from their hammocks, and dropping down upon the platforms, the timbers of which creaked under quick, resonant footsteps. In the dim light some were seen hastily s.n.a.t.c.hing up their bows, and preparing to descend to their canoes, little suspecting that they would find them scuttled and already half swamped.
As Munday had said, there was not a moment to be lost; and, acting up to his words, he did not permit one to be lost. In the large igarite propelled by the two paddles, he and his a.s.sistant stole off among the trees, and were soon out upon the lagoa, pulling, as fast as their strength and skill would permit them, in the direction of the creek.
CHAPTER NINETY.
THE LOG LEFT BEHIND.
The escape of their captive had caused the keenest apprehensions to the people upon the raft, which were scarce intensified at the sight of the canoe entering the arcade.
By the simplest reasoning they had leaped to the quick conclusion that the latter was but the sequence of the former. The Mura had swum back to his malocca. They knew he could easily do it. He had _learned_ his kindred, and it was they who now manned the igarite that was making approach. It was only the first of a whole fleet. No doubt there was a score of others coming on behind, each containing its complement of cannibals. The manatee-hunter had got back to his village in time to tell of the two who had gone there in his own canoe. These, unaware of his escape, had, in all probability, been surprised and taken prisoners.
Shouts had been heard from the village just before the man was missed.
It was this, in fact, that had caused them to think of their prisoner.
On finding that he had given them the slip, they interpreted the shouts in two ways. They were either salutations of welcome to the returned captive, or cries of triumph over the death or capture of the tapuyo and his companion.
More like the latter. So thought they upon the log; and the thought was strengthened by the appearance of the big canoe at the entrance of the arcade. Its crew were Mura savages, guided to their place of concealment by him who had stolen away.
These conjectures, varied though they were, pa.s.sed through their minds with the rapidity of thought itself; for scarce ten seconds had elapsed from the time of their sighting the canoe until it was close up to the ceiba.
Then to their great joy, they saw they had been reasoning wrongly. The two forms had been magnified into ten, partly through the deception of the dim light, and partly because they had been springing from side to side while paddling the canoe and steering it into the creek.
As they drew near, the others could see that they were in a state of the wildest excitement, working with all their strength, and gazing anxiously behind them.
"Quick, uncle," cried Richard, as the igarite struck against the dead-wood. "Quick! all of you get aboard here."
"_Pa terra_!" added the tapuyo. "Do as he tells you. By letting your prisoner get off you"ve spoiled my plans. There"s no time to talk now.
Into the igarite! If the others are still afloat--then--then--Haste, patron! Everybody into the igarite!"
As the Indian gave these directions, he himself sprang on to the log; and tearing down the skin sail, he flung it into the canoe. After it he pitched several pieces of the charqui, and then descended himself.
By this time all the others had taken their seats in the canoe, Richard having caught little Rosa in his arms as she sprang down.
There was not a moment of delay. The two paddles belonging to the igarite were grasped, one by Munday himself, the other by the negro, who was next best rower, while the two bladed with the bones of the cow-fish were in the hands of Trevannion and his nephew.
There were thus four available oars to the craft, that promised a fair degree of speed.
With a last look at the log that had carried them safely, though slowly,--a look that, under other circ.u.mstances, might have been given with regret,--they parted from it, and in a score of seconds they had cleared the craft from the branches of the trees, and were out upon the bosom of the lagoa.
"In what direction?" inquired Trevannion, as for a moment their strokes were suspended.
"Stay a minute, patron," replied the tapuyo, as he stood up in the igarite and gazed over the water in the direction of the Mura village.
"Before starting, it"s as well to know whether they are able to follow us. If not, it"s no use killing ourselves by hard work."
"You think there"s a chance they may not come after us?"
"A chance,--yes. It would have been a certainty if you had not let that ape loose. We should now be as safe from pursuit as if a hundred leagues lay between us and them. As it is, I have my fears; there was not time for them to go down,--not all of them. The small ones may, but the big igarite,--it would be still afloat; they could bale out and caulk up again. After all, it won"t carry the whole tribe, and there"s something in that,--there"s something in that."
While the tapuyo thus talked he was standing with his head craned out beyond the edge of the igarite, scanning the water in the direction of the village. His final words were but the involuntary utterance of what was pa.s.sing in his mind, and not addressed to his companions. Richard alone knew the meaning, for as yet the others had received no explanation of what had pa.s.sed under the scaffolds. There was no time to give a detailed account of that. It would be soon enough when the igarite was fairly on its way, and they became a.s.sured of their safety.
No one pressed for an explanation. All, even Trevannion himself, felt humiliated by the thought that they had neglected their duty, and the knowledge that but for that very neglect the danger that threatened them would have been now at an end.
The dawn was already beginning to appear along the eastern horizon, and although it was far from daylight, there was no longer the deep darkness that but a short while before shrouded the water. Out on the lagoa, at any point within the circ.u.mference of a mile, a large object, such as a canoe, could have been seen. There was none in sight.
This looked well. Perfect stillness reigned around the Mura village.
There was no human voice to be heard, where but the moment before there had been shouting and loud talking, both men and women taking part in what appeared a confused conversation. The fires, too, were out, or at all events no longer visible from the lagoa.
Munday remarked that the silence augured ill. "I fear they are too busy to be making a noise," said he. "Their keeping quiet argues that they have the means, as well as the intention, to come after us. If they had not, you would hear their howls of disappointment. Yes: we may be sure of it. They"re emptying such of their canoes as may still be above water."
"Emptying their canoes! what mean you by that?"
Munday then explained the nature of his late expedition, now that its failure could no longer be charged upon himself. A few words sufficed to make the whole thing understood, the others admiring the bold ingenuity of the plan as strongly as they regretted having given cause for its being frustrated.
Though no pursuers had as yet appeared, that was no reason why they should stay an instant longer by the entrance to the arcade; so, once more handling the paddles, they put the great igarite to its best speed.
CHAPTER NINETY ONE.
THE ENEMY IN SIGHT.
There was no debating the question as to the course they should take.
This was opposite to the direction in which lay the malocca. In other words, they struck out for the open water, almost in the same track by which they had come from the other bide while navigating the tree-trunk.
Trevannion had suggested keeping "in sh.o.r.e" and under the shadow of the tree-tops.