Bell felt a horrible, a ghastly shock. The hand that gripped his was writhing in his grasp.
"Quite so," said the white man. "It started about five minutes ago. In theory, I"ve about forty-eight hours. Actually, I don"t dare wait that long, if I"m to die like a white man. And a lingering vanity insists on that. I hope you get out, Bell.... And if you want to do me a favor,"--he grinned again, mirthlessly--"you might see that The Master and as many of his deputies as you can manage join me in h.e.l.l at the earliest possible moment. I shan"t mind so much if I can watch them."
He put his hands quickly in his pockets as the little outboard motor caught and the launch went on down-river. He did not even look after them. The last Bell saw of him he was swaggering back up the little hillside above the river edge, surrounded by scared inhabitants of the workmen"s shacks, and scoffing in a superior fashion at their fears.
CHAPTER XII
It took Bell just eight days to reach the Paraguay, and those eight days were like an age-long nightmare of toil and discomfort and more than a little danger. The launch was headed downstream, of course, and with the current behind it, it made good time. But the distances of Brazil are infinite, and the jungles of Brazil are malevolent, and the route down the Rio Laurenco was designed by the architect of h.e.l.l. _Raudales_ lay in wait to destroy the little boat. Insects swarmed about to destroy its voyagers. And the jungle loomed above them, pa.s.sively malignant, and waited for them to die.
And as if physical sufferings were not enough, Bell saw Paula wilt and grow pale. All the way down the river they pa.s.sed little clearings at nearly equal distances. And men came trembling out of the little houses upon those _fazendas_ and fawned upon the Senhor who was in the launch that had come from up-river and so must be in the service of The Master himself. The clearings and the tiny houses had been placed upon the river for the service of the terribly laboring boat gangs who brought the heavier supplies up the river to The Master"s central depot. Men at these clearings had been enslaved and ordered to remain at their posts, serving all those upon the business of The Master. They fawned abjectly upon Bell, because he was of _os gentes_ and so presumably was empowered, as The Master had empowered his more intelligent subjects, to exact the most degraded of submission from all beneath him in the horrible conspiracy. Once, indeed, Bell was humbly implored by a panic stricken man to administer "the grace of The Master" to a moody and irritable child of twelve or so.
"She sees the red spots, Senhor. It is the first sign. And I have served The Master faithfully...."
And Bell could do nothing. He went on savagely. And once he pa.s.sed a gang of _camaradas_ laboring to get heavily loaded dugouts up a fiendish _raudal_. They had ropes out and were hauling at them from the bank, while some of their number were breast-deep in the rushing water, pushing the dugouts against the stream.
"They"re headed for the plantation," said Bell grimly, "and they"ll need the grace of The Master by the time they get there. And it"s abandoned.
But if I tell them...."
Men with no hope at all are not to be trusted. Not when they are mixtures of three or more races--white and black and red--and steeped in ignorance and superst.i.tion and, moreover, long subject to such masters as these men had had. Bell had to think of Paula.
He could have landed and haughtily ordered them to float or even carry the light boat to the calmer waters below. They would have obeyed and cringed before him. But he shot the rapids from above, with the little motor roaring past rocks and walls of jungle beside the foaming water, at a speed that chilled his blood.
Paula said nothing. She was white and listless. Bell, himself, was being preyed upon by a bitter blend of horror and a deep-seated rage that consumed him like a fever. He had fever itself, of course. He was taking, and forcing Paula to take, five grains of quinine a day. It had been included among his stores as a matter of course by those who had loaded his boat. And with the fever working in his brain he found himself holding long, imaginary conversations, in which one part of his brain reproached the other part for having destroyed the plantation of The Master. The laborers upon that plantation had been abandoned to the murder madness because of his deed. The caretakers of the tiny _fazenda_ on the river bank were now ignored. Bell felt himself a murderer because he had caused The Master"s deputies to cast them off in a callous indifference to their inevitable fate.
He suffered the tortures of the d.a.m.ned, and grew morose and bitter, and could only escape that self torture by coddling his hatred of Ribiera and The Master. He imagined torments to be inflicted upon them which would adequately repay them for their crimes, and racked his feverish brain for memories of the appalling atrocities which can be committed upon the human body without destroying its capacity to suffer.
It was not normal. It was not sane. But it filled Bell"s mind and somehow kept him from suicide during the horrible pa.s.sage of the river.
He hardly dared speak to Paula. There was a time when he counted the days since he had been a guest at Ribiera"s estate outside of Rio, and frenziedly persuaded himself that he saw red spots before his eyes and soon would have the murder madness come upon him. And then he thought of the supplies in Ribiera"s plane, in which they had escaped from Rio.
They had eaten that food.
It was almost unconsciously, then, that he saw the narrow water on which the launch floated valiantly grow wider day by day. When at last it debouched suddenly into a vast stream whereon a clumsy steamer plied beneath a self made cloud of smoke, he stared dully at it for minutes before he realized.
"Paula," he said suddenly, and listened in amazement to his voice. It was hoa.r.s.e and harsh and croaking. "Paula, we"ve made it. This must be the Paraguay."
She roused herself and looked about like a person waking from a lethargic sleep. And then her lips quivered, and she tried to speak and could not, and tears fell silently from her eyes, and all at once she was sobbing bitterly.
That sign of the terrific strain she had been under served more than anything else to jolt Bell out of his abnormal state of mind. He moved over to her and clumsily put his arm about her, and comforted her as best he could. And she sat sobbing with her head on his shoulder, gasping in a form of hysterical relief, until the engine behind them sputtered, and coughed, and died.
When Bell looked, the last drop of gasoline was gone. But the motor had served its purpose. It had run manfully on an almost infinitesimal consumption of gasoline for eight days. It had not missed an explosion save when its wiring was wetted by spray. And now....
Bell hauled the engine inboard and got out the oars from under the seats. He got the little boat out to mid-stream, and they floated down until a village of squalid huts appeared on the eastern bank. He landed, there, and with much bargaining and a haughty demeanor disposed of the boat to the skipper of a _batelao_ in exchange for pa.s.sage down-river as far as Corumba. The rate was outrageously high. But he had little currency with him and dared go no farther on a vessel which carried a boat of The Master"s ownership conspicuously towed behind.
At Corumba he purchased clothes less obviously of _os gentes_, both for himself and for Paula, and that same afternoon was able to arrange for their pa.s.sage to Asuncion as deck pa.s.sengers on a river steamer going downstream.
It was as two peasants, then, that they rode in sweltering heat amid a swarming and odorous ma.s.s of fellow humanity downstream. But it was a curious relief, in some ways. The people about them were gross and unwashed and stupid, but they were human. There was none of that diabolical feeling of terror all about. There were no strained, fear haunted faces upon the deck reserved for deck pa.s.sengers and other cattle. The talk was ungrammatical and literal and of the earth. The women were stolid-faced and reserved. But when the long rows of hammocks were slung out in the open air, in the casual fashion of sleeping arrangements in the back-country of all South America, it was blessedly peaceful to realize that the folk who snored so l.u.s.tily were merely human; human animals, it might be, with no thought above their _farinha_ and _feijos_ on the morrow, but human.
And the second day they pa.s.sed the old fort at Coimbra, and went on. The pa.s.sage into Paraguayan territory was signalized by an elaborate customs inspection, and three days later Asuncion itself displayed its red-tiled roofs and adobe walls upon the sh.o.r.e.
Bell had felt some confidence in his ability to pa.s.s muster with his Spanish, though his Portuguese was limited, and it was a shock when the captain of the steamer summoned him to his cabin with a gesture, before the steamer docked. Bell left Paula among the other deck pa.s.sengers and went with the peasant"s air of suspicious humility into the captain"s quarters. But the captain"s pose of grandeur vanished at once when the door closed.
"Senor," said the steamer captain humbly, "I have not spoken to you before. I knew you would not wish it. But tell me, senor! Have you any news of what The Master plans?"
Bell"s eyes flickered, at the same time that a cold apprehension filled him.
"Why do you speak to me of The Master?" he demanded sharply.
The steamer captain stammered. The man was plainly frightened at Bell"s tone. Bell relaxed, his flash of panic for Paula gone.
"I know," said the captain imploringly, "that the great _fazenda_ has been deserted. On my last trip, down, senor, I brought many of the high deputies who had been there. They warned me not to speak, senor, but I saw that you were not what you seemed, and I thought you might be going about to see who obeyed The Master"s orders...."
Bell nodded.
"That is my mission," he said curtly. "Do not speak of it further--not even to the deputy in Asuncion."
The captain stammered again.
"But I must see the Senor Francia," he said humbly. "I report to him after every trip, and if he thought that I did not report all that I learn...."
"It is my order," snapped Bell angrily. "If he reproaches you, say that one who has orders from The Master himself gave them to you. And do not speak of the destruction of the _fazenda_. I am searching especially for the man who caused it. And--wait! I will take your name, and you shall give me--say--a thousand pesos. I had need of money to bribe a fool I could not waste time on, up-country. It will be returned to you."
And again the captain stammered, but Bell stared at him haughtily, and he knelt abjectly before the ship"s safe.
Asuncion, as everybody knows, is a city of sixty thousand people, and the capital of a republic which enjoyed the rule of a family of hereditary dictators for sixty years; which rule ended in a war wherein four-fifths of the population was wiped out. And since that beginning it has averaged eight revolutions to Mexico"s three, has had the joy of knowing seven separate presidents in five years--none of them elected--and now boasts a population approximately two-thirds illegitimate and full of pride in its intellectual and artistic tastes.
Bell and Paula made their way along the cobbled streets away from the river, surrounded by other similarly peasant-seeming folk. Bell told her curtly what had happened with the steamer captain.
"It"s the devil," he said coldly, "because this whole republic is under The Master"s thumb. Except among the peasants we can count on nearly everybody being on the lookout for us, if they so much as suspect we"re alive. And they may because I burned their d.a.m.ned _fazenda_. So...."
Paula smiled at him, rather wanly.
"What are you going to do, Charles?"
"Get a boat," said Bell curtly. "One with three or four men, if I can.