"You"re an infernal dog!" snarled Vulmea, in a fury that differed strangely from his former murderous hate. He broke into lurid imprecations, cursing Wentyard with all the proficiency he had acquired during his years at sea. "I ought to split your skull," he wound up. "For years I"ve dreamed of it, especially when I was drunk.
I"m a cursed fool not to stretch you dead on the floor. I don"t owe you any consideration, blast you! Your wife and daughter don"t mean anything to me. But I"m a fool, like all the Irish, a blasted, chicken-hearted, sentimental fool, and I can"t be the cause of a helpless woman and her colleen starving. Get up and quit sniveling!"
Wentyard looked up at him stupidly.
"You--you came back to help me?"
"I might as well stab you as leave you here to starve!" roared the pirate, sheathing his sword. "Get up and stick your skewer back in its scabbard. Who"d have ever thought that a scraun like you would have womenfolk like those innocents? h.e.l.l"s fire! You ought to be shot!
Pick up your sword. You may need it before we get away. But remember, I don"t trust you any further than I can throw a whale by the tail, and I"m keeping your pistols. If you try to stab me when I"m not looking I"ll break your head with my cutla.s.s hilt."
Wentyard, like a man in a daze, replaced the painting carefully in his bosom and mechanically picked up his sword and sheathed it. His numbed wits began to thaw out, and he tried to pull himself together.
"What are we to do now?" he asked.
"Shut up!" growled the pirate. "I"m going to save you for the sake of the lady and the la.s.s, but I don"t have to talk to you!" With rare consistency he then continued: "We"ll leave this trap the same way I came and went.
"Listen: four years ago I came here with a hundred men. I"d heard rumors of a ruined city up here, and I thought there might be loot hidden in it. I followed the old road from the beach, and those brown dogs let me and my men get in the ravine before they started butchering us. There must have been five or six hundred of them. They raked us from the walls, and then charged us-some came down the ravine and others jumped down the walls behind us and cut us off. I was the only one who got away, and I managed to cut my way through them, and ran into this bowl. They didn"t follow me in, but stayed outside the Gateway to see that I didn"t get out.
"But I found another way-a slab had fallen away from the wall of a room that was built against the cliff, and a stairway was cut in the rock. I followed it and came out of a sort of trap door up on the cliffs. A slab of rock was over it, but I don"t think the Indians knew anything about it anyway, because they never go up on the cliffs that overhang the basin. They never come in here from the ravine, either.
There"s something here they"re afraid of-ghosts, most likely.
"The cliffs slope down into the jungle on the outer sides, and the slopes and the crest are covered with trees and thickets. They had a cordon of men strung around the foot of the slopes, but I got through at night easily enough, made my way to the coast and sailed away with the handful of men I"d left aboard my ship.
"When you captured me the other day, I was going to kill you with my manacles, but you started talking about treasure, and a thought sprang in my mind to steer you into a trap that I might possibly get out of.
I remembered this place, and I mixed a lot of truth in with some lies.
The Fangs of Satan are no myth; they are a h.o.a.rd of jewels hidden somewhere on this coast, but this isn"t the place. There"s no plunder about here.
"The Indians have a ring of men strung around this place, as they did before. I can get through, but it isn"t going to be so easy getting you through. You English are like buffaloes when you start through the brush. We"ll start just after dark and try to get through before the moon rises.
"Come on; I"ll show you the stair."
Wentyard followed him through a series of crumbling, vine-tangled chambers, until he halted against the cliff. A thick slab leaned against the wall which obviously served as a door. The Englishman saw a flight of narrow steps, carved in the solid rock, leading upward through a shaft tunneled in the cliff.
"I meant to block the upper mouth by heaping big rocks on the slab that covers it," said Vulmea. "That was when I was going to let you starve. I knew you might find the stair. I doubt if the Indians know anything about it, as they never come in here or go up on the cliffs.
But they know a man might be able to get out over the cliffs some way, so they"ve thrown that cordon around the slopes.
"That black I killed was a different proposition. A slave ship was wrecked off this coast a year ago, and the blacks escaped and took to the jungle. There"s a regular mob of them living somewhere near here.
This particular black man wasn"t afraid to come into the ruins. If there are more of his kind out there with the Indians, they may try again tonight. But I believe he was the only one, or he wouldn"t have come alone."
"Why don"t we go up the cliff now and hide among the trees?" asked Wentyard.
"Because we might be seen by the men watching below the slopes, and they"d guess that we were going to make a break tonight, and redouble their vigilance. After awhile I"ll go and get some more food. They won"t see me."
The men returned to the chamber where Wentyard had slept. Vulmea grew taciturn, and Wentyard made no attempt at conversation. They sat in silence while the afternoon dragged by. An hour or so before sundown Vulmea rose with a curt word, went up the stair and emerged on the cliffs. Among the trees he brought down a monkey with a dextrously- thrown stone, skinned it, and brought it back into the ruins along with a calabash of water from a spring on the hillside. For all his woodscraft he was not aware that he was being watched; he did not see the fierce black face that glared at him from a thicket that stood where the cliffs began to slope down into the jungle below.
Later, when he and Wentyard were roasting the meat over a fire built in the ruins, he raised his head and listened intently.
"What do you hear?" asked Wentyard.
"A drum," grunted the Irishman.
"I hear it," said Wentyard after a moment. "Nothing unusual about that."
"It doesn"t sound like an Indian drum," answered Vulmea. "Sounds more like an African drum."
Wentyard nodded agreement; his ship had lain off the mangrove swamps of the Slave Coast, and he had heard such drums rumbling to one another through the steaming night. There was a subtle difference in the rhythm and timbre that distinguished it from an Indian drum.
Evening came on and ripened slowly to dusk. The drum ceased to throb.
Back in the low hills, beyond the ring of cliffs, a fire glinted under the dusky trees, casting brown and black faces into sharp relief.
An Indian whose ornaments and bearing marked him as a chief squatted on his hams, his immobile face turned toward the ebony giant who stood facing him. This man was nearly a head taller than any other man there, his proportions overshadowing both the Indians squatting about the fire and the black warriors who stood in a close group behind him.
A jaguar-skin mantle was cast carelessly over his brawny shoulders, and copper bracelets ornamented his thickly-muscled arms. There was an ivory ring on his head, and parrot-feathers stood tip from his kinky hair. A shield of hard wood and toughened bullhide was on his left arm, and in his right hand he gripped a great spear whose hammered iron head was as broad as a man"s hand.
"I came swiftly when I heard the drum," he said gutturally, in the b.a.s.t.a.r.d-Spanish that served as a common speech for the savages of both colors. "I knew it was N"Onga who called me. N"Onga had gone from my camp to fetch Ajumba, who was lingering with your tribe. N"Onga told me by the drum-talk that a white man was at bay, and Ajumba was dead.
I came in haste. Now you tell me that you dare not enter the Old City."
"I have told you a devil dwells there," answered the Indian doggedly.
"He has chosen the white man for his own. He will be angry it you try to take him away from him. It is death to enter his kingdom."
The black chief lifted his great spear and shook it defiantly.
"I was a slave to the Spaniards long enough to know that the only devil is a white man! I do not fear your devil. In my land his brothers are big as he, and I have slain one with a spear like this. A day and a night have pa.s.sed since the white man fled into the Old City. Why has not the devil devoured him, or this other who lingers on the cliffs?"
"The devil is not hungry," muttered the Indian. "He waits until he is hungry. He has eaten recently. When he is hungry again he will take them. I will not go into his lair with my men. You are a stranger in this country. You do not understand these things."
"I understand that Bigomba who was a king in his own country fears nothing, neither man nor demon," retorted the black giant. "You tell me that Ajumba went into the Old City by night, and died. I have seen his body. The devil did not slay him. One of the white men stabbed him. If Ajumba could go into the Old City and not be seized by the devil, then I and my thirty men can go. I know how the big white man comes and goes between the cliffs and the ruins. There is a hole in the rock with a slab for a door over it. N"Onga watched from the bushes high up on the slopes and saw him come forth and later return through it. I have placed men there to watch it. If the white men come again through that hole, my warriors will spear them. If they do not come, we will go in as soon as the moon rises. Your men hold the ravine, and they can not flee that way. We will hunt them like rats through the crumbling houses."
CHAPTER IV.
"Easy now," muttered Vulmea. "It"s as dark as h.e.l.l in this shaft."
Dusk had deepened into early darkness. The white men were groping their way up the steps cut in the rock. Looking back and down Wentyard made out the lower mouth of the shaft only as a slightly lighter blur in the blackness. They climbed on, feeling their way, and presently Vulmea halted with a muttered warning. Wentyard, groping, touched his thigh and felt the muscles tensing upon it. He knew that Vulmea had placed his shoulders under the slab that closed the upper entrance, and was heaving it up. He saw a crack appear suddenly in the blackness above him, limning the Irishman"s bent head and foreshortened figure.
The stone came clear and starlight gleamed through the aperture, laced by the overhanging branches of the trees. Vulmea let the slab fall on the stone rim, and started to climb out of the shaft. He had emerged head, shoulders and hips when without warning a black form loomed against the stars and a gleam of steel hissed downward at his breast.
Vulmea threw up his cutla.s.s and the spear rang against it, staggering him on the steps with the impact. s.n.a.t.c.hing a pistol from his belt with his left hand he fired point-blank and the black man groaned and fell head and arms dangling in the opening. He struck the pirate as he fell, destroying Vulmea"s already precarious balance. He toppled backward down the steps, carrying Wentyard with him. A dozen steps down they brought up in a sprawling heap, and staring upward, saw the square well above them fringed with indistinct black blobs they knew were heads outlined against the stars.
"I thought you said the Indians never-" panted Wentyard.
"They"re not Indians," growled Vulmea, rising. "They"re Negroes.
Cimarroons! The same dogs who escaped from the slave ship. That drum we heard was one of them calling the others. Look out!"
Spears came whirring down the shaft, splintering on the steps, glancing from the walls. The white men hurled themselves recklessly down the steps at the risk of broken limbs. They tumbled through the lower doorway and Vulmea slammed the heavy slab in place.
"They"ll be coming down it next," he snarled. "We"ve got to heap enough rocks against it to hold it--no, wait a minute! If they"ve got the guts to come at all, they"ll come by the ravine if they can"t get in this way, or on ropes hung from the cliffs. This place is easy enough to get into-not so d.a.m.ned easy to get out of. We"ll leave the shaft open. If they come this way we can get them in a bunch as they try to come out."
He pulled the slab aside, standing carefully away from the door.