They were of that same opinion, and were down with a run, that took some of the bark off their shins, as well as off the trees.
"And where are your guns?"
"Dropped them," said Compton.
"I see. Dropped them first, and discovered your danger after."
"Rub it in, sir. We ought to have followed you; and we have had a fine fright. It"s big enough to scare any one."
All the time, they had their eyes turned up on the watch for the slightest movement, but the tree was as quiet as if it had not harboured anything more dangerous than a caterpillar.
"Where"s Muata and the other boy, sir?"
"Gone after a red bush-pig. I think I hear them breaking back."
They heard the hunting cry of the jackal, then a sound of crashing, and an animal, brick-red--a strange hue for the sombre shadows of the forest--darted into view, and seeing them, halted with snout lowered, and the bristling neck curving up grandly to the high shoulders. A moment it stood there facing them, defiant, its little eyes gleaming, its tusks showing white, and the foam dripping from its jaws. A moment, and then it sank to the ground, and was hidden under a writhing mound of coils. Swift as an arrow the python had swooped at the prey, fastened on the neck with its jaws, and then overwhelmed it by the avalanche of its enormous length. There followed a sickening crunch of bones, and next a wild cry from the jackal, repeated by Muata and the river-man.
Mr. Hume advanced with his Express ready, but Muata, running round, begged him not to fire.
"It is the father of the wood-spirits. He took the red pig instead of one of us."
"Not for the want of trying," said Venning. "He nearly had us both, Muata."
"But he took the pig," said Muata. "It is his hunt, and it means well for us that he took the pig."
"It certainly does; but how are we to get our guns, if we don"t shoot him?"
Muata placed his weapon on the ground and advanced. The python had completed its work so far. Two vast coils were round the crushed body of the boar; the head rested on the upmost coil, with the eyes fixed on the intruders, and the rest of the body reached away into the shadows.
Muata advanced with the palms of his hands open, and his eyes downcast, as if he were in the presence of some great chief. Yet he showed no fear, never faltered, but walked up to the guns, picked them up within a foot of the spot where the length of the serpent had formed a loop, and returned. The lidless eyes watched, but not a coil moved.
"It is well," said Muata, gravely, as he returned the rifles. "He means well by us."
"You would not have said that if you had been up the tree with us, and with him," grumbled Compton.
"The tree is taboo. I said it."
"Do you mean that he lives here? I should think he would starve."
"That would be your word, young great one. But, see, look at my father there. He is big, very big, very heavy, very old. He does not care to move far. Yet he is wise. So he has chosen his hunt; and he has chosen well."
"I cannot see it. The little people give him a wide berth, and a pig might come along once a year."
"Such is your wisdom, little great one. But, see, in the trees above there is a roadway, and on the ground below there are other paths for the things of the forest who neither fly nor climb. These trees lie in the way of such a road. On the ground, if you had looked you would have seen the spoor of the red pig and other things of the forest."
"By Jove, yes!" and the boys stared at the unfamiliar spoor of animals. "But why do they use this particular part of the forest?"
"That we shall see, for our way lies now along this ground-path. The little people have done their tracking. The man-eaters are near."
CHAPTER XV
FIGHT WITH A GORILLA
"The man-eaters," said Venning, blankly. "I had forgotten about them."
"And there is another thing you have forgotten," said Mr. Hume, sternly, "you and Compton. You have forgotten to obey orders. My orders were to descend from the tree. You both kept on, and by so doing ran a very great risk. Understand now, that you will do exactly what I wish."
Compton looked rebellious, and opened his lips.
"Not a word!" said the hunter, in a roar, with a hard look in his eyes, that gave a fierce expression to his face.
The two boys stared at him dumfounded.
"You understand?" he said.
"I do, sir," replied Compton, gravely; for, high-spirited as he was, he was in the wrong, and had the courage to admit it.
That night they saw the fires of the man-eaters, who had encamped on a knoll comparatively free from trees and entirely bare of underwood. Beyond the knoll was the gleam of water, and at the same time they heard the familiar trumpeting of the mosquito hosts, whose attentions they had been free from ever since they left the river.
They anointed their faces and hands with an ointment that contained eucalyptus oil, while Muata and the river-man went off to scout.
Then they stood in the shadow of a great tree and watched the weird scene in the thick of the forest. There were several fires, and about each squatted a ring of wild black men. Their skins glistened like ebony from the fat they had liberally rubbed in, and their teeth and eyes gleamed in the reflection of the fires. Their hair, fizzled out in mops, had the appearance of fantastic Scotch bonnets; but apparently all their vanity had been lavished on their heads, for of dress they wore nothing but anklets and a strip of hide round the waist. They talked unceasingly, cracking their fingers and making play with their hands, while all the time one or another of the different groups was on his feet, stamping the ground, swinging a club, and shouting at the top of his voice.
"Ah men," said Mr. Hume. "Not a woman or a boy among them."
"What have they done with their prisoners, if these are the same we are after?"
What, indeed! Their eyes searched the shadows at the foot of the knoll for trace of the unfortunate people who had been captured, but they could neither see nor hear anything.
"Ugh, the brutes!" muttered Venning, with a shudder, as he brought his rifle to the "ready."
Mr. Hume pressed the barrel down. "We"ll have no night attack," he whispered. "At the first note of danger they"d scatter like shadows, when they would have the eyes and the ears of us. Well hear what Muata has to say, and then wait for the morning."
"There are thirty-six of them," muttered Compton. A bull crocodile roared from the water near at hand, and one of the black men imitated the cry, drawing a yell of wild laughter from his comrades.
It was the wildest of scenes. The little circle of red fire threw into light against an impenetrable wall of black the trunks of a few trees, the trailing vines, and the forms of the savage men. That was the one bit of the world visible, a s.p.a.ce on which appeared some of the lowest forms of the human race; but, though they could see not an inch beyond the furthest reflection of the fires, they knew how well the setting fitted the picture. It seemed only natural that in that gloomy wilderness of wood these savage types should prevail, for if man had to live there, he could only hold his own by a cunning and ferocity greater than the beasts possessed. Every item of the scene stamped itself on the minds of the boys as they stood for a long time watching the antics of the savages.
It was a relief when Muata made his presence known by a cricket-like chirrup.
"Are these the men we are after, chief?" asked Mr. Hume, when the two scouts silently crept up. "They are the same, but the trail is different." "Then they are already on another hunt, and have left the women and children they captured elsewhere? Is that so?"
"As you have seen, they are warriors only. Such of the women and children who yet live are hidden. These await the coming of the other wolves."
"Oh oh! Then there is to be a great war-party?" "A great killing! I went near, round by the riverside, where also there is a fire as a signal. I heard their talk. Others will join them in the night or the morning, and together they will go in the war-canoes."
"And who are they that are expected?"
"I said we had not done with the thief-of-the-wood and the river, the man-robber, the slayer of babes."