"You must take it," said that individual in reply to the other"s half-hearted refusal of the a.s.sistance. "Treat it as a loan if you like.
You can return it to me when you are in better circ.u.mstances. I a.s.sure you I don"t want it. We can"t spend money out here."
Little did he imagine when he made that offer, the immense wealth which the other carried in the belt that encircled his waist. Needless to say Hayle said nothing to him upon the subject. He merely pocketed the cheque with an expression of his grat.i.tude, promising to repay it as soon as he reached London. As a matter of fact he did so, and to this day, I have no doubt, Gregory regards him as a man of the most scrupulous and unusual integrity.
Two days later the wanderer reached Bhamo, that important military post on the sluggish Irrawaddy. His appearance, thanks to Gregory and Dempsey"s kind offices, was now sufficiently conventional to attract little or no attention, so he negotiated the Captain"s cheque, fitted himself out with a few other things that he required, and then set off for Mandalay. From Mandalay he proceeded as fast as steam could take him to Rangoon, where, after the exercise of some diplomacy, he secured a pa.s.sage aboard a tramp steamer bound for England.
When the Shweydagon was lost in the evening mist, and the steamer had made her way slowly down the sluggish stream with the rice-fields on either side, Hayle went aft and took his last look at the land to which he was saying good-bye.
"A quarter of a million if a halfpenny," he said, "and as soon as they are sold and the money is in my hands, the leaf shall be turned, and my life for the future shall be all respectability."
PART IV
Two months had elapsed since the mysterious traveller from China had left the lonely frontier station at Nampoung. In outward appearance it was very much the same as it had been then. The only difference consisted in the fact that Captain Gregory and his subaltern Dempsey, having finished their period of enforced exile, had returned to Bhamo to join the main body of their regiment. A Captain Handiman and a subaltern named Grantham had taken their places, and were imitating them inasmuch as they spent the greater portion of their time fishing and complaining of the hardness of their lot. It was the more unfortunate in their case that they did not get on very well together. The fact of the matter was Handiman was built on very different lines to Gregory, his predecessor; he gave himself airs, and was fond of a.s.serting his authority. In consequence the solitary life at the Ford sat heavily upon both men.
One hot afternoon, Grantham, who was a keen sportsman, took his gun, and, accompanied by a wiry little Shan servant, departed into the jungle on _shikar_ thoughts intent. He was less successful than usual; indeed, he had proceeded fully three miles before he saw anything worth emptying his gun at. In the jungle the air was as close as a hothouse, and the perspiration ran down his face in streams.
"What an a.s.s I was to come out!" he said angrily to himself. "This heat is unbearable."
At that moment a crashing noise reached him from behind. Turning to discover what occasioned it, he was just in time to see a large boar cross the clearing and disappear into the bamboos on the further side.
Taking his rifle from the little Shan he set off in pursuit. It was no easy task, for the jungle in that neighbourhood was so dense that it was well nigh impossible to make one"s way through it. At last, however, they hit upon a dried up _nullah_, and followed it along, listening as they went to the progress the boar was making among the bamboos on their right. Presently they sighted him, crossing an open s.p.a.ce a couple of hundred yards or so ahead of them. On the further side he stopped and began to feed. This was Grantham"s opportunity, and, sighting his rifle, he fired. The beast dropped like a stone, well hit, just behind the shoulder. The report, however, had scarcely died away before the little Shan held up his hand to attract Grantham"s attention.
"What is it?" the other inquired.
Before the man had time to reply his quick ear caught the sound of a faint call from the jungle on the other side of the _nullah_. Without doubt it was the English word _help_, and, whoever the man might be who called, it was plain that he was in sore straits.
"What the deuce does it mean?" said Grantham, half to himself and half to the man beside him. "Some poor devil got lost in the jungle, I suppose? I"ll go and have a look."
Having climbed the bank of the _nullah_, he was about to proceed in the direction whence the cry had come, when he became aware of the most extraordinary figure he had ever seen in his life approaching him. The appearance Hayle had presented when he had turned up at the Ford two months before was nothing compared with that of this individual. He was a small man, not more than five feet in height. His clothes were in rags, a grizzly beard grew in patches upon his cheeks and chin, while his hair reached nearly to his shoulders. His face was pinched until it looked more like that of a skeleton than a man. Grantham stood and stared at him, scarcely able to believe his eyes.
"Good Heavens," he said to himself, "what a figure! I wonder where the beggar hails from?" Then addressing the man, he continued, "Are you an Englishman, or what are you?"
The man before him, however, did not reply. He placed his finger on his lips, and turning, pointed in the direction he had come.
"Either he doesn"t understand, or he"s dumb," said Grantham. "But it"s quite certain that he wants me to follow him somewhere."
Turning to the man again, he signed to him to proceed, whereupon the little fellow hobbled painfully away from the _nullah_ in the direction whence he had appeared. On and on he went until he at length came to a standstill at the foot of a hill, where a little stream came splashing down in a miniature cascade from the rocks above. Then Grantham realized the meaning of the little man"s action. Stretched out beside a rock was the tall figure of a man. Like his companion, he presented a miserable appearance. His clothes, if clothes they could be called, were in rags, his hair was long and snowy white, matching his beard, which descended to within a few inches of his waist. His eyes were closed, and for a moment Grantham thought he was dead. This was not the case, however, for upon his companion approaching him he held out his hand and inquired whether he had discovered the man who had fired the shot?
To Grantham"s surprise the other made no reply in words, but, taking his friend"s hand he made some mysterious movements upon it with his fingers, whereupon the latter raised himself to a sitting position.
"My friend tells me that you are an Englishman," he said in a voice that shook with emotion. "I"m glad we have found you. I heard your rifle shot and hailed you. We are in sore distress, and have been through such adventures and such misery as no man would believe. I have poisoned my foot, and am unable to walk any further. As you can see for yourself I am blind, while my companion is dumb."
This statement accounted for the smaller man"s curious behaviour and the other"s closed eyes.
"You have suffered indeed," said Grantham pityingly. "But how did it all come about?"
"We were traders, and we fell into the hands of the Chinese," the taller man answered. "With their usual amiability they set to work to torture us. My companion"s tongue they cut out at the roots, while, as I have said, they deprived me of my sight. After that they turned us loose to go where we would. We have wandered here, there, and everywhere, living on what we could pick up, and dying a thousand deaths every day. It would have been better if we had died outright--but somehow we"ve come through. Can you take us to a place where we can procure food? We"ve been living on jungle fruit for an eternity. My foot wants looking to pretty badly, too."
"We"ll do all we can for you," said Grantham. "That"s if we can get you down to the Ford, which is about five miles away."
"You"ll have to carry me then, for I"m too far gone to walk."
"I think it can be managed," said Grantham. "At any rate we"ll try."
Turning to the little Shan he despatched him with a message to Handiman, and when the other had disappeared, knelt down beside the tall man and set to work to examine his injured foot. There could be no doubt that it was in a very serious condition. Tramping through the jungle he had managed to poison it, and had been unable to apply the necessary remedies. Obtaining some water from the stream Grantham bathed it tenderly, and then bound it up as well as he could with his handkerchief.
"That"s the best I can do for you for the present," he said. "We must leave it as it is, and, when we get you to the station, we will see what else can be managed."
He looked up and saw the little man"s eyes watched him intently. There was a look of almost dog-like affection in them for his companion, that went to the young soldier"s heart.
"By Jove," he said, "I"m sorry for you fellows. You must have suffered agonies. The Chinese are devils. But yours is not the first case we have heard of. We only come up here for a month at a time, but the man we relieved told us a strange tale about another poor beggar who came into the station some two months ago. He had been wandering in the jungle, and was nearly at death"s-door."
The blind man gave a start, while the little man seized his hand and made a number of rapid movements upon it with his fingers.
"My friend wants to know if you are aware of that man"s name?" he said.
"We lost a companion, and he thinks that he may be the man. For Heaven"s sake tell us what you know. You have no idea what it means to us."
"Since you are so interested in him I am sorry to have to say that I do not know very much. You see he had very little to do with us. As I have said, he turned up while our predecessors were here. From what I heard about him from Gregory, he gathered that he was a tall, thin man, who had come through from Pekin by way of Yunnan."
"Are you sure it was from Yunnan?"
"That"s what they told me," said Grantham. "Since then I have heard that he was on his way from Pekin to Burmah, and that his coolies had robbed him of all he possessed."
"You don"t happen to remember his name, I suppose!"
The blind man tried to ask the question calmly, but his voice failed him.
"As far as I remember his name was George Bertram," Grantham answered.
There was a pause for a few seconds, after which the blind man began again--
"He didn"t tell you, I suppose, whether he had any money about him?"
"He hadn"t a red cent," said Grantham. "The Chinese cleared him out.
They lent him the money to get to Rangoon. I happen to know that because he cashed my friend"s cheque in Bhamo."
There was another and somewhat longer pause.
"You did not hear whether he had any precious stones in his possession?"
"Good gracious, no! From what they told me I gathered that the man hadn"t a halfpenny in the world. Why should he have been likely to have had jewels? In point of fact I"m sure he hadn"t, for I was given to understand he was about as woe-begone a customer as could be found anywhere."
The blind man uttered a heavy sigh, and sank back to his former position upon the ground.
An hour and a half later, just as the shadows of evening were drawing in, a party of Sikhs put in an appearance, bringing with them a dhooly, in which they placed the injured man. It was almost dark when they reached the station, where Grantham"s superior officer was awaiting their coming.
"What on earth"s the meaning of this?" he asked, as the _cortege_ drew up before the bungalow. "Who are these men? And where did you find them?"