The next minute Pete came into sight, and their eyes met, Nic giving the man so long and intent a look that he did not see Humpy Dee watching him, only that Pete"s face worked a little, as if he grasped the fact that his companion had some news to impart.
But they had no chance of communicating then, for Samson and Xerxes were ready to count them as they went up to their shed; the dogs looking on and trotting about busily, as if helping two black shepherds by rounding up their flock.
It was hard work to eat that night, and the evening meal seemed more than ever to resemble a mash prepared for fattening cattle such as they seemed to be.
But Nic felt that food meant strength when the time for escaping came, and he forced himself to devour his portion as if ravenously.
The night soon came there, and they were locked up once more, Nic eagerly waiting for the chance to tell all he knew.
As he lay in his bunk listening, it was evident, from the low, guarded tone in which their companions talked, that they were in ignorance of the fact that their masters were absent, and all was very still outside, till one of the men spoke out angrily. Then a bang on the door from the b.u.t.t of a musket, followed by a burst of deep-toned barking, told plainly enough that proper precautions were taken, Samson"s voice coming loudly and hoa.r.s.ely with an order to keep quiet and lie down before he had to shoot.
"But there"s light ahead," thought Nic; and he waited till he thought he could communicate his news to Pete; but, to his disgust, the deep, low breathing close at hand told that he was asleep.
"Worn out with his weary toil last night," thought Nic. "Well, I"ll keep watch to-night until he wakes, and tell him then."
But hour after hour went sluggishly by, with the watcher trying to think out the plan by which they could escape in the easiest way.
In spite of the excitement produced by the knowledge that a door was open by which they could get away, there was a hindrance to his thoughts coming clearly. That long day"s toil in the burning sun made his plans run together till they were in a strange confusion; and at last he was swimming the river to reach the boat, when a dozen of the reptiles which haunted the water seemed to be tugging at him to drag him down, barking fiercely the while. Then he started up, to find that he had been fast asleep, and that the dogs were barking loudly because of their master"s return.
"What"s the row about?" Nic heard Humpy Dee growl.
"Then I was right," said another of the men. "The gaffers have been off somewhere, and have just come back. I thought so, because neither of them showed up in the fields after quite early."
"Why didn"t you tell me?" growled Humpy; and he whispered to his companions very earnestly.
Just then the voices of the settler and the overseer were heard talking to Samson; the dogs came smelling about the door, and the sentry spoke loudly to them to get away. Then by degrees all grew silent again, and a rustling sound told Nic that Pete was moving in his bunk.
"Couldn"t help it, lad," he whispered; "I was zo worn out, I went off fast. You"ve got zome"at to tell me?"
"Yes."
"I knowed it; but if I"d had to save my life I couldn"t ha" kep" my eyes open. What is it?"
Nic told him, whispering earnestly in his excitement.
"What a vool--what a vool!" whispered Pete. "On"y to think o" me never thinking o" that. Then it"s all right, Master Nic. We can just get together enough prog to last us, borrow the guns, pick out the night that zuits us, and then go quietly off."
"But would you dare to swim across the river--the alligators?"
"Yes," said Pete; "if they was twice as big; and if they touch me--well, they"ll find out what an edge and point I"ve given my knife. It"s all right, Master Nic, and I"m glad it"s you as found out the way."
"Hist!" whispered Nic, laying a hand on the man"s mouth.
For there was a rustling not far from where they lay; and Nic felt as if a hand were catching at his throat, for the thought came to thrill him through and through that Humpy Dee had crept nearer to hear what, in their eager excitement, they had said; and if he had heard--
Pete put it this way:
"If he knows, the game"s at an end."
Nic slept little more that night; not that he and Pete talked again about their plans, but because his brain was full of the momentous question:
Had their treacherous companion heard?
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
THE TIME AT LAST.
It was nervous work during the next few days, neither Nic nor Pete daring to take any step towards making their escape, for the feeling was strong upon both that they were in their enemy"s hands, and that he was only waiting his time before betraying them to the overseer.
"That"s his way, Master Nic, and it always was. Once he had a grudge agen a man he"d never forgive him," said Pete one night, "and he"d wait his chance to serve him out. I never liked Humpy, and he never liked me; zo, after all, it was six o" one and half-a-dozen o" the other."
"I can"t help thinking that we are worrying ourselves about nothing, Pete," replied Nic. "It"s a case of the guilty conscience needing no accuser."
"That it aren"t, sir," said the man st.u.r.dily. "I aren"t going to believe you"ve got any guilty conscience, and there aren"t nothing worse on mine than a bit o" zalmon."
Nic smiled in the darkness, and Pete went on:
"Well, if you think like that, Master Nic, let"s risk it. Old Humpy"s cunning enough, but p"raps two heads"ll be better than one, and we can beat him. What do you zay to trying, then?"
"Anything is better than this terrible suspense, Pete," said Nic. "I did manage to bear my fate before, but the thought now of that boat lying ready to carry us down the river is too much for me, and there are moments when I feel as if I must say to you, "Come on; let"s run down to the river and dash in, risking everything.""
"What! and them zee us go, Master Nic?"
"Yes; I am getting desperate with waiting."
"Wouldn"t do, my lad. They"d chivvy us, them and the blacks and Humpy and t"others. Why, bless you, nothing old Humpy would like better."
"I"m afraid so."
"That"s it, zir, whether you"re "fraid or whether you bean"t. And s"posing we got the boat, what then, zir? Them seeing us and going along by the bank shooting at us."
"We might lie down, Pete."
"Yes; and they"d send in half-a-dozen n.i.g.g.e.rs to zwim to the boat and bring it ash.o.r.e. What do you say to that, zir?"
"That I"m half-mad to propose such a thing," replied Nic.
"Talk lower, zir. I can"t hear old Humpy; but let"s be on the lookout."
"Better give up all thought of getting away," said Nic despondently.
"Bah! Never zay die, Master Nic. Why, there"s the old place at home seeming to hold out its finger to us, beckoning-like, and zaying "Come,"
and once I do get back, you"ll never ketch me meddling with no one"s zalmon again. But look here, zir, we thought it all out before, and I don"t see as we can better it."
"I feel hopeless, Pete."