"What"s that?" whispered Rob.
"Deer, I thought at first, my lad; but it could not have been, because a deer would have gone on racing through the forest, and one would have heard the sounds dying away, not end suddenly like those did. You see, there was a sudden rustle, and then it stopped, as if whatever it was had been started up by our coming and then settled down again to hide and watch us."
"Indian?" whispered Rob uneasily.
"Nay, more like some great cat. Strikes me it was one of the spotted tigers, and a hardened arrow"s not much good against one of those beasts. I say, let"s strike off in the other direction, and try if we can find something there. Cats are awkward beasts to deal with even when they"re small. When it comes to one as strong as a horse, the best way to fight "em is to get out of their way."
Shaddy took a few steps forward so as to be able to peer up through a green shaft among the trees to the sunshine and satisfy himself as to their position, and then led off again.
"Can"t be too particular, Mr Rob, sir," he said; "st.i.tch in time saves nine. Bit of observation now may save us hours of walking and fighting our way through the tangle."
Rob noted his companion"s careful management, and that whenever they had to pa.s.s round a tree which stood right in their way Shaddy was very exact about starting afresh exactly straight, and after a time in making off again to their left, so as to hit the river near the clearing. But for some time they found nothing to take their attention.
"And that"s the way of it," said Shaddy in reply to an observation of Rob"s. "You generally find what you are not looking for. Now, if we wanted plenty of fine hardwood timber, here it is, and worth fortunes in London town, and worth nothing here. I"d give the lot, Mr Rob, for one of our fine old Devonshire apple-trees, well loaded down with yellow-faced, red-cheeked pippins, though even then we"ve no flour to make a dumpling."
"And no saucepan to cook it in."
"Oh, we could do without that, my lad. Worse things than baked dumplings."
"Are we going right, Shaddy?" said Rob suddenly.
The old sailor took an observation, as he called it, before he answered, so as to make sure.
"Yes," he said thoughtfully, "and if we keep straight on we shall hit the clearing. Strikes me that if we go pretty straight we shall come upon Mr Brazier loaded down to sinking point with plants, and glad of a bit of help to carry "em. Don"t you be down-hearted, sir! This is a bit of experience; and here we are! something at last."
As he spoke he pointed to a tree where the sun penetrated a little, and they could see that it was swarming with small birds evidently busy over the fruit it bore. Shaddy was pressing forward, but Rob caught his arm.
"What is it, lad?"
"Look!" whispered Rob. "What"s that?"
"Eh? Where? See a tiger?"
"No, that horrible-looking thing walking along the branch. It has gone now."
"Ugly monkey?"
"Oh no," whispered Rob, "a curious creature. Alligators don"t climb trees, do they?"
"Never saw one," said Shaddy. "Might if they were taught, but it wouldn"t be a pleasant job to teach one. Well, where is it?"
"Gone," whispered Rob. "No; there it is on that branch where it is so dark."
"I see him," said Shaddy in a subdued tone. "Ought to have known. Now then, your bow and arrows! That"s a skinful of good meat for us. You won"t mind shooting that?"
"No," said Rob, quickly fitting an arrow to the string, "I don"t mind shooting that. But not to eat, thank you."
"You will not be so particular soon. That"s iguana, and as good as chicken. Ready?"
Rob nodded.
"Keep behind the trees, then, and creep slowly forward till you are pretty close--I daresay you"ll be able to--and then aim at his shoulder, and send the arrow right through."
"I will," said Rob drily, "if I can."
"Make up your mind to it, my lad. We want that sort of food."
"You may," thought Rob as he began to stalk the curious old-world, dragon-like beast, which was running about the boughs of a great tree in complete ignorance of the neighbourhood of human beings, probably even of their existence.
The lad"s heart beat heavily as he crept from tree to tree in full want of faith as to his ability to draw a bow-string with effect; for his experience only extended to watching ladies shooting at targets in an archery meeting; and as he drew nearer, stepping very softly from shelter to shelter and then peering out to watch the reptile, he had an admirable opportunity for noting its shape and peculiarities, none of which created an appet.i.te for trying its chicken-like flesh. He gazed at a formidable-looking animal with wide mouth, a hideous pouch beneath its jaw, and a ridge of sharp-looking, teeth-like spines along its back ending in a long, fine, bony tail. These, with its fierce eye and scaly skin, and a habit of inflating itself, made it appear an object which might turn and attack an aggressor.
This struck Rob very strongly as he stopped at last peering round the bole of a huge tree. He was about thirty yards from the lizard now, and in a position which commanded its side as it stood gazing straight before it at some object, bird or insect, in front.
It was just the position for resting the bow-arm against the tree for steadiness of aim, and feeling that he could do no better, but doubtful of his skill and quite as doubtful of the likelihood of the wooden arrow-head piercing the glistening skin of the iguana, Rob took a careful aim, as he drew his arrow to his ear in good old archer style, and let his missile fly.
Roughly made, unfeathered, and sent by a tyro, it was no wonder that it flew far wide of the mark, striking a bough away to the left and then dropping from twig to twig till it reached the undergrowth below.
Where it struck was some distance from the lizard, and the sound and the falling of the reed gave it the idea that the danger point was there, so that it directed its attention in that quarter, stood very erect, and swelled itself out fiercely.
This gave Rob ample time to fit another arrow to his string, correct his aim, and loosen the shaft after drawing it to the head. This one whizzed by the iguana, making it flinch slightly; but treating it as if it had been a bird which had suddenly flashed by, the lizard fixed its eyes on the spot where this second arrow struck.
"I shall never hit the thing," thought Rob as he fitted another arrow and corrected his aim still more, but this time too much, for the arrow flew off to the lizard"s right.
"Three arrows gone!" muttered the lad as he prepared for another try, took a long aim, and, to his great delight, saw the missile strike the bough just below where the iguana stood, but only for it to make a rush forward out of his sight.
"But I should have hit it if I had only aimed a little higher," he thought.
The lizard being invisible, he was about to return to Shaddy, thinking of his companion"s disappointment, when, to his surprise, he suddenly saw the reptile reappear upon a lower branch, where it stood watchful and eager, and once more presenting a splendid opportunity for a skilled archer.
"It"s of no good," thought Rob. "I must practise every day at a mark,"
and once more taking aim without exercising much care, but more with an idea of satisfying his companion if he were watching his actions than of hitting his mark, he drew the arrow quickly to the head, gave one glance along the slight reed at the iguana, the bow-string tw.a.n.ged, and the next moment the reptile was gone.
"That settles it," said Rob as he listened to the rustling of the leaves and twigs; "but I must have gone pretty near for it to have leaped off the bough in such a hurry. I"ll be bound to say poor old Joe would have made a better shot. Italian! Genoese archers!" he continued thoughtfully. "No, they were cross-bow-men. Poor old Joe, though! Oh, how shocking it does seem for a bright handsome lad like he was to--"
"Here! hi! T"other way, my lad! He dropped down like a stone."
"No, no; leaped like a deer off the branch. I saw him."
"Well, so did I," cried Shaddy, hurrying up. "The arrow went clean through him."
"Nonsense!"
"Nonsense, sir? What do you mean?"
"I did not go near him."
"What? Why, you shot him right through the shoulder. I haven"t got much to boast about except my eye, and I"ll back that against some people"s spy-gla.s.ses. That iguana"s lying down there at the bottom of the tree dead as a last year"s b.u.t.terfly, and I can put my foot right on the place. Come along."