"Isn"t this nearest one Ngati"s canoe, Jem?"
"Yes, my lad; that"s she. I know her by that handsome face cut in the front. I s"pose poor Ngati"s dead."
"I"m afraid so," said Don, sadly. "I"ve been trying to make out his face and Tomati"s among the prisoners, but I can"t see either."
"More can"t I, Mas" Don. It"s a werry bad job. Lookye yonder now."
Don was already looking, for a great deal of excited business was going on below, where the victorious tribe was at work, going and coming, and bringing down loads of plunder taken from the various huts. One man bore a bundle of spears, another some stone tomahawks, which were rattled into the bottom of the canoes. Then paddles, and bundles of hempen garments were carried down, with other objects of value in the savage eye.
This went on for hours amidst a great deal of shouting and laughter, till a large amount of spoil was loaded into the canoes, one being filled up and deep in the water.
Then there seemed to be a pause, the canoes being secured to trees growing close down to the sh.o.r.e, and the party busy there a short time before absent.
"Coming to fetch us now, I suppose, Mas" Don," said Jem. "Wonder whether they"ve got your pistol and cutlash."
But no one but the guards came in sight, and a couple of weary hours pa.s.sed, during which the other prisoners sat crouched together, talking in a low tone, apparently quite indifferent to their fate; and this indifference seemed so great that some of the thoughtless children began to laugh and talk aloud.
For some time this was pa.s.sed over unnoticed; but at last one of the guards, a tall Maori, whose face was so lined in curves that it seemed to be absolutely blue, walked slowly over to the merry group, spear in hand, to give one child a poke with the b.u.t.t, another a sharp blow over the head, evidently with the intention of producing silence; but in the case of the younger children his movements had the opposite effect, and this roused the ire of some of the women, who spoke out angrily enough to make the tall, blue-faced savage give a threatening gesture with his spear.
Just at that moment, however, a loud shouting and singing arose, which took the man"s attention, and he and his fellows mounted on a stage at one corner of the _pah_ to stand leaning upon their spears, gazing down at the festivities being carried on at the edge of the sands below.
For some time past it had seemed to Don that the plundering party had fired the village, for a tall column of smoke had risen up, and this had died down and risen again as combustible matter had caught.
The fire was too far below to be seen, but the smoke rose in clouds as the work of destruction seemed to be going on.
The singing and shouting increased, and once or twice the other prisoners appeared to take an excited interest in the sounds that came up to them; but they only sank directly after into a state of moody apathy, letting their chins go down upon their chests, and many of them dropping off to sleep.
The noise and shouting had been going on for some time, and then ceased, to be succeeded by a low, busy murmur, as of a vast swarm of bees; and now, after sitting very silent and thoughtful, watching the faint smoke which came up from the fire, and eagerly drinking in the various sounds, Don turned his eyes in a curiously furtive manner to steal a look at Jem.
He did not move his head, but proceeded with the greatest caution, so as to try and read his companion"s countenance, when, to his surprise, he found that Jem was stealing a look at him, and both, as it were, s.n.a.t.c.hed their eyes away, and began looking at the prisoners.
But at that time it was as if the eyes of both were filled with some strange attractive force, which made them turn and gaze in a peculiarly hard, wild way.
Don seemed to be reading Jem"s thoughts as his sight plunged deeply into the eyes of his companion, and as he gazed, he shuddered, and tried to look elsewhere.
But he could not look elsewhere, only hard at Jem, who also shuddered, and looked shame-faced and horrified.
For they were reading each other"s thoughts only too correctly, and the effect of that perusal was to make big drops of perspiration roll down Jem"s face, and to turn Don deadly pale.
At last each s.n.a.t.c.hed his eyes away, Jem to watch the prisoners, Don to close his, and sit trembling and listening to the bursts of merriment which came up.
At such times, in spite of their efforts, they could not imitate the apathy of the New Zealanders, but gazed wildly at each other, trying to make themselves believe that what they imagined was false, or else the prisoners would have shown some sign of excitement.
At last Jem ceased to make any pretence about the matter. He stared speechlessly and full of misery at Don, who let his eyes rest wildly on Jem"s for a time before dropping his head upon his chest, and sitting motionless.
All through the rest of that hour, and hour after hour, till towards evening, did the wretched prisoners sit in despair and misery without food or water; and the sounds of merriment and feasting came loudly to where they were.
The sun was descending rapidly when about half-a-dozen of the conquering tribe came up to the _pah_, with the result that those who were on guard suddenly grew wildly excited, and giving up their duties to the new comers, uttered eager shouts and rushed off in a way that was frantic in the extreme.
Don and Jem again exchanged looks full of misery and despair, and then gazed with wonder and loathing at the new comers, who walked slowly about for a few minutes, and then went and leaned their backs against the palisading of the _pah_, and partially supported themselves upon their spears.
"Ugh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jem with a shudder as he turned away. "You wretches!
Mas" Don, I felt as I lay here last night, all dull and miserable and sick, and hardly able to bear myself--I felt so miserable because I knew I must have shot some of those chaps."
"So did I, Jem," sighed Don; "so did I."
"Well, just now, Mas" Don, I"m just "tother way; ay, for I wish with all my heart I"d shot the lot. Hark, there!"
They listened, and could hear a burst of shouting and laughing.
"That"s them sentries gone down now to the feast. I say, Mas" Don, look at these here fellows."
"Yes, Jem, I"ve been looking at them. It"s horrible, and we must escape."
They sat gazing at their guards again, to see that they were flushed, their eyes full, heavy, and starting, and that they were absolutely stupefied and torpid as some huge serpent which has finished a meal.
"They must be all drunk, Jem," whispered Don, with a fresh shudder of horror and loathing.
"No, Mas" Don, "tarn"t that," said Jem, with a look of disgust. "Old Mike used to tell us stories, and most of "em was yarns as I didn"t believe; but he told us one thing as I do believe now. He said as some of the blacks in Africa would go with the hunters who killed the hippipperpothy-mouses, and when they"d killed one, they"d light a fire, and then cut off long strips of the big beast, hold "em in the flame for a bit, and then eat "em, and cut off more strips and eat them, and go on eating all day till they could hardly see or move."
"Yes, I remember, Jem; and he said the men ate till they were drunk; and you said it was all nonsense, for a man couldn"t get drunk without drink."
"Yes, Mas" Don; but I was all wrong, and Mike was right. Those wretches there are as much like Mike Bannock was when he bored a hole in the rum puncheon as can be. Eating too much makes people as stupid as drinking; and knowing what I do, I wishes I was in Africa and not here."
"Knowing what you do, Jem?"
"Yes, Mas" Don, knowing what I do. It"s what you know too. I can see you do."
Don shuddered.
"Don"t, Jem, don"t; it"s too horrid even to think about."
"Yes, dear lad, but we must think about it. These here people"s used to it, and done it theirselves, I daresay; and they don"t seem to mind; but we do. Ah, Mas" Don, I"d rather ha" been a sailor all my life, or been had by the sharks when we was swimming ash.o.r.e; for I feel as if I can"t stand this. There, listen!"
There was a sound of shouting and singing from the beach below, and one of the guards tossed up his spear in a sleepy way, and shouted too, but only to subside again into a sluggish state of torpidity.
"Why, Mas" Don, by-and-by they"ll all be asleep, and if we tried, you and me might get our arms and legs undone, and take a spear apiece, and kill the lot. What do you say?"
"The same as you will, if you think, Jem," replied Don. "No."
"No, it is, Mas" Don, of course. Englishmen couldn"t do such a thing as that."
"But only let us have a fair chance at them again, Jem, and I don"t think we shall feel very sorry if we slay a few."
"Sorry?" said Jem, between his teeth. "I mean a hundred of "em at least, as soon as we can get away; and get away we will."
They sat listening till the horrible feast below was at an end, and everything became so silent that they concluded that the enemy must be asleep, and began to wonder that the prisoners should all crouch together in so apathetic a state. But all at once, when everything seemed most still, and half the prisoners were dozing, there came the heavy trampling of feet; the guards roused up, and in the dim light of the late evening, the bonds which secured the captives" feet were loosened, and, like a herd of cattle, they were driven down from the platform upon which the _pah_ was constructed, and along the slope to the sands, where the canoes rode lightly on the swell.
Into these they were forced to climb, some getting in with alacrity, others slowly and painfully; two or three falling helplessly in the water, and then, half drowned, being dragged in over the side.