She went farther from the camp than she really intended, and came unexpectedly upon the leopard which stood guarding its cubs while they growled and tore at the dead kid. Kathlyn realized that she was unarmed, and that the leopard was between her and the camp. She could see the roofs of the village below her; so toward the huts she ran.
The leopard stood still for a while, eying her doubtfully, then made up its mind to give chase. She had tasted blood, but had not eaten.
Meantime the little child had forgot her loss in her interest in the bullock cart with its grotesque lure; and she climbed into the cart just as Kathlyn appeared, followed by the excited leopard. She saw the child and s.n.a.t.c.hed her instinctively from the cart. The leopard leaped into the cart at the rear, while Kathlyn ran toward the chief"s hut, into which she staggered without the formality of announcing her advent.
The father of the child had no need to question, though he marveled at the white skin and dress of this visitor, who had doubtless saved his child from death. He flung the door shut and dropped the bar. Next he sought his gun and fired through a crack in the door. He missed; but the noise and smoke frightened the leopard away.
And later, Bruce, wild with the anxiety over the disappearance of Kathlyn, came across the chief battling for his life. He had gone forth to hunt the leopard, and the leopard had hunted him. Bruce dared not fire, for fear of killing the man; so without hesitance or fear he caught the leopard by the back of the neck and by a hind leg and swung her into the sea.
The chief was severely mauled, but he was able to get to his feet and walk. The white woman had saved his child and the white man had saved him. He would remember.
Thus the leopard quite innocently served a purpose, for all her deadly intentions; the chief was filled with grat.i.tude.
When the colonel and the others came into view the former seized Kathlyn by the shoulders and shook her hysterically.
"In G.o.d"s name, Kit, don"t you know any better than to wander off alone? Do you want to drive me mad?"
"Why, father, I wasn"t afraid!"
"Afraid? Who said anything about your being afraid? Didn"t you know that we were being followed? It is Umballa! Ah! that gives you a start!"
"Colonel!" said Bruce gently.
"I know, Bruce, I sound harsh. But you were tearing your hair, too."
"Forgive me," cried Kathlyn, penitent, for she knew she had done wrong.
"I did not think. But Umballa?"
"Yes, Umballa. One of the keepers found a knife by that bridge, and Ramabai identified it as belonging to Umballa. Whether he is alone or with many, I do not know; but this I do know: we must under no circ.u.mstances become separated again. Now, I"m going to quiz the chief."
But the chief said that no person described had pa.s.sed or been seen.
No one but a holy man had come that morning, and he had gone to the island in the sloop.
"For what?"
The chief smiled, but shook his head.
"Was it not a basket of gold and precious stones?" demanded the colonel.
The chief"s eyes widened. There were others who knew, then? Bruce noticed his surprise.
"Colonel, show the good chief the royal seal on your doc.u.ment."
The colonel did so, and the chief salaamed when he saw the royal signature. He was mightily bewildered, and gradually he was made to understand that he had been vilely tricked.
"To the boats!" he shouted, as if suddenly awakening. "We may be too late, Lords! He said he was a holy man, and I believed."
They all ran hastily down to the beach to seize what boats they could.
Here they met a heartrending obstacle in the refusal of the owners.
The chief, however, signified that it was his will; and, moreover, he commanded that the fishermen should handle the oars. They would be paid. That was different. Why did not the white people say so at once? They would go anywhere for money. Not the most auspicious sign, thought Ramabai. They got into the boats and pushed off.
On the way to the island the colonel consulted the map, or diagram, he held in his hand. It was not possible that Umballa knew the exact spot.
A filigree basket of silver, filled with gold and gems! The man became as eager and excited as a boy. The instinct to hunt for treasure begins just outside the cradle and ends just inside the grave.
To return to Umballa. Upon landing, he asked at once if any knew where the cave was. One man did know the way, but he refused to show it.
There were spirits there, ruled by an evil G.o.d.
"Take me there, you, and I will enter without harm. Am I not holy?"
That put rather a new face upon the situation. If the holy man was willing to risk an encounter with the G.o.d, far be it that they should prevent him. An ordinary seeker would not have found the entrance in a lifetime. Umballa had not known exactly where the cave was, but he knew all that the cave contained. When they came to it Umballa sniffed; the tang of sulphur became evident both in his nose and on his tongue. He understood. It was simply a small spring, a mineral, in which sulphur predominated. He came out with some cupped in his hands.
He drank and showed them that it was harmless. Besides, he was a holy man, and his presence made ineffectual all evil spirits which might roam within the cave.
Umballa, impatient as he was, had to depend upon patience. By dint of inquiries he learned that wild Mohammedans had cast the spell upon the cave, set a curse upon its threshold. Umballa tottered and destroyed this by reasoning that the curse of a Mohammedan could not affect a Hindu. Finally, he offered each and all of them a fortune--and won.
Torches were lighted and the cave entered. There were many side pa.s.sages; and within these the astute Umballa saw the true reason for the curse of the Mohammedans: guns and powder, hundreds and hundreds of pounds of black destruction! A lower gallery--the mouth of which lay under a slab of rock--led to the pit wherein rested the filigree basket. . . . For a time Umballa acted like a madman. He sang, chanted, dug his hands into the gold and stones; choked, sobbed. Here was true kingship; the private treasures of a dozen decades, all his for the taking. He forgot his enemies and their nearness as the fortune revealed itself to him.
As his men at length staggered out of the lower gallery with the basket slung upon an improvised litter he espied his enemies marching up the hill! Back into the cave again. Umballa cursed and bit his nails. He was unarmed, as were his men, and he had not time to search among the smuggled arms to find his need.
"Heaven born," spoke up the man who had known where the cave was, "there is an exit on the other side. We can go through that without yonder people noticing us."
"A fortune for each of you when you put this on the sloop!"
Back through the cave they rushed, torches flaring. Once a bearer stumbled over a powder can, and the torch holder all but sprawled over him. Umballa"s hair stood on end. Fear impelled the men toward the exit.
"There is powder enough here to blow up all of Hind! Hasten!"
At the mouth of the exit the men with the torches, finding no further need of them, carelessly flung them aside.
"Fools!" roared Umballa; "you have destroyed us!"
He fled. The bearers followed with the burden. Down the side of the promontory they slid. Under a projecting ledge they paused, sweating with terror. Suddenly the whole island rocked. An explosion followed that was heard half a hundred miles away, where the gunboat of the British Raj patrolled the sh.o.r.es. Rocks, trees, sand filled the air, and small fires broke out here and there. The bulk of the damage, however, was done to the far side of the promontory, not where the frightened Umballa stood. A twisted rifle barrel fell at his feet.
"To the sloop!" he yelled. "It is all over!"
On the far side the other treasure seekers stood huddled together, scarce knowing which way to turn. The miracle of it was that none of them was hurt. Perhaps a quarter of an hour pa.s.sed before their faculties awoke.
"Look!" cried Kathlyn, pointing seaward.
What she saw was Umballa, setting adrift the boats which had brought them from the mainland.
Came a second explosion, far more furious than the first. In the downward rush Kathlyn stumbled and fell, the debris falling all about her.
CHAPTER XXV
ON THE SLOOP