They were both good runners, though their want of training showed itself in a certain shortness of wind. They gained the bridge, saw at a glance that the pursuers were still several hundred yards away, and seizing the rope began to swing themselves hand over hand across the stream. At their previous crossings they had exercised some little caution, in case the rope should break under their weight. Now, however, they put everything to the hazard, realizing that to fall into the stream would be no worse than to be caught.
The Kalmucks had been informed by Nurla of the destruction of the bridge, and had antic.i.p.ated an easy capture. When they saw the boys swinging themselves across they gave utterance to renewed shouts; some flung themselves from their horses and ran forward to swarm over in the same way: others reined up and once more began to fire. The fugitives were still some few feet from the farther side, and momentarily expected to be hit, when there was a sudden diversion in their favour. They heard shouts in the opposite direction, from beyond the rocks on the other side of the clear s.p.a.ce on which the aeroplane rested.
Immediately afterwards several rifle shots rang out. For a second they halted in their progress, in the fear that they were the targets of another hostile band. But next instant it flashed into Bob"s mind that the volley must have been fired by their own Pathans, whose arrival they had long expected.
"Come on, Law," he cried. "We"re all right now."
With three more heaves he was upon the bank. He turned to a.s.sist his brother; then both scurried across the open s.p.a.ce, past the aeroplane, and dashed into safety behind the screen of rocks, where they were received with shouts of delight by the five stalwart Pathans who lay there in a line with their rifles at their shoulders.
For the moment they were not aware of the effect of the volley. It had brought the Kalmucks to a sudden check. One of those who were scrambling across the rope dropped into the river; the rest swung themselves round and struggled frantically in the opposite direction.
Two or three of those who had halted on the track were wounded; and their comrades, realizing that they were helpless against marksmen under cover, wheeled round and made a hurried flight down the river, not drawing rein until they had pa.s.sed the intervening rocks and were themselves protected. Those who had followed the boys sprang to their saddles and galloped away; but one of them was winged before he had ridden many yards. He fell from his pony, which dashed on in pursuit of the rest and was soon lost to sight, the man rising and limping after.
The Pathans chuckled as they rose to their feet.
"That was well done," said one of them, named Fyz Ali. "But where is the huzur?"
He turned to the boys, who, feeling thoroughly exhausted by the stress and strain of this eventful morning, had flung themselves down, and lay at full length with their heads resting on their arms.
At the man"s words Lawrence looked up. He had learnt enough of the Pathan patois to understand and to make himself understood, though he could not yet sustain a lengthy conversation. In a few words, haltingly, he explained what had happened to his uncle. The Pathans threw up their hands in consternation, invoking the name of Allah and pouring out a torrent of curses upon Nurla Bai and the Kalmucks. Mr.
Appleton was very popular among them, and the news of his loss, and of the escape of the a.s.sa.s.sin, filled them with dismay and rage.
"Beyond doubt the huzur is dead," said Fyz Ali, pulling at his beard.
"Allah is great! The huzur could not live, falling wounded into the swift water. He sank like a stone, and lies at the bottom. We shall cast dust upon our heads for our father."
"You were just in time to save us," said Lawrence.
"Allah be praised! We were riding down, and came to the wonderful machine, and when we saw that the bridge was broken we knew that we must wait until the huzur returned. Therefore we got off our horses and were resting and eating when we heard shots afar off, and believed the huzur was doing justice upon Nurla Bai. But looking down the stream we perceived the sahibs running, and the accursed Kalmucks after them, and I said we must hide behind the rocks and fire when the time came. And by the mercy of Allah we were able to save the sahibs, and our hearts are glad; but our joy is turned to grief by this heavy news. Our light is become darkness, and we are as little children."
Lawrence then told in detail, as well as he could, the events of the morning. When he spoke of the encampment on the plateau, Fyz Ali at once agreed that Nurla Bai must have known of the proximity of his fellow countrymen, and that an attack upon the mine was clearly intended.
"What are we to do, sahib?" he asked.
Before Lawrence could reply, the air was rent by the crackle of rifles, and a shower of bullets hissed overhead, some pattering upon the rocks.
Some of the Pathans had incautiously shown themselves, and the enemy had opened fire from their position down the river. They instantly ducked under cover, and gathered in a group about their young masters, to consult on their course of action.
"How many Kalmucks did you see?" asked Lawrence.
"We did not count them, sahib," said Fyz Ali, "but there must have been nearly thirty. There are not so many now," he added with a grim chuckle.
"And we number seven all told!" said Lawrence. "Look after the men while I talk to my brother."
"We"re in a hole," said Bob. "The fellows aren"t great marksmen, but we can"t move the aeroplane while they command the s.p.a.ce in front. They"re only about a quarter of a mile away, and with a score of rifles they couldn"t help hitting us."
"What was your idea?"
"To get aloft and fly down-stream to reconnoitre. I should like to know whether the rest of them are coming up from the camp. But that"s out of the question."
"We"re safe for the present, anyhow. They can"t cross while we command the bridge."
"That"s true. I wonder whether they can climb the hills, and get at us from above. You might ask Fyz Ali whether he knows of a path."
The Pathan consulted with his companions. One of them said that he knew of a rough path a mile lower down the river, which led by a tortuous and difficult course over the hills; but it involved a round of nearly ten miles, and the march would take at least five hours.
"By that time it will be dark," said Bob. "It"s something to know that we are safe till then, and it gives us time to think out a plan. The one thing that"s clear at present is that we must get back to the mine."
"And Uncle?"
"We can do absolutely nothing more. In spite of what Fyz Ali said, I can"t help thinking that he may be still alive. If he were drowned, his body must have come up."
"And the Kalmucks would kill him if they found him."
"I"m not so sure. He"d be a valuable hostage. They might bring him up to the mine, and make our surrender a condition of his release."
"With all my heart I hope it is so. But suppose they haven"t got him?"
"We must get back to the mine and do our best to hold it. That"s what he"d wish us to do. But look here, old chap, we"ve eaten next to nothing. It"s no good letting ourselves down. Ask Fyz Ali to give us some of his tommy; we can"t get our own; and when we"ve had a feed we"ll decide what"s to be done."
CHAPTER THE NINTH
A FLIGHT BY NIGHT
The afternoon wore away. For some time there was complete silence except for the gurgling hum of the river, and the low tones of the Pathans as they talked gloomily among themselves. It occurred to Bob that the enemy, finding themselves so completely at a check, might have retreated, to advance again when they should guess that want of food had driven the Englishmen"s party back to the mine. But on putting it to the test he found that he was mistaken. He practised the old device of drawing the enemy"s fire by means of dummy targets. Two of the Pathans hoisted their turbans on their rifles until they showed just above the rocks. The instant result was a volley from downstream, and one of the turbans on being lowered was found to have several holes drilled in it.
"They don"t mean to let us off," said Bob. "I"ve made up my mind what we must do. When it"s dark we"ll creep out, you and I, and start the engine. We"ll toss who shall fly back to the mine----"
"No, that"s your job," said Lawrence. "You can manage the machine better than I."
"Just as you please. Well, I"ll go then, and have a talk with old Gur Buksh. You"ll stay here and keep watch on the enemy. By their sticking on it looks as if they might try to rush the position in the night: but as they can"t get across except as we did, by the rope, you ought to be able to spoil that little game. I"ll tell the havildar all about it, and get him to make quiet preparations for an attack. Then I"ll fly back. I"ll go on down-stream and take a good look at things. The enemy may have sheered off by the morning: in that case we can have another look for Uncle, and then return to the mine. If they"ve been reinforced from the camp, and look as if they are coming on, we can get back all the same. They"ll have to repair the bridge before they can bring their horses over, and the Pathans will be miles towards home before that can be done."
"Don"t you think it would be better to bring down some more men and prevent them from repairing the bridge? We could then stave off an attack on the mine--perhaps prevent it altogether."
"Too far from our base, my boy. There"s that path over the hills the men know of. We mustn"t run the risk of having our rear turned. But I"ll send down some reinforcements. Of course without the bridge the enemy can"t possibly cross until they reach the ford miles up-stream; but they may be good at mountain climbing, and judging by their pertinacity so far they won"t shirk the journey. They"ve got time on their side: there"s no hurry: they know that we"re boxed at the mine, and when they get there they"ve only got to sit tight and intercept our regular convoys of provisions to starve us out in a month or so. Things look pretty black, and our only chance is to strengthen our position and give them so hot a reception that they"ll get tired of it."
"There"s one thing Uncle ought to have done. He ought to have rigged up a wireless installation, so that we could summon help in an emergency like this."
"My dear chap, what would be the good? We could only get help from India, and they wouldn"t send an expedition out on behalf of an obstinate crack-brained adventurer, as they regard him, who"s no business here at all. Poor old Uncle, when he settled here, knew very well that he"d taken his life in his hands, and had only himself to rely on. We"ve got to do everything ourselves."
"Couldn"t you fly southward, and see if Major Endicott is within reach?"
"He"s back in Rawal Pindi long ago. No, we can"t expect any help. By George! I thought I"d lost all chance of seeing some fighting; but it looks now as if I"m to get a good deal more than I should have got if I"d come out with a commission."
"You seem quite cheerful at the prospect. You"re a born soldier, Bob."
"And we"ll make you one before we"ve done with you, old man. It"s all clear, isn"t it?"