Petrak gave up his weapons joyfully, not realizing that he was being disarmed for the very purpose I had warned him about--Thirkle was getting ready to finish his job in earnest.
"Now get along and dump the last of it in there, and move navy style or we"ll be here at dark. No more soldiering, Petrak: and see that ye keep yer jaw battened down, Mr. Trenholm, or I"ll take a hand in this that ye won"t relish and attend to ye in a way ye won"t fancy."
"Ye"ll play fair with me, won"t ye, Thirkle?" asked Petrak.
"Fair as ye deserve. Move along with that cargo."
Petrak began to whine to himself, and I said nothing more until we went in with the last sack.
"You fool, he"ll kill you as I told you he would, but you are too late now."
"Oh, Thirkle"s all right," he grumbled; but he seemed worried since he had given up the pistols, and he saw plainly enough that Thirkle"s manner had changed in no undecided way since Petrak had surrendered his weapons.
"All clear," said Thirkle, as we came out. He was measuring rope, and had his jacket on and a bundle rolled up, and all the camp litter was removed and dead leaves scattered over our tracks.
"Can I have my guns now, Thirkle? I don"t like to go down the trail without a gun--no knowin" what might happen."
"Never would do yet, Reddy. Take this knife and cut the lines away from Mr. Trenholm"s feet, and we"ll fix him so he can navigate back to the boats. You take the lead back, Reddy, because you know the way better than I do, and I"ll make Mr. Trenholm fast to ye, and follow on. We"ll need to look sharp to make the beach before dark."
"But I want my guns, Thirkle. Fair play"s fair play, and I want my guns."
"Never mind the guns, I say. Mr. Trenholm will be right at your back all the way down, and we can"t take any chances now, Reddy. I"ll settle him when the boats are off, and then you won"t have anything to worry about.
Cut his feet loose."
"What style of a funeral would suit him?" asked Petrak, busy with the cords at my feet.
"We"ll have to select something special for Mr. Trenholm. How about the same go-off we gave Caldish? Remember Caldish? Wanted to say his prayers.
Quick and neat it was, and no mess."
"If he helps with the boats, how about a tow out at the end of a painter, Thirkle? He"ll make good shark bait, only some skinny."
"That would do for him nicely, Reddy. We"ll let him push the boat well out, and, when he has her clear, pull away and give him plenty of line.
That"s a capital idea, Reddy, and we"ll use it."
They bound my arms to my sides, and put the end of the rope round Petrak"s waist, so that I was about five feet behind him when it was taut. In this way we set out for the beach, with Petrak in the lead and Thirkle, carrying his bundle and smoking a cigar, treading on my heels, to make me keep close up.
The sun was not quite down, but the jungle was filling with shadows, and, once the sun got below the horizon, night would close down on us with the tropical swiftness that knows no twilight, and the day would go out like a candle under a snuffer.
Thirkle had been drinking of the brandy, and was in a jolly mood, and he had given Petrak a good swig of it to lighten the little rascal"s feet, but I refused the bottle when it was offered to me, for, low as my spirits were, and racked as my body was, I could not come to accept their ghastly hospitality.
If I let the rope tighten between me and Petrak, Thirkle prodded me with the point of a knife, and, as I was faint with hunger and thirst, and utterly worn out, I frequently stumbled and fell, when they both set upon me and beat me to my feet. Petrak pulling me up with the rope, while Thirkle scourged me with a leather thong.
We had been on the road about half an hour when I recognized the spot where Captain Riggs had crawled into the brush to rest, and I began to complain loudly and made as much noise as possible, hoping that the captain and Rajah might still be concealed near by.
"Keep close!" yelled Petrak, as I let the rope tighten and hung back.
"Get along or I"ll flay ye alive!" thundered Thirkle, which was what I wanted him to do.
"Then don"t let those low limbs fly back on me," I cried as loudly as I dared without exciting their suspicion of my purpose. "They knock me off my feet, and that"s why I can"t keep close up."
"Shut yer jaw," said Thirkle, and I stumbled along again, wondering what had become of Captain Riggs, and wondering if he had been lured into the jungle by the shots I had exchanged with Long Jim, and was lost.
I kept straining at the cords about me, but although I hurt the wounds on my wrists until I was weak from pain, I could not free myself. If nothing better offered, I was determined to make a dash at Thirkle if he freed my hands to work at the boat. If I could not surprise him in the dark and get hold of a knife or pistol, I could at least give him a fight even if I died in a last attempt to save myself. I much preferred to die fighting than at the end of a rope in the water, as Petrak had suggested.
I knew they would have to find the oars before they could get a boat away, and the missing plugs might cause them a deal of trouble if they launched the boats without noticing their loss. I hoped that I might find a chance of escape in the darkness if the boat filled with them after they got it into the water.
Finally we came to level ground, and I knew we were close to the beach, for we could hear the rollers. The brush was thicker in the marsh, and we got off the trail, but we could see patches of the moonlight on the water ahead, and caught the white flash of the waves tumbling on the shingle.
Petrak left the bed of the brook and pushed his way straight ahead through the dense foliage which shut us off from the beach. I fell and made a great racket, setting up a wail about my leg and swearing that I had broken it, and begging Thirkle to help me.
He struck at me with his thong, and, although he missed, I screamed at the top of my voice, as a warning to Captain Riggs, in case he should be lurking about. Besides, I hoped my play that I had been badly crippled would give me a better opportunity to escape or to attack them, as they would be more careless if they thought I was perfectly helpless.
"I"ll give ye something to yell about soon," said Thirkle. "Just wait a while and I"ll give ye something to make a real fuss about. Maybe ye think there"s a ship near--maybe there is; but it won"t do ye much good, so let"s not have any more of this bawling. I thought ye was gamer than that, my fine Mr. Trenholm."
"Here we are, Thirkle!" cried Petrak, pushing the wall and bushes aside and showing us the moonlit sea and the loom of the mainland shouldering up into the stars. "It can"t be far to the boats, Thirkle."
We went out into the still warm sand. The moon, lean in its first quarter, hung over the top of the island, silvering the sand and playing with the gaunt shadows of the palm-trees, distorting them into queer shapes and making grotesque patterns under our feet. The breeze, the snoring of the waves, the sense of freedom after the hot, reeking jungle, refreshed me, and I almost forgot the doom that threatened. Thirkle stood a minute and scanned the channel, muttering to himself.
"Looks all clear, sir," said Petrak.
"All clear, Reddy. Push on, lad; the boats are right ahead."
"Here we are, sir, all snug," called Petrak, and I saw the indistinct pile in the shadow of the brush which marked the cache of boats.
"No matches, Reddy. Mind ye don"t make a flash or we"ll have some craft on the prowl along here. We can"t take any chances."
"Cut me loose from this cussed line, Thirkle. We can take a turn on a tree and hold the writin" chap until we have need for him."
Thirkle cut him free from me, and they bound me to a broken palm-stump. I pleaded to be put on the ground, complaining about my leg, and Petrak finally wrapped the rope about my legs and threw me to the ground, more to keep me quiet than to ease my supposed suffering. They left me laying helpless in a thicket of young bamboo shoots, with my head and shoulders in the sand. I managed to wriggle on my side so that I had view of the boats, and, what was better, I got my teeth into the rope on my hands and began gnawing it desperately.
"Which boat has the stores, Reddy? I"m twisted all around."
"The nighest, Thirkle. The nighest has the stores, and the other the tackle."
"You go round the other side for the block, Reddy. We better take the spare boat with us and set it adrift after we clear the channel, or load it with stones and let it go down after we are clear of the island. Then we"ll get the wind and slip down the coast to the first native town.
That"s better than waiting to be picked up and having to answer questions that wouldn"t carry by. No Manila-bound boat for us, to land about the time the _Kut Sang_ was reported overdue."
"Right ye are, Thirkle," said Petrak, stumbling about in the dark. "It"s black as a Kroo boy in here," and presently he began to drag the block through the dead leaves and brambles.
""No need for the tackle, sir, once we get clear of the sand, in my mind.
We can skid "em with oars, and lighten the stowed one--hey, Thirkle? I ain"t for leavin" no marks hereabouts, and we can drag some bushes over the wake we leave in the sand, so--"
"We"ll see about that when we get clear," said Thirkle gruffly. "Hold yer lip now."
Thirkle was busy pulling the palm-leaves from the boats and clearing the litter with which they had covered their cache. I could hear him tugging at the sail which they had spread over the outer boat. The moonlight was getting brighter, and more stars were coming out, and the jungle was beginning to awaken. A lizard set up a monotonous croak in the branches overhead, and insects and unseen things began to stir in the foliage.
"Blast this mess of halyards and gear Bucky strewed alongside--"