""This is the host," and Stevens waved his hand in introduction. "But he knows only about six words of English, and I know nothing of his derned lip, so you see my new pard an" I cayn"t very well exchange confidences."
"I confess to a feeling of utter disappointment when I saw what we had come to; but there was no use in saying anything. "Who is he? How did you get to know him?" I asked Stevens. He closed an eyebrow over one of his white-grey eyes with a portentous wink.
""That, pard, is one of the secrets of the past. We hev the future before us."
"I never could quite make Stevens out. He spoke the most obtrusive Yankee; yet with turns of expression which at times induced me to think he was playing a part.
""Very well," I laughed," I don"t want to look back; but may I ask what is the entertainment this gentleman has provided for us?"
""Wal," replied Stevens, "he"s just one of their medicine-men: goes off to sleep, and then tells you all about everything. I"m goin" to lay round for him to tell us where Brito"s pile is. Spirit-rappin"
does strange things in my country, an" I don"t see ez how this old cuss moutn"t be of help."
"The old tack again!--I resigned myself to fate. There is no use in going into preliminaries. Stevens stated what he wanted, and I explained fully and clearly what was required. We then paid our fee, which the old gentleman wrapped up for security in a corner of the saffron sash he wore round his head, and told us to sit down before him. Then he stripped himself to the waist--there wasn"t much to remove--and spread a square of white cloth on the floor; on this he placed a mirror, brought the light close to the mirror, and then settled himself cross-legged before his arrangement of mirror and light.
""Listen!" he said in Burmese. "I have given my word, and will show you what you want; but you must not speak, and you must follow my directions implicitly."
"I translated to Stevens, who willingly agreed. ""Now shut your eyes."
"We did so, and I felt his hands pa.s.sing over my face. Then something cold touched my forehead, leaving a sensation much like that caused by a menthol crystal. A moment later a subtle odour filled the room--an odour indescribably sweet and heavy, the effect of which on me was to make me feel giddy.
""Open your eyes!"
"I almost started, for the words were spoken in the purest English. We obeyed, and found the room full of a pale blue vapour. The lamp had gone out; but the mirror was instinct with light, and threw a halo around it, showing the dim outline of the sorcerer crouched low down with his face between his hands. ""Look!"
"The voice seemed to come from all parts of the room at once, and Stevens" hand clutched on to my shoulder, the fingers gripping in like a vice. We bent over the gla.s.s, and saw reflected in it, not our own faces, but a wide creek, overhung by forest on each side, and a row of six colossal images of Buddha, or Gautamas as they are called, lining one of the banks. Whilst we looked on this silent scene, a boat with a couple of native oarsmen came round the elbow of the creek. In the stern sat a man in an old-fashioned dress, with a cuira.s.s on; and as the boat grounded lightly near the figure of the largest Gautama, he leaped actively to land, holding up from the ground a long, basket-hilted rapier. The two men followed, bearing with them an iron-bound chest, and laid it at the feet of the biggest Gautama; then returning to the boat, they brought picks therefrom, and began to dig, the man with the rapier standing over them, resting on the hilt of his sword. They dug away under the foot of the idol, and finally concluded they had gone far enough. The chief examined their work, and some words pa.s.sed. We saw the lips moving, but heard nothing. The box was buried carefully, and the stones and earth put back, so as to remove all traces of the hiding-place of the treasure. Some further directions were given, and one of the two natives stooped as if to throw some brushwood over the spot. The next moment the rapier pa.s.sed through his body. He twisted himself double, and rolled over dead. The other turned to flee, but there was a flash, a small curl of blue and grey smoke, and he fell forward on his face into the water and sank.
The cavalier, still holding the pistol in his hand, went up to the first man. There was no doubt he was dead; so the Don put back his pistol, wiped his sword carefully with a handful of gra.s.s, and returned it to its scabbard; then he dragged the body to the creek and flung it in. After that he gave a last look at the foot of the Gautama, and, jumping into the boat, began to paddle himself away.
""Dead men tell no tales." The words seemed to burst from Stevens.
Instantly there was a blinding flash, and when we recovered ourselves the room was as before. The cloth and mirror had gone, and the old sorcerer was seated on his stool in the corner of the room, the lamp burning dimly beside him.
""You spoke," he said. "I can do no more."
"I looked at Stevens reproachfully, and he understood. His face was very pale, and his lips blue with excitement. After a little he recovered himself, and said, with a shake of eagerness in his voice:
""Cayn"t this old cuss start fresh, an" give us another run?"
""I can do nothing," replied the man to my inquiry. "You must go now."
"We turned to depart, and when we got into the street Stevens said to me: "I"ll see you home. I"m afraid I busted the show."
""I"m afraid you have; but it"s no use crying over spilt milk."
"Stevens made no answer, and we walked back to my rooms without saying a word. At the door he left me abruptly, refusing all offers to come in. Once in my rooms, I tried to think out the matter, but gave it up and went to bed. Sleep wouldn"t come, so I lay awake the whole night, picturing to myself over and over again the grim scene I had seen enacted in the mirror. Towards morning I dropped into a troubled sleep, and awoke rather late. I got out of bed thinking that the events of the past night were, after all, nothing more than a dream; but it all came back to me. When I went down to breakfast I found Stevens waiting for me, and he pressed me earnestly to join him in a search for the place we had seen in the looking-gla.s.s. I was in an irritable mood. "Great Scott!" I said, "can"t you see that all this is only a conjurer"s trick? How many thousand Gautamas are there in Burma? Are you going to dig them all up?"
""Some men don"t know their luck, pard," he said, as he left me; and, although I thought of him sometimes, I never heard anything more of him for a long time.
"A run of bad luck came now, and the boss suspended payment--went bung, in fact--and I was thrown on my beam ends. I had something in the stocking, though; and it was about this time that my thoughts kept turning continually towards the orchid trade. It first struck me in this way: A friend of mine had written from home, pointing out that a demand had arisen for orchids; and the small supply I sent was sold on such favourable terms that I was seriously considering a larger venture. I thought the matter over, and one evening after dinner determined to give it a final consideration. So I lit my pipe, and strolled out towards the jetties--a favourite walk of mine. It was bright moonlight; and I walked up and down the planking, more and more resolved at every turn I took to decide upon the orchid business.
"At one end of the jetty there was a crane that stretched out its arm in a how-de-do sort of manner to the river below it. I walked up to it with idle curiosity, and when I came close, saw the figure of a European, apparently fast asleep, near the carriage of the crane. A common "drunk" or a loafer, I thought to myself--when the figure rose to a sitting posture, and, as the moonlight shone on its face, I could not make a mistake.
""Stevens!" I said.
""Wal, pard?" and Hake Stevens, without another word, rose up and stood before me.
"I saw at a glance that he was in rags, and that about the third of one stockingless foot was protruding in an easy manner from his boot; the other boot seemed more or less wearable. Stevens had a habit of walking with a lurch to his left--heeling over to port, as it were--which accounted for the fact I observed.
""Why," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, "how has it come to this? Why didn"t you come to me?"
""Have you got a smoke?" he asked.
"For answer I handed him my baccy pouch, and he loaded an old pipe.
""Light-o!"
"I struck a vesta, and handed it to him. By the flare of it I could see him very white and starved.
""Now," I added, "you come straight home with me."
""Guess ez haow I was making tracks thar, when I broke down, an" had to heave to. I hev found it this time. See hyar."
""First come home with me, and then you can tell me all about it. I won"t hear a word till you"ve had something to eat and a rest."
"It was only a few minutes" walk to my rooms; but I had to half carry Stevens there. Those were the days when cabs were unknown, remember.
As soon as we arrived, I told my boy to raise supper; and in the meantime Stevens had a stiff whiskey, a bath, and changed into some of my things. He looked a figure of fun as he came out, with about a yard of lean leg and leaner arm sticking out of the things I"d given him.
But, Lord! you should have seen him wolf the cold meat and pickles!
When he"d done, I was for just marching him straight to bed. But, no: he was determined to tell me his story; so I let him run his course.
""Pard," he said, "when I busted the caboodle that night, an" left you, I said to myself: "Hake Stevens, you chowder-headed clam, you jest make this level; you"ve done an all-fired foolish thing, an" now you"ve got ter eat yer leek." The next mornin" I gave you another try, but you wouldn"t rise to it; so I went off an" took a pa.s.sage to Henzada. It was all in the low countries that Brito was, an" I determined to work the thing in square--work every inch of it, ef it took me a hundred years, until I found thet creek with the images. I got to Henzada in a rice boat; then I pulled out my map, marked my square, an" set to work. I bought a paddle canoe, an" blazed every creek I went up. I made up my mind ez I should work down"erds from Henzada, ez thet was the furthest point old Brito struck. I calc"lated thet ef he was hard pressed, an" the Burmee squint-eyes were gettin"
the jamb on him, he would lay fur to hide his greenbacks ez far from his usual bars ez possible. Wal, I worked those creeks up an" down, night an" day, gettin" what I could out of the villagers on payment, an" when the dollars ran out, got it without payment. Snakes! How the squitters fed on me! An" I was a"most so starved thet, ef I could on"y hev managed it, I"d hev fed on them like a fish, an" got some of myself back agen. Wal, it woke snakes when they found I swooped down on their c.o.kynut plantations, and one thing and another; but a freeborn American ain"t goin" fur to starve when these hyar yeller Burmans gits their bellies full. The local sheriff and his posse turned out, an" thar was a vigilance committee behind every tree.
Shootin" was not in my line, unless forced to; so I skedaddled, an"
they after me. It was a tight race, an" I was so weak I felt I could hardly hold out; so I thought I"d better take to land. I shot the canoe under some branches, an", to my surprise, found they overhung an" concealed a small pa.s.sage, hardly wide enough for two canoes abreast. Up this I went: it was easier goin" than walkin" through the thorns. After about four hours of shovin" through slime, it widened out; an" then, turnin" a great clump of bamboos, I swung round to my right--an" what do you think I saw?"
"He stretched his hand out to me, and the grey of his eyes seemed absolutely to whiten. ""Ez I live, I saw the six big images all in a row, each one bigger than the other; an" they war smilin" across the creek, as they smiled when Brito buried his treasure thar, an" G.o.d knows how many years before. I ran the boat ash.o.r.e, jumped off, an"
patted the big idol"s knee--couldn"t reach further up; an" then I came back to find you. The gold lies thar, pard, an" we are made men: it"s thar, I say. Come back with me; share an" share alike--hands on it."
"His voice cracked as he brought his story to this abrupt close; and I said nothing, but shook his outstretched hand.
""When can we start?" he asked.
""You must pull yourself together a bit, Stevens, before we do anything of the kind."
"Then I told him briefly how I was a free man, and able to go where I listed; and that, as I could combine my first essay in orchid-hunting with the search for Brito"s treasure, I didn"t care how soon I went.
But it could not be until Stevens was better able to travel, as the rains were coming on, and further exposure might mean death to him.
""And now," I said, "you"d better turn in and have a snooze. I"m a bit sleepy myself."
"With that he got up and shambled off to bed. The next morning he was in a high fever, and it was some time before he was right again. At length he said he was once more fit "to fight his weight in wild cats." He wasn"t by any means that: he was still weak, and not able to face any great hardship; but enforced idleness was sending the man mad, and I thought we"d better make a start. I did not mean to go in for any particular roughing it. It was only subsequently that I learned what sort of music an orchid-hunter has to face."