The League of the Leopard.
by Harold Bindloss.
CHAPTER I
A DANGEROUS BEQUEST
It was very hot in the little West African factory where trader Niven lay dying. The sea breeze had died away, and though sunset drew near, it was not yet time for the spicy airs from the inland forest to mitigate the temperature. The dust lay still in the sun-scorched compound, about which the palm fronds hung motionless, and only the roar of breakers on the beach broke through the drowsy silence.
Two white men lounged in cane chairs upon the veranda which encircled the building. Both were limp, gaunt of frame, and pallid in face, because the climate they lived in is particularly unhealthy. Neither had enjoyed much education, or felt the lack of it in the trade they followed, while the c.o.c.ktail jug on the little table betokened their favorite relaxation. Redmond and Gilby were West Coast traders who lived far remote from intercourse with their fellows, except for the two French rivals with whom they periodically quarreled. They concerned themselves with little beyond the well-being of their factory, and indulged each appet.i.te on opportunity, knowing that on the morrow they might suddenly die. Yet they had their strong points, including a tenacious regard for their employers" interests, which led them to toil twelve hours daily when sick of fever if trade was good, and sometimes defy the French authorities, and an inconsistent generosity, as the result of which they had camped in the store shed, and turned over their own quarters to the man who stood behind them, and his stricken companion. The former was of very different type.
"You have done your best for the poor devil," said Redmond, glancing regretfully from him toward the empty jug. "But if I know anything about coast fever--and I ought to--Niven will get his release to-night. Still rambling about that fortune, I suppose?"
Carsluith Maxwell nodded, and Gilby commented meditatively: "It may be all a fever fancy, and it may be true. Niven was well known in this afflicted colony years ago, and there is gold up yonder. In fact, right away from here to the Volta you can find the color in the rivers, but there"s very little of it that will pay for the washing, and few British mining companies that distribute much in dividends. Still, the old Portuguese took a good deal out, if the tales are true, and one gets small lots now and then put up in quills."
Redmond laughed maliciously.
"The last quills Gilby took in contained bra.s.s filings, and the firm wrote off their nominal value against our commission. Gilby had been drinking c.o.c.ktails all that day. He may be right about the gold, but it"s my firm opinion that unless the French send up a strong column and root out the Leopards, no white man will ever find it. You have heard about them, Maxwell?"
Maxwell was a man of discretion, and though he had ventured beyond the fringe of the Leopards" country, he only said:
"I don"t know much about them. Do you?"
"He does not," said Gilby. "Neither does any white man; unless perhaps it"s Rideau, or Niven. They are supposed to be members of one of the secret leagues run by the bush magicians in connection with the cult of the Ju-Ju; and if you want to know just what kind of devil a Ju-Ju is, you need not ask me. Anyway, from what one hears, those fellows can"t be all impostors. They could apparently give our amateur necromancers points in hypnotism, and what they don"t know about poisons is not worth learning. They"re no fools at bush politics either; and have managed to run Shaillu"s kingdom, and keep white men out of it pretty successfully.
It is believed that Shaillu would be glad to rule it without them, in his own way."
Maxwell knew all this, and a little more which his informant apparently did not; but he made no comment, and asked only one question:
"Who is Rideau?"
"He says he is a Frenchman," answered Gilby. "One would suppose that he ought to know; but after a dispute about the count of some monkey skins, Clancy of Axim once asked in public if there was not a dash of the tar brush in him, and was taken ill suddenly that night--which may, of course, have been a coincidence. In any case, he goes trading inland; and though he brings down a little gum, n.o.body knows exactly what he buys or sells. As you have heard, it"s a ghastly country, and there"s a heavy penalty for supplying n.i.g.g.e.rs with modern rifles. The little French commandant would give a good deal to fix a charge on him."
"Thanks. I will remember if I meet him; but it is about time I returned to my patient," said Maxwell, and the other two looked after him until he disappeared round a corner of the dwelling.
"A curious man," Gilby commented. "He"s probably like the parrot, for he says very little. Still, it is not everybody who would have turned back with his expedition on the very odd chance of saving a crazy countryman.
It is just possible, however, he was glad to, after the bushmen had scared him."
"African parrots never think, unless it"s about the p.r.i.c.king inside them," said Redmond. "You wouldn"t either, if a n.i.g.g.e.r had fed you with broken gla.s.s, so you"d die as soon as he"d sold you, and keep the demand up. You"re wrong, as usual, in other ways, too. If I"m a judge of character, there are no n.i.g.g.e.rs in Africa who could scare that man."
Meanwhile Maxwell had seated himself on the opposite veranda, and, after a glance at a trestle couch which showed him that Niven was apparently asleep, was gazing out to sea. He was close on the age of thirty, of average stature, but spare and sinewy. His sallow face had been further darkened by the African sun, and though now its expression and that of the dark eyes was thoughtful, it was the face of a resolute man.
Carsluith Maxwell was also, in a somewhat somber fashion, a handsome man; and though some of his fair acquaintances described him as too silent, and others as too sardonic, all agreed that he was interesting.
Maxwell described himself as an individual of unsettled habits, born with fastidious tastes and no means to gratify them--which, he said, explained his wanderings in search of a fortune. He did not add that his chief ambition was to restore to its former prosperity an old Border stronghold which, with every acre of its gra.s.s parks and stony plow-land heavily enc.u.mbered, stood behind the sh.o.r.es of Solway. Carsluith Maxwell, who some day would be master of Culmeny, had inherited more than a trace of the silent grimness of the old moss-troopers from whom he sprang.
Turning presently, he saw that Niven was wide awake and looking out to sea. Their acquaintance had been brief, and dated from the night when Niven reeled into the camp of a small French expedition, alone, fever-stricken, and half-crazy. Seeing that he would die in the forest when the expedition continued its march, Maxwell abandoned his prospecting journey and turned back to the coast with him. The African malaria often attacks a white man"s brain as well as his body; and during most of the time Niven had talked erratically. Now, however, Maxwell noticed that he appeared sensible and sane.
"Good to come back to, isn"t it?" he said, glancing at the sea, athwart which the track of the sunset beat luridly. "I used to long for it in the forest when Lyle and I first set up the one factory which ever stood more than twelve months in Shaillu"s country. That reminds me! I have a good deal to tell you, and, considering that I may not last out to-morrow, it"s high time I began. I have given you a good deal of trouble, but you may not regret it when I have done."
"I shall not regret it in any case," said Maxwell quietly. He was seldom emphatic in speech.
"You are like Lyle, and that"s partly why I"m going to tell you. He and I went up into Shaillu"s country long ago, and the Leopards tried to poison us. They wanted no white men there, and did not like free trade.
They also tried other ways; but if our lives were in our own hands, we held them tight--and any man might face the devil with a partner like Lyle. You will understand presently why I"m commencing at the beginning.
Well, we nursed each other through fevers, and twice stood behind a stockade with the rifle barrels burning our hands; but we made money, and I think the Leopards grew afraid of us because we lived in spite of them. Of course, we had our friends, because the brown traders from the North had to pay a heavy toll to the Leopards before we came; and some of them told us about gold having been washed out of a far-off river by n.i.g.g.e.rs who had a poor idea of its value. We were too busy to trouble about ventures of that kind; and as the river flowed through No Man"s Land there was n.o.body to sell us a marketable concession."
The sunset was fading off the waters when Niven paused to gather breath, while his strained voice sank to a deeper tone as he proceeded:
"There was a dispute as to who owned some gum we had paid for, and two men were shot before we convinced the n.i.g.g.e.rs that n.o.body could lay violent hands upon our property. Then one of Shaillu"s sub-headmen, who said there had been a mistake somewhere, summoned us to a palaver to talk the question over. We went, with twenty armed Krooboys scared almost to death, who feared Lyle more than they did the n.i.g.g.e.rs, and were given a fair hearing. Several of the big Leopard men were there, but the headman held us justified, and when we had made everybody a present the palaver ended in revelry. I warned Lyle; but to fear nothing, and be equally ready with smile or pistol, was always my comrade"s way.
"We came back safely; but he dragged himself up the stairway with his face all twisted the next night, and I knew what had happened before he told me. "Those devils have poisoned me," said he."
It was almost dark now, and the white mist from the forest slid in ghostly wreaths past the little factory. Niven shivered before he proceeded:
"Have you ever seen a comrade poisoned by the bushmen--when they meant to hurt him? No! Then you have something to be thankful for. Lyle, by worse luck, was young and strong, and took an unconscionable time dying; I don"t know that I did well when I took the pistol from him. For three mortal hours I suffered all with him, and there was no power left in me when at last he let his head drop on the table. There are things it is not fit to remember which one can never forget. Then I knew all that the man had been to me; and what I must do was plain before me.
"I sent the chief Leopard man a message, with a token which, in accordance with his own superst.i.tions, made it more impressive, that sooner or later I would demand full satisfaction, or, if I died too soon, would pa.s.s the debt on in a way he understood; and I had not forgotten when a new trading combination made me general manager. You see, I needed money, and could wait very patiently. I also made money, and, when badly sick, let the firm send me home, a fairly prosperous man, to recruit in England. It was there I met the woman I married; and she was worlds too good for me. I even forgot Lyle, and what we had done in Africa; and--for one looks at things differently over there--hoped for nothing better than to end my days in peace and security."
Niven so far had spoken sensibly, but he ceased when the thick hot African darkness rolled down like a curtain, and was silent a s.p.a.ce. The land breeze had delayed its coming, the temperature was almost insupportable, and the roar of the breakers set the whole factory vibrating in unison. It is possible that the fever gathered strength, as it often does, at nightfall; for the sick man"s speech was slow and disjointed when he began again. It was also evident that he was a little hazy in his mind.
"Poor Elsie died, and left me very lonely. Without her the life grew tame, and I would lie awake thinking of Africa and Lyle. He was growing impatient, and tried to warn me it was time I went back again. The warnings grew plainer, and at last I went. I had, so far as it was in me, trusted one man and loved one woman, and both of them had gone. The trading firms had forgotten my name, but I remembered the gold in the Leopard"s country, and determined, if I could find it, to hire my own fighting boys, and hunt down the whole accursed league. There is no law but the right of the strongest hand in Shaillu"s country. I went up with fifty Krooboys; and perhaps the Leopards remembered and were afraid of me, for we had almost reached the place in safety, when one of the sicknesses common up there seized us. I left most of the boys behind in camp with my headman, and pushed on for the river where the gold was said to be. I found it--or Lyle found it for me."
Maxwell thought that no sane man would have attempted single-handed to try conclusions with the almost omnipotent league, but he sat still, with a composure that was characteristic of him, asking no questions, though the simple statement had roused his most eager interest. It was some time before Niven proceeded.
"I turned back to camp, and found none of all the boys I left there.
Perhaps the headman had sold them. He had, you must remember, a curious cross-shaped scar upon his forehead. I don"t know where the rest went, or what I did, being fever-crazy, and it must have been Lyle who brought me to the Frenchman"s camp. Of course, Lyle is dead--I buried him with my own hands under the first big cottonwood behind the factory long ago--but he has never forgotten me. There was good alluvial gold in that river; and when I go you will find a record of my journey, with sketches and compa.s.s bearings, under my pillow. I"ll bequeath it to you, with my curse upon the men who killed poor Lyle, on this condition: If you meet the Leopards--and whoever goes up there will--you will remember my quarrel with them, and how my partner died."
"After what I have heard about their doings, I can promise that," said Maxwell quietly.
"I think we both can trust you. You look that kind of man," said Niven.
"I should never have told you if you hadn"t. The two things go together, for the Leopard headmen will know I have pa.s.sed the quarrel on. You can"t take one without the other."
Niven sank into sleep or unconsciousness presently, and Maxwell sat beside him considering what he had heard. He could see that there was a burden attached to the legacy; but he had no profession, and was not a rich man. It was true that he would shortly succeed to Culmeny, and had inherited the family pride in the ancient estate; but, when the interest had been paid, the rental of the poor, enc.u.mbered lands would provide the barest living. He determined that if there was gold in the Leopards"
country he would stake his life on the chance of finding it. After coming to this decision he called a Krooboy to watch the sick man, and retired to s.n.a.t.c.h a few hours" badly needed sleep. Sleep, however, was some time in coming. The mildewed building was insufferably hot, and the thunder of the surf sufficient to keep awake any man who had lately emerged from the hush of the twilight forest; but at last Maxwell sank into fitful slumber. It afterward was evident that the Krooboy, too, had slumbered.
Several hours had pa.s.sed when Maxwell awakened suddenly, and sat up listening. Through the deep monotone of the breakers he could hear the land breeze sigh eerily about the building. A snake rustled in the thatch, and loose boards creaked as they soaked in the damp; but although there was nothing suspicious in all this, Maxwell felt that something unusual had roused him. Men acquire an almost instinctive prevision of danger in the eternal shadow of the African bush.
Suddenly a detonation shook the building. Maxwell, leaping from his couch, ran along the veranda and burst, breathless, into Niven"s room.
Bright moonlight streamed in through the window, and he saw the sick man lying propped up on one elbow, with a pistol smoking in his hand. Niven appeared perfectly sane, and his voice was steady when he spoke.
"My fingers are shaky, and this is a hard pull-off, or I"d have shown you the man who betrayed me," he said. "It was my book he wanted."
Maxwell, who was quick in action, sprang out upon the veranda and made a circuit of the building. The dusty compound beneath it was clear as noonday under the moon, but, save for two startled Krooboys and trader Redmond who crossed it at a run, n.o.body moved therein, and Maxwell hardly considered it possible that any fugitive would have had time to reach the bush. He returned and told Niven so.
"You must have been mistaken," he said.
The sick trader laughed harshly.
"I am not in the least mistaken. I saw the man with the scar on his forehead as plainly as I see you. He must have been one of the Leopards; and, whether it"s magic or trickery, those fellows are fiendishly clever. You won"t be astonished at stranger things before they have done with you. Take the book now, and keep it, if you can. If a man called Rideau ever hears you have it and wants to trade with you, distrust him as you would the devil. If he says I ever made any bargain with him, it will be a lie!"