Then, as the dripping anchor rose clear of the water, the breeze filled the sails of the yawl, and she, too, started to play her part in the hazardous enterprise.
Another five hours would decide whether Ahii would fall into the hands of its former possessors, and, what was still more important, the fate of the little band from McKay"s Island.
CHAPTER XII
AT BAY
Once clear of the reef, the canoes ceased paddling, and the brown cocoa-fibre sails were hoisted.
The yawl, by reason of her superior spread of canvas, soon forged ahead till, drawing in line with the largest canoe, in which were Blight and the head man of the tribe, the speed was regulated so as to keep within hailing distance of the ex-pearler.
Mr. McKay had already been given a rough chart of the island of Ahii.
Like their own island and Ni Atong, Ahii was surrounded by a reef, only that on the eastern side the rocky barrier practically touched the sh.o.r.e. There were four large pa.s.sages through the reef, two on the southern side--which they were approaching--one on the western, and the fourth on the northern.
The summit of Ahii was clearly visible from Ni Atong, and as the flotilla neared the island its peculiarities could be gradually discerned. It was considerably larger than McKay"s Island, and composed chiefly of a dark brown rock, its flat portions covered with verdure. The general outline resembled a saddle, the higher of the two peaks being over two thousand feet above the sea.
But in place of the glistening sands of McKay"s Island there was a beach of black sand, apparently the ground-up deposit of lava, for from the lower of the two peaks a thin cloud of smoke was emitted, showing that Ahii was still an active volcano.
At the western termination of the beach was perceived the entrance to a small creek, while beyond this opening low, dark-coloured cliffs rose sheer from the sea.
The approach of the invaders was observed long before the flotilla reached the entrance of the lagoon, and by the aid of their telescopes and field-gla.s.ses the crew of the yawl saw that the beach was lined with warriors, armed with formidable beak-headed clubs, long spears and oblong shields, the natives being bedecked with barbaric finery and plentifully bedaubed with paint and ochre.
"That"s their boat harbour," shouted Blight, pointing to the creek.
"Their canoes are drawn up on the banks about half-a-mile up the river.
The village is on the port side. Shall I tell our men to push right in and burn their blessed canoes?"
"No," replied Mr. McKay. "I don"t want unnecessary violence; besides, if their canoes are destroyed, how can they leave the island? Let our boats remain about two hundred yards from sh.o.r.e. You will then stand in the chief"s canoe and tell the natives to clear out. Say that we give them till midday. Otherwise we must open fire on them."
"Then you don"t want these fellows to have a set-to?"
"No! No bloodshed unless it cannot possibly be avoided. Now carry on and we"ll be ready to open fire to cover your retreat if they give trouble."
Blight could not but obey. The chief"s canoe was paddled slowly towards the sh.o.r.e, the natives regarding the late inhabitants of Ahii with contemptuous gestures not unmingled with curiosity. They expected a mad rush, a fierce conflict on the sh.o.r.e, and an easy victory; but the apparently timorous approach of a solitary canoe mystified them.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE CHIEF"S CANOE WAS PADDLED SLOWLY TOWARDS THE Sh.o.r.e]
The ex-pearler stood up and shouted to the hostile chiefs. Whether he gave Mr. McKay"s message in a conciliatory manner the Australian was not in a position to ascertain. More than likely, Blight, with a white man"s contempt for "n.i.g.g.e.rs," put his own construction upon the request, for before he had spoken half-a-dozen sentences there was a blood-curdling yell, and a shower of stones was hurled at the canoe.
The crew paddled out of range, while their companions, with loud counter-shouts of defiance, urged their boat to the attack, till by dint of much hand-waving Mr. McKay kept them temporarily in check.
"They"ve asked us to come ash.o.r.e and be made into "big pig,"" shouted Blight. "Shall we let our men loose?"
"Not here," replied Mr. McKay. "Paddle along the sh.o.r.e and we"ll make a landing as far from the village as possible. That will give the enemy a chance to clear out if they get the worst of it."
Headed by the yawl, the little fleet kept parallel with the sh.o.r.e, a crowd of about two thousand armed savages keeping pace with the invaders, yelling, dancing, brandishing their weapons, and hurling the direst insults of which the natives were capable at their apparently inferior enemies.
"It must be a sharp lesson, lads," observed Mr. McKay. "What wouldn"t I give for a Maxim or an automatic Colt. Ellerton, you take the helm and keep the boat just so, no nearer to sh.o.r.e."
The flotilla was now abreast of that part of the beach that was terminated by the cliffs. Here the flat sh.o.r.e consisted of a wedge-shaped piece of ground, so narrow that the enemy was unable to take due advantage of its superiority in numbers. The rapid fire of four magazine rifles would play havoc with the dense serried ranks of bronzed and painted warriors, but still Mr. McKay refrained from making the first advance.
"Let them fight it out between themselves," he shouted to Blight, who, however eager he was to send the natives to the fight, did not show any strong inclination to lead them. "We"ll open fire if our fellows get the worst of it."
It was plainly impossible to keep the invaders in hand. With a roar of defiance that momentarily drowned the yells of their more numerous adversaries, the natives urged their canoes towards the sh.o.r.e.
Then, as craft after craft grounded upon the beach, their crews dropped paddles, grasped their clubs and spears, and plunged waist deep into the water.
It was a veritable struggle between a host of bronzed paladins.
Clubs met with a loud and ponderous clang, spears met shields or else found a softer billet, while those of the defenders of the island who could not gain the van hurled enormous stones over the heads of their foremost ranks at their vindictive foes.
Above the shouts of the combatants could be heard the shrieks of the desperately wounded.
Several received serious wounds on both sides, yet save in extreme cases, they bore their hurts bravely, returning to the fray with the utmost determination, till failing strength caused them to drop, still fighting so long as they could wield a club or thrust with a spear.
Twice the rightful inhabitants of Ahii gained a footing on the sh.o.r.e, and twice were they swept back by the weight of numbers, for as fast as one of the defenders fell, another filled his place, while on the other hand the invaders had no reserves. True, there were the white men, but it was impossible to wield a rifle without serious consequence to friend as well as foe.
"How these fellows fight!" exclaimed Andy. "They simply won"t give way; they"ll be exterminated."
"It"s fighting for fighting"s sake," replied his father. "We must chip in or we"ll find ourselves opposed to the whole island without a native to help us. Luff her up, Ellerton. That"s right; now keep her as she is."
The yawl moved slowly in the opposite direction to her previous course, though still parallel with the sh.o.r.e. By this means the scene of the actual struggle was pa.s.sed and only the serried rearguard of the defenders was abeam.
"Now, lads, aim low!"
The four rifles opened a rapid fire. It seemed like butchery, yet, as Mr. McKay had said, there was no alternative. Twenty human beings cannot stop a modern rifle-bullet fired at one hundred yards" range.
The defence seemed to melt away, and with redoubled shouts of triumph the friendly natives started in pursuit of the fugitives, knocking over the head all who were overtaken.
"If those fellows won"t keep in hand, they will be in danger of being cut off," exclaimed Mr. McKay. "We must follow our friends up.
Ellerton, you stay on board, and keep our craft underway."
Hurriedly the two McKays, Terence, and Quexo jumped into the tender, rowed ash.o.r.e, and followed the ghastly trail of the victorious natives.
It was a hazardous undertaking, for some of the fugitives had fled inland instead of following their main body in their retreat upon the village. At any moment these might rally and fall upon the little band of white men, the dense scrub being favourable for such tactics.
There was no sign of Jimmy Blight. He had not accompanied the natives in their first attack, although he was known to have been in the chief"s canoe, nor had he made his appearance when the white party landed.
"Keep a bright look-out, lads," cautioned Mr. McKay. "Have your revolvers ready. They are more serviceable than rifles here."
At almost every yard of the way lay natives either dead or grievously wounded. Many of the latter were bold enough to attempt to rise and threaten the white men. So far as possible, the wounded were ignored, greatly to their surprise, for a savage rarely gives and never expects quarter.
Once or twice, however, a warrior would spring to his feet after the white men had pa.s.sed, and with his remaining energy throw his club or spear at his enemies. In that case it became necessary to silence the desperate native for ever.
Suddenly from the shelter of a dense belt of scrub three powerful blacks dashed upon Quexo, who had strayed a few yards behind the rest of the party.