"By all means," said Forrester. "I will get your notes back. I suggest that you make a small present to the head-man, and he will no doubt let you come with us without any bother."
A brief conversation ensued between Forrester and the head-man, through Sher Jang. The notes were surrendered; a few coins were given to the Mishmi; the Chinamen attached themselves to the Englishmen"s party, and the march was resumed.
"He talks fine," said Mackenzie to Forrester, "but there"s something fishy about yon c.h.i.n.kies."
"The elder man has told the other not to give too much away, I think,"
said Forrester. "But they needn"t be afraid of us. Political refugees are safe with Englishmen."
"Man, maybe they"re murderers," said Mackenzie.
"You had better look out then," replied Forrester, with a laugh.
"Anyway, there"s a hang-dog look about the youngster," said Jackson.
"He"s like a puppy afraid of a whipping."
More than once during the journey they tried to converse with the young Chinaman, but failed to draw more than a word or two from him. The elder man kept close to his side, and the Englishmen, finding that their well-meant remarks tended only to increase the young man"s painful nervousness, gave up the attempt and left the Chinamen to themselves.
It was drawing towards sunset when they reached the plantation on which Forrester was employed. The long march through the hot and humid air had tired them all, and the condition of the sick man had become alarming. With the planter"s traditional hospitality, the manager, Mr.
Paterson, at once arranged to receive the captain in the bungalow he shared with Forrester, and offered to accommodate the Chinamen for the night in one of his G.o.downs. At the instance of the elder man the younger politely, but with evident reluctance, declined this offer, preferring to push on to Dibrugarh, only a few miles away. The Englishmen did not press them; they were anxious to have as soon as possible the opinion of Dr. Malcolm, the medical officer of the gardens, on the invalid"s chances of recovery.
"Eh, man, it"s a verra bad case," said the bluff Scots surgeon after making his examination. "Malaria is bad enough, as ye know, but I would not say but this is jungle fever. However, never say die; I"ll do what I can."
Early next morning Forrester rode over to Dibrugarh, and telegraphed to a military friend of Mr. Paterson"s in Calcutta, asking if anything was known of Captain Redfern. The manager had advised this course in preference to communicating with officials, as likely to avoid red tape and save time. In a few hours the answer came:--
Redfern Captain Bengal Fusiliers on furlough exploring buried cities Chinese Turkestan with Beresford archaeologist.
Forrester was not very strong in geography, but he knew that Chinese Turkestan must be at least a thousand miles from Dibrugarh. What had brought the explorers so far from the scene of their labours? The pressing question, however, was the whereabouts of Beresford. Without loss of time Forrester took the first train for Sadiya, the frontier village where resided the Political Officer whose duty was to keep an eye on the hill tribes.
"Your man is where he had no business to be," said that gentleman when he had heard Forrester"s scanty story. "He has been collared, I should think, by the hillmen somewhere south of Tibet--quite beyond my jurisdiction."
"Do you know anything of a waterfall a hundred miles or so north?" asked Forrester.
"There are falls in plenty, no doubt," was the reply; "but the country on the right bank of the Brahmaputra up there is practically unexplored.
Part of the course of the Brahmaputra itself is unknown."
"Before he became delirious Redfern talked of sending up a column to rescue his friend."
"My dear fellow, he was talking through his hat. It"s entirely out of the question. The Government won"t run the risk of provoking a general rising of the hillmen whenever a roving explorer has come to grief in a district where he has no earthly right to be. It would mean one of those little frontier wars that cost no end of money and set the Labour Members barking."
"But surely something ought to be done--can be done for an Englishman,"
Forrester persisted.
"I"ll communicate with headquarters and let you know the result; but I promise you it"s no good. The country is a sort of no man"s land.
Representations at Lhasa and at Pekin would be equally useless; China and Tibet would both wash their hands of the matter. Besides, Government wheels move slowly, the man would be done for before any move could be made; he may be done for already. I"m sorry for him, but he has only himself to blame."
Forrester went away very indignant at what he regarded as official callousness, yet recognising the soundness of the Political Officer"s contention. He remembered the Abor expedition, in which a large military force had been engaged for six months in making its way through the jungle to exact retribution for the murder of two Englishmen.
Remembering, too, the uncertainty of Beresford"s whereabouts, he was forced to admit that the Government might reasonably hesitate to commit themselves to an enterprise of which the end could not be foreseen.
When he returned to the plantation, and told his friends the results of his journey, Jackson, who was excitable and quick-tempered, stamped up and down the room, abusing Governments and Political Officers and mankind generally. Mackenzie, on the other hand, sat placidly smoking his pipe, silent and thoughtful. In the course of a few minutes, when Jackson had blown off steam, the Scotsman said quietly:--
"Now ye"ve done blethering, Bob, listen to me. We"ll do it ourselves."
"What?"
"Ay!"
"What do you mean, Mac?" asked Forrester.
"I"m telling you. A score or two of the a.s.sam Light Horse----"
"Oh, rats!" cried Jackson, impatiently. "If the Government won"t undertake it, d"you suppose they"ll let a lot of amateurs go careering about? They"d expect to have to send a Field Force to bring us off.
It"s absurd."
"Don"t blow my head off. I"ve another proposition. I"m not particular about my leave. Let the three of us see what we can do."
"D"you mean it, Mac?" cried Forrester.
"Ay!"
CHAPTER III
THE REFUGEES
The credit of the arrangements made during the next two days must be divided between Mackenzie and Sher Jang. The former showed a capacity for organisation which his friends had not suspected.
"Just ye listen to me," he said, when they were discussing the proposal he had sprung upon them. "If I tell ye nothing, ye"ll no have to tell fibs, d"ye ken? The least wee bit suspicion, and our leave will be stopped. All ye need to know is that before we start for our holiday in earnest we"re going on a private hunting expedition, which will be perfectly true. Sher Jang and I between us will make things ready."
"That"s the longest speech I"ve ever heard from your lips, Mac," said Forrester with a laugh.
"Maybe," Mackenzie replied.
He was not the man to let gra.s.s grow under his feet. Within an hour Sher Jang set off to interview certain Nagas of his acquaintance--active forest-bred natives who had served from time to time as beaters in hunting expeditions, and were to be depended on for nerve and steadiness. The shikari"s mission was to engage half a dozen as carriers for such stores as it would be necessary to take. They would be armed in case of difficulties with the natives they might encounter on the way, though Mackenzie hoped that no hostility would be aroused by the pa.s.sage of what was ostensibly a hunting party.
Meanwhile, Mackenzie himself sought out in Dibrugarh a local native contractor, whom he engaged to deliver a carefully calculated quant.i.ty of food within two days at a village about twelve miles north of the Brahmaputra. He went about among his acquaintances, trying discreetly to pick up any information they might possess about the country northward; but none of them had travelled more than a score of miles in that direction, so that his cautious inquiries had little result. As Captain Redfern was still in the delirium of fever, it became clear that the leaders of the expedition would have to rely on themselves to discover the place of Beresford"s captivity. They antic.i.p.ated little difficulty in locating the spots Redfern had marked as "Camel"s Hump" and "Monkey Face," because in the country through which they were going the mountains rose to a height of many thousands of feet, and eminences so distinctive as to invite special names would no doubt be conspicuous at a very great distance.
On the appointed day the three young fellows set off with Sher Jang and Hamid Gul. Their departure awakened no suspicion, but only a mild envy among those whose holidays were still to come. Arriving at the rendezvous, they found the half-dozen Nagas awaiting them, and the a.s.samese contractor with the supplies. On entering the village, Jackson turned round with a start.
"What"s up, Bob?" Forrester asked, noticing a strange look of bewilderment in his friend"s eyes.
"Nothing. I don"t know," Jackson replied, slowly. "I had the rummiest feeling--just as if some one were calling me."
Forrester laughed.