"Does it matter?" asked Forrester. "The main thing is that we"ve got it, and the Old Man hasn"t. Besides, those fellows outside will be getting anxious. Where is Sher Jang, by the bye?"
"In his hut. I wished I could bring him, but he shares the hut with three others, and I didn"t dare fetch him out by night in case they smelt a rat and followed him. The fewer the better, to begin with."
"I say, it"s nearly morning. Look!"
A faint light was creeping in at the windows high in the wall. Time had pa.s.sed more quickly than they had been aware. Soon the Old Man"s menials would come to extinguish the lamps, and the priests would issue from their dwellings and go about the work of the day.
"What now?" Forrester asked.
"We must get our men inside, fasten the door, and hunt about for the way below. If we once get away with the Eye, we can come back any time and release all the prisoners."
"We can"t leave those poor wretches in the cavern to starve. Ah!
Listen!"
From somewhere outside came the harsh clangour of a gong.
"The signal to get up!" said Mackenzie. "There"s no time to lose. With or without the Eye, we must act. Yon little door leads to the entrance, no doubt. You had better bide here and watch over the head-dress. You might also try to discover how the Old Man gets from here to the judgment seat below. There must be a stairway somewhere. I"ll go along to the front, and bring in the others."
"What if the Old Man comes back, or any of his priests?"
"Och, show them the Eye! That"ll be enough, I doubt. You"ve got your spear, too. I"ll bring our men here as quickly as possible, and we"ll barricade ourselves and get a breathing s.p.a.ce to find the way out. Send Hamid after me."
He hurried through the door at the end of the room opposite to that by which he had entered. It opened into a vast central hall. Ranged along the sides were a number of curiously carved chairs, richly ornamented with gold. The walls were decorated--or rather, perhaps, disfigured--with inlaid figures of the Monster. Half-way down the hall, on the left, was an immense golden throne, like that in the underground Temple.
n.o.body was in sight. An arch at the further end led to a broad aisle and the great central door. A priest was in the act of throwing the door open. In the half darkness, with his eye fixed on the priest, Mackenzie failed to notice a couple of steps between the central hall and the entrance lobby. He slipped, and though he recovered himself instantly, the noise was sufficient to attract the priest"s attention, and he turned round. The sight of a white man rushing towards him hoe in hand from the direction of the inner sanctum seemed to paralyse him for a moment. Then he wheeled about, and fled with flying skirts through the open door, shouting as he went.
Mackenzie sprinted hard in pursuit, not from any particular wish to catch him, but anxious about the little party waiting in the summer-house. When he issued from the door, he saw the priest running towards a wicket gate in the garden wall. Before he reached it, it was opened from the inner side by a priest of the second order. The running man dashed through, shouting to his colleague as he pa.s.sed. The latter looked up, saw Mackenzie within a few yards, and turning on his heel, fled away at full speed, leaving the door open and the key in the lock.
In a few moments both the priests had rushed across the bridge and disappeared through the open wicket on the further side.
Mackenzie made straight for the summer-house.
"Come!" he cried, seeing Jackson peering round the door. "The whole lot of you! Through yon gate!"
The four dashed out, Jackson leading. Chung Tong moved more slowly than the rest. Mackenzie caught him by the neck, and shoved him along. He paused to shut and lock the gate, then herded the party across the courtyard into the main entrance of the paG.o.da. When all were inside he flung the door to, locked and barred it, and said:--
"Now, Mr. Beresford, I"ll ask you to keep guard here. You"re hungry, I know; I"ll send you something to eat. The rest of us are just going to find the way to the rift. You don"t object?"
"I"m at your orders," answered Beresford. "Forrester is safe?"
"He was three minutes ago. I"m away!"
The thought of Forrester inadvertently opening the Eye urged him through the hall at the speed of a greyhound. Jackson and Wing Wu followed him: Chung Tong dropped heavily into one of the golden seats that lined the entrance lobby, and groaned.
In the Old Man"s apartment Forrester was eating a kind of patty which Hamid had just brought on a well-laden tray from the kitchen.
"Take some food to Mr. Beresford at the door--some water too," cried Mackenzie. "All quiet, d.i.c.k?"
"Yes. I can"t find out how----"
"Dinna fash yersel" with it, man," Mackenzie interposed. At moments of excitement he was apt to relapse into his native idiom. "Bob, and you, mister, take a keek all round for the way below stairs. I"m away to the kitchen. Eat as you go."
He rushed off, anxious to see whether Hamid had secured the back entrance.
"Hech! the fathead!" he exclaimed, when he saw that the cook had merely barred the door; and looked around for material for an effective barricade. In a recess near the stove lay a number of logs of wood.
Dragging these out, he jammed them between the door and the opposite wall of the narrow pa.s.sage.
"That will give them some work," he thought.
Then he rushed back to his friends. Forrester was still feverishly trying to discover how the Eye worked. Jackson was absent. Wing Wu, munching a patty, had just returned from a rapid run through the building.
"Well?" cried Mackenzie.
"Sir, I cannot find either doors or staircases," said the Chinaman.
"Any men?"
"None but the two priests on the floor."
"That"s well. Hullo, Bob!"
Jackson was staggering in under a load of arms. The call to action had made a very different man of him.
"By Jinks!" cried Mackenzie. "Where did you find "em?"
"In a little room beyond. There"s a crowd of things of all sorts--pikes, swords, a small armoury."
"A jolly good find!" cried Mackenzie, "But you haven"t got our rifles!"
"No; I didn"t see them. There"s no ammunition for these ancient muskets, but they"ll come in useful, perhaps, as clubs."
"No doubt about that," said Forrester, looking up from the head-dress.
"It sounds like coming to a fight, Mac."
From without came the dull hubbub of distant voices. It was clear that the whole community was roused. The windows were too high in the wall for any of the party to see what was going on outside, but the increasing noise told that the priests had left their lodgings, and Mackenzie guessed that they were ma.s.sed in the garden beyond the locked gate. They could know nothing of what had happened within the paG.o.da.
No doubt they were bewildered and alarmed, wondering why the foreigners who had dared to profane the sacred floors of the August and Venerable had not instantly been shattered to dust by the omnipotent Eye.
"Will they scale the wall and attack us?" asked Jackson.
"Maybe, when they discover that we"re in possession," said Mackenzie.
"But at present you may be sure they"re just wandered. They don"t know what to do until they get word of the Old Man. What"s happened to him?"
At this moment a fierce howl of fury penetrated the walls.
"What"s up?" exclaimed Forrester. "Get on my back, Mac, and look out of the window."
Mackenzie mounted. The noise had swelled to a pandemoniac babel.
"The whole gang of them are in the garden yonder," he said. "They"re looking up towards the roof, yelling like fiends; I never saw such rage on such ugly faces. I"ll run to the door and see what maddens them."