"He had run across him several times in his life. He exclaimed: "_Bamtz_! _Mais je ne connais que ca_!" And he applied such a contemptuously indecent epithet to Bamtz that when, later, he alluded to him as "_une chiffe_" (a mere rag) it sounded quite complimentary. "We can do with him what we like," he a.s.serted confidently. "Oh, yes.
Certainly we must hasten to pay a visit to that-" (another awful descriptive epithet quite unfit for repet.i.tion). "Devil take me if we don"t pull off a coup that will set us all up for a long time."
"He saw all that lot of dollars melted into bars and disposed of somewhere on the China coast. Of the escape after the _coup_ he never doubted. There was Niclaus"s prau to manage that in.
"In his enthusiasm he pulled his stumps out of his pockets and waved them about. Then, catching sight of them, as it were, he held them in front of his eyes, cursing and blaspheming and bewailing his misfortune and his helplessness, till Niclaus quieted him down.
"But it was his mind that planned out the affair and it was his spirit which carried the other two on. Neither of them was of the bold buccaneer type; and Fector, especially, had never in his adventurous life used other weapons than slander and lies.
"That very evening they departed on a visit to Bamtz in Niclaus"s prau, which had been lying, emptied of her cargo of cocoanuts, for a day or two under the ca.n.a.l bridge. They must have crossed the bows of the anch.o.r.ed _Sissie_, and no doubt looked at her with interest as the scene of their future exploit, the great haul, _le grand coup_!
"Davidson"s wife, to his great surprise, sulked with him for several days before he left. I don"t know whether it occurred to him that, for all her angelic profile, she was a very stupidly obstinate girl. She didn"t like the tropics. He had brought her out there, where she had no friends, and now, she said, he was becoming inconsiderate. She had a presentiment of some misfortune, and notwithstanding Davidson"s painstaking explanations, she could not see why her presentiments were to be disregarded. On the very last evening before Davidson went away she asked him in a suspicious manner:
""Why is it that you are so anxious to go this time?"
""I am not anxious," protested the good Davidson. "I simply can"t help myself. There"s no one else to go in my place."
""Oh! There"s no one," she said, turning away slowly.
"She was so distant with him that evening that Davidson from a sense of delicacy made up his mind to say good-bye to her at once and go and sleep on board. He felt very miserable and, strangely enough, more on his own account than on account of his wife. She seemed to him much more offended than grieved.
"Three weeks later, having collected a good many cases of old dollars (they were stowed aft in the lazarette with an iron bar and a padlock securing the hatch under his cabin-table), yes, with a bigger lot than he had expected to collect, he found himself homeward bound and off the entrance of the creek where Bamtz lived and even, in a sense, flourished.
"It was so late in the day that Davidson actually hesitated whether he should not pa.s.s by this time. He had no regard for Bamtz, who was a degraded but not a really unhappy man. His pity for Laughing Anne was no more than her case deserved. But his goodness was of a particularly delicate sort. He realised how these people were dependent on him, and how they would feel their dependence (if he failed to turn up) through a long month of anxious waiting. Prompted by his sensitive humanity, Davidson, in the gathering dusk, turned the _Sissie"s_ head towards the hardly discernible coast, and navigated her safety through a maze of shallow patches. But by the time he got to the mouth of the creek the night had come.
"The narrow waterway lay like a black cutting through the forest. And as there were always grounded snaggs in the channel which it would be impossible to make out, Davidson very prudently turned the _Sissie_ round, and with only enough steam on the boilers to give her a touch ahead if necessary, let her drift up stern first with the tide, silent and invisible in the impenetrable darkness and in the dumb stillness.
"It was a long job, and when at the end of two hours Davidson thought he must be up to the clearing, the settlement slept already, the whole land of forests and rivers was asleep.
"Davidson, seeing a solitary light in the ma.s.sed darkness of the sh.o.r.e, knew that it was burning in Bamtz"s house. This was unexpected at this time of the night, but convenient as a guide. By a turn of the screw and a touch of the helm he sheered the _Sissie_ alongside Bamtz"s wharf-a miserable structure of a dozen piles and a few planks, of which the ex-vagabond was very proud. A couple of Kalashes jumped down on it, took a turn with the ropes thrown to them round the posts, and the _Sissie_ came to rest without a single loud word or the slightest noise. And just in time too, for the tide turned even before she was properly moored.
"Davidson had something to eat, and then, coming on deck for a last look round, noticed that the light was still burning in the house.
"This was very unusual, but since they were awake so late, Davidson thought that he would go up to say that he was in a hurry to be off and to ask that what rattans there were in store should be sent on board with the first sign of dawn.
"He stepped carefully over the shaky planks, not being anxious to get a sprained ankle, and picked his way across the waste ground to the foot of the house ladder. The house was but a glorified hut on piles, unfenced and lonely.
"Like many a stout man, Davidson is very lightfooted. He climbed the seven steps or so, stepped across the bamboo platform quietly, but what he saw through the doorway stopped him short.
"Four men were sitting by the light of a solitary candle. There was a bottle, a jug and gla.s.ses on the table, but they were not engaged in drinking. Two packs of cards were lying there too, but they were not preparing to play. They were talking together in whispers, and remained quite unaware of him. He himself was too astonished to make a sound for some time. The world was still, except for the sibilation of the whispering heads bunched together over the table.
"And Davidson, as I have quoted him to you before, didn"t like it. He didn"t like it at all.
"The situation ended with a scream proceeding from the dark, interior part of the room. "O Davy! you"ve given me a turn."
"Davidson made out beyond the table Anne"s very pale face. She laughed a little hysterically, out of the deep shadows between the gloomy mat walls. "Ha! ha! ha!"
"The four heads sprang apart at the first sound, and four pairs of eyes became fixed stonily on Davidson. The woman came forward, having little more on her than a loose chintz wrapper and straw slippers on her bare feet. Her head was tied up Malay fashion in a red handkerchief, with a ma.s.s of loose hair hanging under it behind. Her professional, gay, European feathers had literally dropped off her in the course of these two years, but a long necklace of amber beads hung round her uncovered neck. It was the only ornament she had left; Bamtz had sold all her poor-enough trinkets during the flight from Saigon-when their a.s.sociation began.
"She came forward, past the table, into the light, with her usual groping gesture of extended arms, as though her soul, poor thing! had gone blind long ago, her white cheeks hollow, her eyes darkly wild, distracted, as Davidson thought. She came on swiftly, grabbed him by the arm, dragged him in. "It"s heaven itself that sends you to-night. My Tony"s so bad-come and see him. Come along-do!"
"Davidson submitted. The only one of the men to move was Bamtz, who made as if to get up but dropped back in his chair again. Davidson in pa.s.sing heard him mutter confusedly something that sounded like "poor little beggar."
"The child, lying very flushed in a miserable cot knocked up out of gin-cases, stared at Davidson with wide, drowsy eyes. It was a bad bout of fever clearly. But while Davidson was promising to go on board and fetch some medicines, and generally trying to say rea.s.suring things, he could not help being struck by the extraordinary manner of the woman standing by his side. Gazing with despairing expression down at the cot, she would suddenly throw a quick, startled glance at Davidson and then towards the other room.
""Yes, my poor girl," he whispered, interpreting her distraction in his own way, though he had nothing precise in his mind. "I"m afraid this bodes no good to you. How is it they are here?"
"She seized his forearm and breathed out forcibly: "No good to me! Oh, no! But what about you! They are after the dollars you have on board."
"Davidson let out an astonished "How do they know there are any dollars?"
"She clapped her hands lightly, in distress. "So it"s true! You have them on board? Then look out for yourself."
"They stood gazing down at the boy in the cot, aware that they might be observed from the other room.
""We must get him to perspire as soon as possible," said Davidson in his ordinary voice. "You"ll have to give him hot drink of some kind. I will go on board and bring you a spirit-kettle amongst other things." And he added under his breath: "Do they actually mean murder?"
"She made no sign, she had returned to her desolate contemplation of the boy. Davidson thought she had not heard him even, when with an unchanged expression she spoke under her breath.
""The Frenchman would, in a minute. The others shirk it-unless you resist. He"s a devil. He keeps them going. Without him they would have done nothing but talk. I"ve got chummy with him. What can you do when you are with a man like the fellow I am with now. Bamtz is terrified of them, and they know it. He"s in it from funk. Oh, Davy! take your ship away-quick!"
""Too late," said Davidson. "She"s on the mud already."
"If the kid hadn"t been in this state I would have run off with him-to you-into the woods-anywhere. Oh, Davy! will he die?" she cried aloud suddenly.
"Davidson met three men in the doorway. They made way for him without actually daring to face his glance. But Bamtz was the only one who looked down with an air of guilt. The big Frenchman had remained lolling in his chair; he kept his stumps in his pockets and addressed Davidson.
""Isn"t it unfortunate about that child! The distress of that woman there upsets me, but I am of no use in the world. I couldn"t smooth the sick pillow of my dearest friend. I have no hands. Would you mind sticking one of those cigarettes there into the mouth of a poor, harmless cripple? My nerves want soothing-upon my honour, they do."
"Davidson complied with his naturally kind smile. As his outward placidity becomes only more p.r.o.nounced, if possible, the more reason there is for excitement; and as Davidson"s eyes, when his wits are hard at work, get very still and as if sleepy, the huge Frenchman might have been justified in concluding that the man there was a mere sheep-a sheep ready for slaughter. With a "_merci bien_" he uplifted his huge carcase to reach the light of the candle with his cigarette, and Davidson left the house.
"Going down to the ship and returning, he had time to consider his position. At first he was inclined to believe that these men (Niclaus-the white Nakhoda-was the only one he knew by sight before, besides Bamtz) were not of the stamp to proceed to extremities. This was partly the reason why he never attempted to take any measures on board.
His pacific Kalashes were not to be thought of as against white men. His wretched engineer would have had a fit from fright at the mere idea of any sort of combat. Davidson knew that he would have to depend on himself in this affair if it ever came off.
"Davidson underestimated naturally the driving power of the Frenchman"s character and the force of the actuating motive. To that man so hopelessly crippled these dollars were an enormous opportunity. With his share of the robbery he would open another shop in Vladivostok, Haphong, Manila-somewhere far away.
"Neither did it occur to Davidson, who is a man of courage, if ever there was one, that his psychology was not known to the world at large, and that to this particular lot of ruffians, who judged him by his appearance, he appeared an unsuspicious, inoffensive, soft creature, as he pa.s.sed again through the room, his hands full of various objects and parcels destined for the sick boy.
"All the four were sitting again round the table. Bamtz not having the pluck to open his mouth, it was Niclaus who, as a collective voice, called out to him thickly to come out soon and join in a drink.
""I think I"ll have to stay some little time in there, to help her look after the boy," Davidson answered without stopping.
"This was a good thing to say to allay a possible suspicion. And, as it was, Davidson felt he must not stay very long.
"He sat down on an old empty nail-keg near the improvised cot and looked at the child; while Laughing Anne, moving to and fro, preparing the hot drink, giving it to the boy in spoonfuls, or stopping to gaze motionless at the flushed face, whispered disjointed bits of information. She had succeeded in making friends with that French devil. Davy would understand that she knew how to make herself pleasant to a man.
"And Davidson nodded without looking at her.
"The big beast had got to be quite confidential with her. She held his cards for him when they were having a game. Bamtz! Oh! Bamtz in his funk was only too glad to see the Frenchman humoured. And the Frenchman had come to believe that she was a woman who didn"t care what she did.
That"s how it came about they got to talk before her openly. For a long time she could not make out what game they were up to. The new arrivals, not expecting to find a woman with Bamtz, had been very startled and annoyed at first, she explained.