TheMungananoticedhisfearandwhispered:
“Wemustswimthewater。Ifyouhaveagod,whiteman,prayhimtoprotectyoufromBonsa。“
“Leadon,“answeredAlan,“Idonotdreadafoulfetish,onlythelookofit。Butistherenowayround?“
TheMunganashookhisheadandbegantoenterthecanal。Jeekie,whoseteethwerechattering,hungback,butAlanpushedhimfrombehind,sosharplythathestumbledandmadeasplash。ThenAlanfollowed,andasthecold,blackwaterrosetohischest,lookedagainatBigBonsa。
Itseemedtohimthatthethinghadturnedroundandwasstaringatthem。Surelyafewsecondsagoitssnoutpointedtheotherway。No,thatmustbefancy。Hewasswimmingnow,theywereallswimming,AlanandJeekieholdingtheirpistolsandlittlestockofcartridgesabovetheirheadstokeepthemdry。ThegoldheadofBigBonsaappearedtobeliftingitselfupinthewater,asareptilemight,inordertogetabetterviewoftheseproceedings,butdoubtlessitwastheripplesthattheycausedwhichgaveitthisappearance。Onlywhydidtheripplesmakeitcometowardsthem,quitegently,likeaninvestigatingfish?
Itwasabouttenyardsoffandtheywereinthemiddleofthecanal。
TheMunganahadpassedit。ItwasinalinewithAlan’shead。OhHeavens!asuddensmotheroffoam,arushlikethatofatorpedo,andsetlowdownbetweentwocurvingwaves,aflashofgold。Thenagurgling,inhumanlaughandaweightuponhisback。DownwentAlan,downanddown!
Themoonlightabovevanished。Alanwasaloneinthedepthswiththisdevil,orwhateveritmightbe。Hecouldfeelhandsandfeetgrippingandtreadingonhim,buttheydidnotseemtobehuman,forthereweretoomanyofthem。Alsotheywereverycold。HegavehimselfupfordeadandthoughtofBarbara。
Thensomethingflashedintohismind。Inhishandhestillheldtherevolver。Hepresseditupwardsagainstthethingthatwassmotheringhim,andpulledthetrigger。Againhepulledit,andagain,foritwasaself-cockingweapon,andeventheredeepdowninthewaterheheardthethudoftheexplosionofthedamp-proofcoppercartridges。Hislungswerebursting,hissensesreeled,onlyenoughofthemremainedtotellhimthathewasfreeofthatstranglinggripandfloatingupwards。Hisheadroseabovethesurface,andthroughthemouthofhismaskhedrewinthesweetairwithquickgasps。DownbelowhimintheclearwaterhesawtheyellowheadofBigBonsarockingandquiveringlikeagreatreflectedmon,sawtoothatitwasbeginningtorise。Yethecouldnotswimawayfromit,thefetishseemedtohavehypnotizedhim。HeheardJeekiecallingtohimfromtheshallowwaternearthefurtherbank,butstillhefloatedtherelikealogandstareddownatBigBonsawallowingbeneath。
Jeekieplungedbackintothecanalandwithafewstrongstrokesreachedhim,grippedhimbythearmandbegantotowhimtotheshore。
BeforetheycamethereBigBonsaroselikeahugefishandtriedtofollowthem,butcouldnot,orsoitseemed。Atanyrateitonlywhirledroundandrounduponthesurface,whilefromitpouredawhitefluidthatturnedtheblackwatertothehueofmilk。Thenitbegantoscream,makingathinanddreadfulsoundmorelikethatofaninfantinpainthananythingtheyhadeverheard,averysickeningsoundthatAlannevercouldforget。Hestaggeredtothebankandstoodstaringatitwhereitbled,rolledandshrieked,butbecauseofthemilkyfoamcouldmakenothingoutinthatlight。
“Whatisit,Jeekie?“hesaidwithanidioticlaugh。“Whatisit?“
“Oh!don’tknow。Devilandall,perhaps。Comeon,Major,beforeitcatchus。“
“Idon’tthinkitwillcatchanyonejustatpresent。Devilornothollow-nosedbulletsdon’tagreewithit。ShallIgiveitanother,Jeekie?“andheliftedthepistol。
“No,no,Major,don’tplaytomfool,“andJeekiegrabbedhimbythearmanddraggedhimaway。
AfewpacesfurtheronstoodtheMunganalikeamantransfixed,andeventhenAlannoticedthatheregardedhimwithsomethingakintoawe。
“Strongerthanthegod,“hemuttered,“strongerthanthegod,“andboundedforward。
Followingthepaththatranbesidethecanal,theyplungedintoatunnel,holdingeachotherasbefore。InafewminutestheywerethroughitandinaplacefullofcedartreesoutsidethewalloftheGoldHouse,underwhichevidentlythetunnelpassed,forthereitrosebehindthem。Beneaththesecedartreestheyflittedlikeghosts,nowinthemoonlightandnowintheshadow。
Thegreatfalltothebackofthetownwasontheirleft,andinfrontofthemlayoneofthearmsoftheriver,atthisspotaragingtorrentnotmuchmorethanahundredfeetinwidth,spannedbyanarrowsuspensionbridgewhichseemedtobesupportedbytwofibreropes。Onthehithersideofthisbridgestoodaguardhut,andtotheirdismayoutofthishutranthreemenarmedwithspears,evidentlytocutthemoff。Oneofthesemenspedacrossthebridgeandtookhisstandatthefurtherend,whiletheothertwopostedthemselvesintheirpathattheentrancetoit。
TheMunganaslackedhisspeedandsaidoneword——“Finished!“andJeekiealsohesitated,thenturnedandpointedbehindthem。
Alanlookedbackandflittinginandoutbetweenthecedartrees,sawthewhiterobesofthepriestsofBonsa。Thendespairseizedthemall,andtheyrushedatthebridge。Jeekiereacheditfirstanddodgingbeneaththespearsofthetwoguards,plungedhisknifeintothebreastofoneofthem,andbuttedtheotherwithhisgreathead,sothathefelloverthesideofthebridgeontotherocksbelow。
“Cut,Major,cut!“hesaidtoAlan,whopushedpasthim。“Allrightnow。“
Theywereonthenarrowswayingbridge——itwasbutasingleplank——
Alanfirst,thentheMungana,thenJeekie。WhentheywerehalfwayacrossAlanlookedbeforehimandsawasighthecouldneverforget。
Thethirdguardatthefurthersidewassawingthroughoneofthefibreropeswithhisspear。Theretheywereonthemiddleofthebridgewiththetorrentravingfiftyfeetbeneaththem,andthemanhadnearlyseveredtherope!Togetoverbeforeitpartedwasimpossible;behindwerethepriests;beneaththeroaringriver。Allthreeofthemstoppedasthoughparalyzed,forallthreehadseen。
SomethingstruckagainstAlan’sleg,itwashispistolthatstillremainedfastenedtohiswristbyitsleatherthong。Hecockedandliftedit,tookaimandfired。Theshotmissed,whichwasnotwonderfulconsideringthelightandtheplatformonwhichtheshooterstood。Itmissed,buttheman,astonished,forhehadneverseenorheardsuchathingbefore,stoppedhissawingforamoment,andstaredatthem。ThenashebeganagainAlanfiredoncemore,andthistimebygoodfortunethebulletstruckthemansomewhereinthebody。Hefell,andashefellgraspedthenearlyseparatedropeandhungtoit。
“Getholdoftheotherropeandcomeon,“yelledAlan,andoncemoretheyboundedforward。
“MyGod!it’sgoing,“heyelledagain。“Holdfast,Jeekie,holdfast!“
Nextinstanttheropepartedandthemanvanished。Thebridgetippedover,andsupportedbytheremainingrope,hungedgewaysup。Tothisropethethreeofthemclungdesperately,restingtheirfeetupontheedgeoftheswayingplank。Forafewsecondstheyremainedthus,afraidtostir,thenJeekiecalledout:
“Climbon,Major,climbonlikeonemonkey。Lookbad,butquitesafereally。“
AstherewasnothingelsetobedoneAlanbegantoclimb,shiftinghisfeetalongtheplankedgeandhishandsalongtherope,whichcreakedandstretchedbeneaththeirthreefoldweight。
Itwasahorriblejourney,andinhisimaginationtookatleastanhour。Yettheyaccomplishedit,foratlasttheyfoundthemselveshuddledtogetherbutsafeuponthefurtherbank。ThesweatpouringdownfromhisheadalmostblindedAlan;adeadlynauseaworkedwithinhim,sicklytremorsshotupanddownhisspine;hisbrainswam。YethecouldhearJeekie,inwhomexcitementalwaystooktheformofspeech,sayingloudly:
“Thinkthatmannoliarwhatsayourgreatpapaswasmonkeys。Neverlookdownonmonkeynomore。Wakeup,Major,thosepriestsmonkey-mentoo,forweallbrothers,youknow。Waitabit,Istoptheirlittlegame,“andspringingupwiththreeorfourcutsofthebigcurvedknife,heseveredtheremainingropejustastheirpursuersreachedthefurthersideofthechasm。
Theyshoutedwithrageasthelongbridgeswungbackagainsttherock,thecutendofitfallingintothetorrent,andwavedtheirspearsthreateningly。TothisdemonstrationJeekierepliedwithgesturesofcontemptsuchasareknowntostreetArabs。ThenhelookedattheMungana,wholayuponthegroundamelancholyanddilapidatedspectacle,fortheperspirationhadwashedlinesofpaintoffhisfaceandpatchesofdyefromhishair,alsohisgorgeousrobeswerewater-
stainedandhisgemnecklacesbroken。HavingstudiedhimawhileJeekiekickedhimmeditativelytillhegotup,thenaskedhimtosetouttheexactsituation。TheMunganaansweredthattheyweresafeforawhile,sincethattorrentcouldonlybecrossedbythebrokenbridgeandwastoorapidtoswim。TheAsiki,headded,mustgoalongjourneyroundthroughthecityinordertocomeatthem,thoughdoubtlesstheywouldhuntthemdownintime。
HereJeekiecuthimshort,sinceheknewallthatcountrywellandonlywishedtolearnwhetheranymorebridgeshadbeenbuiltacrossthetorrentsincehewasaboy。
“Now,Major,“hesaid,“yougetupandfollowme,forIknoweveryinchofground,alsobyandbygoodshortcutovermountains。YouseeJeekieverycleverboy,andwhenheherdsheepandgoathemadenoteofeverythingandneverforgetnothing。Hepullyououtofthishole,neverfear。“
“Gladtohearit,Iamsure,“answeredAlanasherose。“Butwhat’stobecomeoftheMungana?“