Talbot Mundy

“ Fred let the end of a folded map protrude from his inner pocket just far enough for Coutlass to recognize it by the fire-light. The Greek turned on his heel.
“All right!” he said ruefully, swinging suddenly round again. “If you were alone I would fight you, my knife against your rifle! I can not fight all four of you! Go away then, and be damned! I have nothing to offer. There is nothing I can do. Leave me, and I will look after myself!”
“Now you’re talking like a man.” said Fred. ”

“ From the minute we were out of range of Schillingschen’s big-bore elephant gun we ran risk of starvation, and perhaps surprise, but no longer of pursuit, and we headed the Queen of Sheba as nearly as we could guess for British East with feelings that even Lady Waldon shared, for she grew distantly polite again, and complimented Fred on his cool nerve and accurate shooting.
We should have suspected treachery, for she made no attempt to retaliate on Rebecca for scratching her face. Unnatural inaction should have put us on our guard. ”

“ They had room enough to sit without touching one another, and air to breathe that mostly had not been tasted half a dozen times. Fred, Will and Brown took turns commanding the foredeck look-out, keeping it awake and its units from quarreling. The rest of us found no joy in life, and not too much hope even when Fred’s concertina lifted the refrain of missionary hymn-tunes that even the porters knew, and most of us sang, the porters humming wordless melancholy through their noses. (When that happened Lady Saffren Waldon’s scorn was something the arch-priests of Babylon would have paid to see.) ”

“ The target a hippo offers to a Mauser rifle bullet is not much more than half the size of a man’s hand, including only the ear and eye and the narrow space between them. By daylight at a hundred yards that is nothing for a cool shot to complain about, but in half-moonlight, at that angle, it is none too much. I swore silently, wishing again and again that Fred would pass the rifle to Will, or to Brown—or to me! ”

“ The Greek paced up and down another time or two, and at last calmed himself sufficiently to laugh at Fred’s woman, who had squatted down patiently in the shadow behind him.
“Easy for you!” he grinned savagely, squatting on the far side of the fire. “You have a woman! Mine is God knows where! She said to me—that hell-damned Lady Saffren Waldon said to me—we sat all three together in the stern of the dhow, I with my arm around Rebecca, and she said to me—”
“I’ll see if I can’t make a dicker for the chief’s canoes,” Will interrupted. “We can hear the Greek’s tale any old time.” ”

“ When Will had gone below to help Fred, the panic had ceased, two dead men had been thrown overboard, and six of the crew had been set to work bailing in deadly earnest to keep ahead of the new leaks, there was time to consider the position and to realize how hugely better off we were than if the launch had caught us somewhere close inshore. Now we could sail safely northward, every puff of wind carrying us nearer to British water and safety, whereas unless they could mend that high-pressure boiler, they would have to lie there for a week, or a month—die unless some one came in search of them. ”

“ That she-dog has a trick of some kind up her sleeve yet! How shall we catch her? Why do we wait? Give me that rifle! I will take a canoe and go after them alone! You do not know what Greek spirit is! I am American sometimes—English when it suits me—always Greek when I am wronged!”
“You certainly have been put upon” Fred answered. “Tell us how your Greek spirit justified deserting us.”
“Why not?” snarled Coutlass. “Do you love me? What would you do to me if you could get me to British East in your power? You would hand me over as a cattle thief!”
“You bet I will!” admitted Brown of Lumbwa. ”

“ Then, though, the tribe fell to, naked, with little naked knives—tearing off the thick hide in foot-wide strips, and hacking the red flesh into lumps that they ate, raw and quivering, while they worked. The little bits of children, each chewing raw bloody meat, brought baskets for the overflow, dragging them to wherever they could find a space between the legs of struggling men, the women emptying the baskets almost as fast as the children filled them, and chewing until their jaws ran blood. ”

“ Every one clamored for food. The porters, already forgetful of the chain that had galled them, and the whips that had flayed them day and night, demanded to be set ashore to build a fire and eat. Lady Saffren Waldon awoke to fresh bad temper, and Coutlass, too, grew villainously impatient. His Greek friend, from under the shelter of the leaky reed-and-tarpaulin deck, offered him Greek advice, and was cursed for his trouble. ”

“ Fred patted the bulging pocket of his shooting jacket.
“Most of the money is here” he said quietly, and we all sighed with relief.
“Take canoes and chase them!” shouted Coutlass, beginning to dance up and down again.
“There’s time enough” Fred answered. “We know the winds of these parts well enough by this time. This will blow until midnight. Then calm until dawn. After dawn a little more wind for an hour or two, then doldrums again until late afternoon. They’ll run on a rock in all likelihood. If they do we can catch them at our leisure, supposing we can get these islanders to paddle. ”

“ Coutlass, on my other hand, made feverish haste with his love-affair, fearful lest discovery by the Germans should postpone forever the assuaging of his hungry heart’s desire.
“Steer toward shore!” he urged me. “Who cares if we run on rocks? Can’t we swim? Gassharamminy! Take to the land and give them a run for it!”
He seized the tiller to reinforce the argument, and wrenched at it until I hit him, and Fred threatened him with the only rifle.
“Get up forward!” Fred ordered; but Georges Coutlass would not go. ”

“ The usual price for a woman, it seemed, was cows—many or few according as she was lovely or her father rich. In case of divorce, custom decreed that the cows with their offspring should be given back. The objection to any other property than cows changing hands to bind or loose in wedlock was that food, for instance, when eaten was not returnable.
“Married to the gal for good an! all!” Brown grinned, nudging Will and me to note Fred’s consternation. “You’d better stay here an’ take the chief’s job when he kicks the bucket—possibly you can speed the day by overfeedin’ him!” ”

“ One curse led to another, and then they both had to be beaten into subjection with the first thing handy, because when they fought Lady Saffren Waldon egged them on and the maid tried to savage the other Greek with a brooch-pin, which brought out the Goanese to the rescue. That crowded dhow was no place for pitched battles, plunging and rolling between the frying-pan of Muanza and the fire of unknown things ahead. ”

“ They came so silently that even the porters did not notice them at first—gaunt black shadows flitting in the deeper shadows, and coming presently to squat outside the edge of the circle of firelight, until a tribe, men, women and little children, were all gathered around us burning up the darkness with their eyes. ”

“ Fred announced, patting the rifle. But, he did not mean it, and Coutlass knew he did not. The English temperament does not turn readily on even the most rascally fellow beings in distress. Besides, it was an indubitable fact that we all much preferred Coutlass, with his daring record, and now a most outrageous love-affair on hand, to the other Greek or the Goanese, who were now disposed to bid for our friendship by abusing him. ”

“ It depends on you whether we find you a lonelier island—turn you loose or hand you over to the authorities in British East!”
“Good!” Coutlass shouted. “By Jingo, you are a gentleman! You are the best man in the world! I will treat you as my brother!”
“Thanks!” said Fred dryly.
“Aren’t you men ever coming?” asked Will, striding out of the shadows. “I’ve made the dicker—found a man who’d been on the mainland and knows Swahili. The chief’s agreeable to loan us two canoes in place of deeding you the woman. ”

“ So Fred wasted hot hours with the only rifle, trying to hunt meat on a shore where all the four-legged game had been run down by the natives, or butchered by the German machine-guns long ago (for to teach Sudanese mercenaries the art of rapid fire in action their officers marched them out to practise on herds of antelope. There was game in plenty away from the lake, but none where the German officer could conveniently practise his profession.)
We tried to shoot ducks and geese; but a rifle at long range is not the best weapon for that sport. ”

“ There was time-honored custom to obey, which Kazimoto knew all about even if those ignorant wachenzie [1] would have fallen to without ceremony. He drove them off. A white man had slain that animal; therefore the white man’s choice of meat was first, and he very leisurely and skillfully cut out the enormous tongue for us and fifty pounds of meat for our following before he would let them as much as touch the carcass with a dagger. ”

“ The Syrian Rebecca, imagining new treachery and fearful for her Greek lover, tried to prevent her with teeth and nails. The Germans raised a war-whoop of wild enjoyment. And just at the height of all that, Fred’s three-and-twentieth shot went home.
There was a loud report, followed by instant nothing except stampede on the part of the Germans to get out of reach of something. Then the something grew denser; invisible hot vapor became a pall of steam that bid the launch from view, three more shots from Fred’s rifle finding the proper mark by sheer accident, for there was another explosion ”

“ Fred cut in. We could all guess what form the punishment would take. “Get on with the tale! You couldn’t find the porters. What next?”
“I decided to leave the dogs behind, and serve them right! I went back to the dhow in a great hurry. She was gone! Vanished! Disappeared as if the lake had opened up and swallowed her! I could just see the sail in the distance. I shouted! No answer! I shouted again. I heard Rebecca call to me! Then I heard laughter—Lady Isobel Saffren Waldon’s laughter! Gassharamminy! I will run red-hot skewers into that woman when I catch her! ”

“ Brown was of the opinion that the Black Hole was a nosegay compared to our lot—“Besides which, they probably had rum with ’em!” he added.
Some of the porters grew sick under the strain of heat, fear, excitement and inactivity. The native suffers as much from unaccustomed inconvenience as the white man, and more from close confinement. The third night out the man next me began coughing, shaking my frame as much as his own as he racked himself, for we were wedged together with only the thickness of his blanket and mine between us, and I was jammed tight against the ship’s side. ”

“ I took your name in vain, Fred, and consented to that while your back was turned—kick all you like—the deed is done! Four of his savages come with us as far as we want to go, we feeding ’em meat and paying ’em money. It’s agreed they’re to eat just as often as we do. They paddle the canoes back home when we’re through with them. ”

“ The natives of that part of Africa shave every particle of hair from their bodies whenever they get the chance, and prefer their heads as shiny and naked as any other part of them. But the German prison system, devised to break the spirit of whoever came within its clutches, included prohibition of shaving, so that we had the wooliest crowd of passengers imaginable. ”

“ In order to keep mosquitoes out we had to light a smudge in the sand-box below. The smudge added to the heat, and the heat drove men to the open air to gasp a few minutes in the rain for breath and go down again to make room for the next in turn. ”

“ We shot very few, and then only to discover the invincible repugnance natives have to eating “dagi” as they call all birds. We kept ourselves alive, but did not solve the problem of the ever-diminishing supplies of rice for our men. ”

“ Fred nodded, smiling up at him.
“You see, you’re such on all-in scoundrel!” Brown assured him.
“You! You poor drunkard!” Coutlass turned his back on Brown, and faced Fred squarely. “You are a man, Mr. Oakes! ”