Part 84 (1/2)

So saying, and turning on his heel, without ”good night,” or any other parting salutation, the Jew strode abstractedly off, leaving Chakra where he stood.

Volume Three, Chapter XXVI.

A FATAL SNEEZE.

”Whugh!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Coromantee, as soon as his confederate was out of hearing; ”dar's someting heavy on de mind ob dat ere ole Jew-- someting wuss dan de death ob de Cussus Va'gh'n. Wonder now wha' em be all 'bout? 'Bout dis yar book-keeper a knows it am. But wha' 'bout him? A'll find out 'fore a'm many hour older. Daat a'll do. Gollies!

A muss go an' git some sleep too. A'm jess like de Jew ma.s.seff--han't had ne'er a wink dis night, nor de night afore neider; nor doan expeck get de half ob a wink morrer night! Dat will be night ob all odder!

Morrer night, if all ting go well, Chakra he no sleep him 'lone--he sleep no more by hisseff--he hab for him bedfellow de beauty ob all de Island ob Jamaica. He sleep wi' de Lilly--.”

Ere the full name of the victim threatened with this horrid fate had pa.s.sed from his lips, the menace of the myal-man was interrupted.

The interruption was caused by a sound proceeding from the little clump of bushes close to where Chakra stood.

It sounded exactly as if some one had sneezed--for it was that in reality. Cynthia had sneezed.

She had not done so intentionally--far from it. After what she had heard, it was not likely she would have uttered any sound to proclaim her presence.

At that instant she would have given all she possessed in the world--all she ever hoped to possess, even the love of Cubina--to have been miles from the spot, within the safe kitchen of Mount Welcome--anywhere but where she then was.

Long before the conversation between the Jew and Chakra had come to a close, she had made up her mind never to see the myal-man again--never willingly. Now an encounter appeared inevitable: he must have heard the sneeze!

The wretched woman reasoned aright--he had heard it.

A fierce ”whugh!” was the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n it called forth in response; and then the myal-man, turning suddenly in the direction whence it appeared to have proceeded, stood for a short time silent, and listening.

”By golly!” said he, speaking aloud; ”dat 'ere soun' berry like a 'neeze! Some ob dem 'ere trees ha' been a-takin' snuff. A'd jess like know wha' sort ob varmint made dat obstropolus noise. It wan't a bush-- dat's sartin. Nor yet wa' it a bird. What den? It wan't 't all onlike de 'neeze ob a n.i.g.g.a wench! But what wud a wench be a-doin' in tha?

Da's what puzzles me. Lookee hya!” added he, raising his voice, and addressing himself to whoever or whatever might have produced the noise; ”les's hear dat ag'in, whosomebber you be! Take anodder pince ob de snuff--louder dis time, so a can tell whedder you am a man or whedder you be femmynine.”

He waited for a while, to see if his speech would elicit a response; but none came. Within the copse all remained silent, as if no living thing was sheltered under its sombre shadows.

”You wan't 'neeze agin,” continued he, seeing there was no reply; ”den, by golly, a make you, ef you am what a 'speck you is--someb'dy hid in dar to lissen. No snake can't a 'neeze dat way, no' yet a lizzart. You muss be eyder man, woman, or chile; an' ef you be, an' hab heerd wha's been say, by de great Accompong! you life no be worth--Ha! ha!”

As he entered upon this last paragraph of his apostrophe he had commenced moving towards the copse, which was only six paces from his starting-point. Before the speech was completed he had pa.s.sed in among the bushes; and, bending them over with his long, ape-like arms, was scrutinising the ground underneath.

The exclamation was called forth by his perceiving the form of a woman in a crouching att.i.tude within the shadow.

In another instant he had seized the woman by the shoulder, and with a quick wrench jerked her into an erect position.

”Cynthy!” he exclaimed, as the light fell upon the countenance of the mulatta.

”Yes, Chakra!” cried the woman, screaming ere she spoke; ”it's me, it's me!”

”Whugh! Wha' you do hya? Youb been lissenin'. Wha' fo' you lissen?”

”Oh, Chakra! I did not intend it. I came here--”

”How long you been hya? Tell dat quick!”