Part 52 (1/2)

The whole encampment was suddenly in a state of activity. The Mongars ran hither and thither, getting together their horses. The Chief, with Craig by his side, was standing on the outskirts of the camp. The cry came again, this time much louder and nearer. Soon they caught the m.u.f.fled trampling of a horse's hoofs galloping across the soft sands, then the gleam of his white garments as he came suddenly into sight, in the edge of the little circle of light thrown by the fire. They saw him leap from his horse, run to the Chief, bend double in some form of salute, then commence to talk rapidly. The Chief listened with no sign of emotion, but in a moment or two he was giving rapid orders. Camels appeared from some invisible place. Men, already on horseback, were galloping hither and thither, collecting fire-arms and spare ammunition. Pack-horses were being loaded, tents rolled up and every evidence of breaking camp.

”Seems to me there's a move on,” Quest muttered, as they rose to their feet. ”I wonder if we are in it.”

A moment or two later Craig approached them. He came with his shoulders stooped and his eyes fixed upon the ground. He scarcely raised them as he spoke.

”Word has been brought to the Chief,” he announced, ”that the Arab who escaped from the caravan has fallen in with an outpost of British soldiers. They have already started in pursuit of us. The Mongars will take refuge in the jungle, where they have prepared hiding-places. We start at once.”

”What about us?” the Professor enquired.

”I endeavoured,” Craig continued, ”to persuade the Chief to allow you to remain here, when the care of you would devolve upon the English soldiers.

He and Feerda, however, have absolutely refused my request. Feerda has overheard some of your conversation, and the Chief believes that you will betray us. You will have to come along, too.”

”You mean,” Laura exclaimed, ”that we've got to tramp into what you call the jungle, and hide there because these thieves are being chased?”

Craig glanced uneasily around.

”Young lady,” he said, ”you will do well to speak little here. They have long ears and quick understandings, these men. You may call them a race of robbers. They only remember that they are the descendants of an Imperial race, and what they take by the right of conquest they believe Allah sends them. You must do the bidding of the Chief.”

He turned away towards where the Chief and Feerda, already on horseback, were waiting for him. Quest leaned towards the Professor.

”Why not tackle the Chief yourself?” he suggested. ”Here he comes now.

Craig may be speaking the truth, but, on the other hand, it's all to his interests to keep us away from the soldiers.”

The Professor rose at once to his feet and stepped out to where the Chief was giving orders.

”Chief,” he said, ”my friends desire me to speak with you. We are worn out with our adventures. The young ladies who are with us are unused to and ill-prepared for this hard life. We beg that you will allow us to remain here and await the arrival of the English soldiers.”

The Chief turned his head. There was little friendliness in his tone.

”Wise man,” he replied, ”I have sent you my bidding by him who is our honoured guest. I tell you frankly that I am not satisfied with the explanations I have received of your presence here.”

Feerda leaned forward, her beautiful eyes flas.h.i.+ng in the dim light.

”Ah! but I know,” she cried, ”they would bring harm to the master. I can read it in their hearts as I have heard it from their own lips.”

”What my daughter says is truth,” the Chief declared. ”Back, wise man, and tell your friends that you ride with us to-night, either as guests or captives. You may take your choice.”

The Professor returned to where the others were eagerly awaiting him.

”It is useless,” he announced. ”The girl, who is clearly enamoured of Craig, suspects us. So does the Chief. Perhaps, secretly, Craig himself is unwilling to leave us here. The Chief never changes his mind and he has spoken. We go either as his captives or his guests. I have heard it said,”

the Professor added grimly, ”that the Mongars never keep captives longer than twenty-four hours.”

They all rose at once to their feet, and a few moments later horses were brought. The little procession was already being formed in line. Craig approached them once more.

”You will mount now and ride in the middle of our caravan,” he directed.

”The Chief does not trust you. If you value your lives, you will do as you are bidden.”