Part 47 (1/2)

This silenced our pursuers for a few minutes, during which we continued our progress, snail-like at the best, for the boat in front looked like a slug.

”I'd give the order to them to draw aside and let us pa.s.s, Herrick,”

whispered the lieutenant, who now, in this time of peril, grew very warm and friendly; ”but--ah, that's getting dangerous.”

For another volley from very near at hand rattled over us, and was answered by our men.

”What was I going to say?” continued the lieutenant coolly, ”Oh, I remember! If we tried to get by them they might take the ground with all that load, and be stuck.”

”And it would be a pity to have to leave that load, sir,” I said.

”Velly best load--allee best silk!” cried Ching excitedly, ”Good, velly good plize-money!”

There was a roar of laughter at this, and Mr Reardon cried--

”Silence!”

Then, sharply, ”Fire, my lads, if you see any one following.”

”Ay, ay, sir.”

”Yes, it would be a pity,” said the lieutenant thoughtfully; ”but it's tempting. If we could get in front, Herrick, we could tow the load, and it would shelter us all from the firing.”

”Unless they got to be level with us, sir,” I said.

”And--quick! right and left, my lads. Fire!” cried the lieutenant; for there was the breaking of undergrowth close at hand on either side, and a savage yelling commenced as our pursuers forced their way through.

The men, who had been like hounds held back by the leash, were only too glad to get their orders; and in an instant there was quite a blaze of fire from both sides of the boat, the bullets cutting and whistling through the thick trees and undergrowth; and the movement on the banks, with the cracking and rustling of the bushes and tufts of bamboo, stopped as if by magic.

”Cease firing!” cried Mr Reardon; and then, as if to himself, ”Every shot is wasted.”

I did not think so, for it had checked the enemy, who allowed us to go on slowly another hundred yards or so.

”Allee velly dleadful,” whispered Ching to me, as he crouched in the bottom of the boat. ”You tinkee hit Ching?”

”I hope not,” I said. ”Oh no; we shall get out into the river directly.”

”No,” he said; ”velly long way yet.”

”But who are these?” I said--”some village people?”

”Pilate,” he cried. ”Allee come home not kill, and findee plize-money gone. Makee velly angly. Wantee chop off sailor head.”

”Like to catch 'em at it,” growled Tom Jecks, who had been very silent for some time.

”Silence there!” cried Mr Reardon sternly. Then to me, ”We seem to have checked them, Herrick.”

At that moment there was a sudden stoppage in front, and our c.o.xswain growled--

”Starn all!”