Part 57 (1/2)

He paused for a few moments to glance round in the full expectation of seeing a movement among the trees or some sign of their being watched; but the place was perfectly quiet and apparently deserted.

”Well, May,” he said, as he caught the man's eyes fixed questioningly upon him, ”what is it?”

”Thought perhaps you might be going to give orders to fire the place, sir.”

”What for, man?” said the lieutenant, starting at the sailor's similarity of idea.

”Keeping 'em from holding it, sir.”

”We may want to hold it ourselves, and there seems to be a want of fortification.”

The next minute the big seaman was ordered to the front to act as guide, and being thoroughly now in an enemy's country every needful precaution was taken--precautions which soon seemed to be highly necessary, for the little party had not proceeded far before, as Roberts with a couple of men brought up the rear, he became aware of the fact that they were being followed by what seemed to be a strong body of men stealing after them through the plantation.

A halt was called, and the rear-guard faced round, with the effect that those who followed could be seen to retire amongst the long lines of sugar-canes and maize, which offered plenty of cover.

The lieutenant impatiently gave the order again to advance, and this was followed by halt after halt; but the enemy seemed to be content with keeping just in touch, no attack being made; but it was evident that whoever was answerable for the tactics was pretty keen and ready, and the lieutenant thoroughly realised the precariousness of his position and the need for care if he intended to reach the boat.

”Nothing better can be done, Mr Roberts,” he said. ”We must let them see that we are ready for them. It seems to check them every time.”

”Yes, sir,” replied the middy; ”but doesn't it mean that they are waiting till we reach some other party hidden between here and the river, and that as soon as we get close up they'll make a dash for us?”

”Very likely, Mr Roberts,” said the lieutenant; ”but if it does we must make a dash for them. Anyhow we must not let them think we are afraid.”

”Oh no, sir,” replied the middy excitedly. ”But what about me letting my fellows give them a volley to drive them back a little faster?”

”A volley of two, Mr Roberts,” said the lieutenant sarcastically, ”and a waste of ammunition that we must husband.”

”Beg pardon, sir; only what I thought,” said the middy.

”Quite right to speak, my lad; but tell me, can you make out what our pursuers are like?”

”Mixed lot, sir. They seem to be sailors and blacks.”

”Humph! Well, we are pretty well surrounded. I don't like these cowardly-looking tactics, but I must get back to Mr Murray and the boat. We are gaining a knowledge of the country, and when we come again it must be in force. Much farther, May?” said the lieutenant, after pressing on to the front to where the big sailor was trudging steadily on.

”'Bout two hours, sir,” replied the man.

”Two hours? Surely not!”

”Yes, sir; quite that.”

”Are you certain? Surely you have not lost your way?”

”Not this time, sir,” replied the man confidently. ”It's much further than you thought.”

The officer was silent, and always with the signs behind of a party getting ready to close up, the retreat was kept up, till all at once Tom May stopped short, and once more the lieutenant hurried to his side.

”What is it--enemy in front?”