The G.A. Henty

by G. A. Henty

  “Tell him that I would pay that, and will give them as much more if, on their return, they will guide me and my party to the residence of the rajah.”

  The Malay shook his head.

  “They would want more for that,” he said. “Two natives could pass without much danger for, if they were caught, they could say that they belonged to one of the other bands, but had lost their party. It would be quite different if they were to have Europeans with them.

  “How many would go?”

  “Seven of us, altogether.”

  “I will see about it,” the chief said; “but if I succeed, you will give me three bottles of that drink.”

  “I have very little of it,” Harry said, “but I will agree to give him the three bottles, if he finds messengers to take up my letters; and arranges with them, or others, to guide us up.”

  The Malay nodded, when the answer was translated to him; drank half a tumbler of ship’s rum, with great satisfaction; and then went off.

  “This is going to be a more dangerous business than our expedition to Nagpore,” Harry said to Abdool, when he told him what the Malay had said about the dangers, and the state of affairs on shore.

  “My lord will manage it, somehow,” Abdool said; “he was born under a fortunate star, and will assuredly do what is best.”

  “I shall do what I hope is best, Abdool; but one cannot answer how it will turn out. One thing is certain: that if we fall into the hands of the Malays, we shall meet with little mercy.”

  “We should have had no mercy, if we had fallen into the hands of the people of Nagpore, master,” Abdool said.

  “That is true enough, Abdool; and I don’t think we should have been much better off, if Scindia had laid hands on us after we had bearded him in his tent. I cannot say that this expedition is one that I should have chosen, were I not convinced that it is my duty. However, we must hope that all will go well with us, as it has done before.”

  The next day the Malay came off again.

  “I have arranged with two men,” he said, “to take your message, for ten dollars; but if they go back with you, they will require twenty, because the rajah might detain them.”

  “That I will pay,” Harry said.

  “But supposing you should not come back,” the Malay said, “they might lose their reward. Will you pay them in advance?”

  “No. I will leave the money in Captain Fairclough’s hands, and whether I return or not he will, before he leaves, pay it to the men themselves, if they come back, or to their families.”

  “That is a fair proposal,” the Malay said. “When do you wish the messengers to start?”

  “The letter will be ready for them, in an hour’s time. I will come on shore with it, see the men, and give it to them, with instructions. Will they travel by night, or day?”

  “They will start at daybreak,” the chief said. “The road is but a track, and could not be followed at night; for a forest extends almost the whole distance, and they would find it too dark to keep to the road. I told them that it would be safer to travel at night, but they said it could not be done. They would not be likely to be surprised in the day, as they would travel noiselessly, and would be sure to hear any movement of a party of men coming along the road, and could hide in the forest until they had passed. Moreover, our people do not like travelling in the dark. Evil creatures are about, and even the bravest fear them.”

  “Very well, chief; then I will come ashore in an hour, and give them this letter.”

  As soon as they had left, Harry went down to the interpreter, and gave him the exact purport of the message to the rajah; leaving it to him to put it in the usual form in which communications were addressed to persons in authority, but saying that it was necessary that he should impress him with his importance, as the commissioner of the great Governor of India. When this was transcribed, on some parchment which had been brought for the purpose, Harry went ashore with Lieutenant Hardy and a strong party of seamen for, although the local chief had apparently been most friendly, the treacherous nature of the Malays was well known, and Fairclough thought it as well to order them to take their cutlasses with them, and each man to carry a brace of pistols hidden beneath his jacket.

  A number of natives assembled on the shore as the boat approached, but they seemed to be attracted by curiosity, only. Just as the boat touched the beach, the chief came down to meet them, attended by a dozen armed followers. He invited Harry to follow him to his own house, where the two messengers were awaiting him. They were both men in the prime of life—strong, active-looking fellows. Harry, through his interpreter, explained exactly what he wished done.

  “If you carry out your mission well, and quickly,” he said, “I shall make you a present, in addition to what has been agreed upon. You will notice the rajah’s manner, when he reads the letter; and tell me, when you return, whether he appeared to be pleased or not, whether he hesitates as to giving me a guarantee, and whether, in your opinion, he means to observe it. I shall rely much upon your report.”

  Three days passed, and then a boat brought the messengers off to the ship.

  “So you have made your journey safely?” Harry said, through the interpreter.

  “We met with no trouble by the way. This is the answer that the rajah has sent.”

  The letter was a satisfactory one. The rajah expressed willingness to receive the officer whom the English lord had sent to him, and to guarantee his safety while at his town; but said that, owing to the troubled state of the country, he could not guarantee his safety on the road, but would send down an escort of twenty men to guard him on his way up, and the same on his return to the coast.

  “And now,” Harry said, when the interpreter had read the document, “tell me what passed.”

  “When we said that we were messengers from an English lord, on board a ship with great guns, we were taken to the rajah’s house. He took the letter from us, and read it. Then he asked some of those with him what they thought of the matter. They answered that they could see no harm in it, and perhaps you might bring presents. He then asked us how many would come up with you; and we told him four soldiers, as escort, and an interpreter. He nodded, and then talked in a low voice to those around him, and told us to come again, that afternoon, when a letter would be given us to take to you.”

  “Do you think that he means treachery?” Harry asked.

  “That we cannot say, my lord. We have talked as we came down. It seems to us that he could have nothing to gain by hindering you; but that perhaps he might detain you, in order to obtain a ransom for you from the lord of India.”

  Harry had already enquired, from the chief of the town, as to the character of the rajah.

  “He is feared, but not liked,” the chief said. “He knows that there are those who would prefer that the old family should reign again, and he has put many to death whom he has suspected as being favourable to this. This is the reason why the tumangong, and other chiefs, have revolted against him. The loss of so much territory has not improved him and, in his fits of passion, he spares none.”

  “What has become of the family of the former rajah?” Harry asked.

  “His wife and child are prisoners in the palace,” he said. “Their friends are surprised that their lives should have been spared; but the rajah is crafty, and it is thought that he holds them so that he could, if his position became desperate, place the young prince on the throne and declare for him; in which case some, who are now his enemies, might come over to his side. I am told that, except that they are kept prisoners, the late rajah’s wife and boy are well treated.”

  The account was not satisfactory, but it did not shake Harry’s determination. Questioning the Malays further, he found that they had heard, at Johore, rumours that one of the chiefs on the border of Pahang was collecting a large force, with the intention of attacking the rajah; that the people of Johore were erecting strong palisades round the town; and that the fighting men of the villages round had all
been called in for its defence.

  “When is this escort to come down?” he asked.

  “They started at the same time as we did, my lord, and will be here by this evening.”

  “Very well. In that case I will land, tomorrow morning at daybreak, and start at once; so that we shall reach Johore tomorrow. Will you hire four men, to act as carriers for us?”

  At the time appointed, Harry went on shore with the Malay, Abdool, and four troopers. They had put on full uniform, and Harry had brought with him, to shore, an assortment of presents similar to those he had given to the tumangong. The two messengers and the four natives, as carriers, were awaiting him and, as he went up the beach, he was joined by twenty Malays with an officer of the rajah, who saluted him profoundly. The chief of the village was also there, and accompanied the party until beyond its boundary.

  After passing a few plantations, they entered a dense forest. The road was a mere footway, apparently but little used. The ground ascended rapidly and, when they had gone a short distance, some of the Malay soldiers went scouting ahead; the rest following in absolute silence, stopping frequently to listen.

  “It is quite evident, Abdool,” Harry said, in a whisper, “that what they said at the village is true, and these people from Johore consider the journey to be a very dangerous one. They are evidently expecting a surprise; and I am afraid that, if we are attacked, we shall not be able to place much reliance on them.”

  Abdool shook his head.

  “What are we to do, sahib, if we are attacked?”

  “It depends on what these Malays do. If they make a good fight for it, we will fight, too; if not, and we see that resistance is useless, we will remain quiet. It would be of no use for six men to fight fifty, on such ground as this. They would creep up and hurl their spears at us and, though we might kill some of them, they would very soon overpower us.

  “Drop back, and tell the four troopers that on no account are they to fire, unless I give them the order.”

  Presently the Malays came to a stop, and the officer hurried back to Harry.

  “We have heard the sound of footsteps in the wood, and one of my men says he saw a man running among the trees.”

  “It may have been some wild beast,” Harry said. “There are plenty of them in the wood, I hear, and your man may have been mistaken in thinking that he saw a human figure. And even if it was so, it might be some villager who, on hearing us, has left the path, thinking us to be enemies.”

  “It may be that,” the officer said, when the words were translated to him. “But it is more likely that he was posted there to watch the path, and that he has gone to tell his band that a party is approaching.”

  “Even if it were so,” Harry said, “the band may be only a small one.”

  The officer moved forward, and joined his men. Half an hour later, without the slightest warning, a shower of spears flew from among the trees; followed immediately afterwards by a rush of dark figures. Several of the Malay escort were at once cut down. The rest fled, at full speed.

  Harry saw that resistance would be hopeless, and would only ensure their destruction. He therefore called to his followers to remain quiet. The four bearers, however, threw down their burdens, and fled at full speed down the path, just as a number of Malays poured out on either side.

  They were evidently struck with the appearance of Harry and his followers; but were about to rush upon them, when a chief ran forward and shouted, to them, to abstain from attacking the strangers. Then he walked up to Harry, who was evidently the chief of the party.

  “Who are you, white man?” he asked, “and where are you going?”

  The interpreter replied that they were going on a visit of ceremony to the Rajah of Johore.

  “We are his enemies,” the chief said, “and now you must come with us.”

  “This lord—” the interpreter began, but the chief waved his hand for him to be silent.

  He waited for a quarter of an hour, by which time he was joined by that portion of his followers which had pursued the Malays. Many of them carried human heads in their hands and, by the number of these, Harry saw that very few of his native escort could have escaped. The chief ordered his men to pick up the packages that had been thrown down by the bearers, and then turned off into the forest.

  After a quarter of an hour’s walk, they arrived at the spot where a still-smoking fire showed that the band had halted. No pause was made, however, and the party kept on their way and, in two hours’ time, reached the foot of a high range of mountains that had been visible from the coast. The climb was a severe one but, in another hour, they came out upon a flat plateau. Here, in a small village, a considerable body of men were gathered; who hailed the arrival of their comrades, with their ghastly triumphs of victory, with loud shouts.

  The chief of the band led his captives to a hut, somewhat superior in appearance to the others, in front of which stood a man whose bright attire and ornaments showed him to be a chief of importance.

  “Who is this white man,” he asked, “and these soldiers who are with him?”

  The officer repeated the description that he had received from the interpreter, whom he pointed out.

  “Why was this white man going to Johore?” he asked.

  “He was sent by the white lord of India, my lord.”

  “Ask him why he was sent?”

  “I was sent to Johore to ask the rajah if he would grant a trading station to the English.”

  “We want no English on our coast,” the chief said. “There are the Dutch, at Malacca—some day we will turn them out.

  “So he was bringing presents to Johore, was he?”

  “Yes, my lord; these are the parcels,” and he beckoned up the men who carried them.

  These approached, and humbly laid them at the rajah’s feet.

  “I have to report, my lord, that there were twenty of Johore’s men with him. These we killed.”

  “Did the white man and his soldiers aid them?”

  “No, my lord. They stood quiet, and offered no resistance, therefore I brought them to you.”

  “You did well. You are sure that none of the Johore men escaped, to carry off the news that we were here?”

  “Quite certain. We have the heads of twenty men, and their officer.”

  “Good! I will examine these things. Put the white man and this Malay into a hut, and the four soldiers into another.

  “Who is this other man, who is dressed differently?”

  “He is the white officer’s servant,” the interpreter said.

  “Well, he can go with his master, then.”

  The four troopers were led off in one direction, and Harry and the others in another. It was a hut roughly constructed of bamboos, thatched with broad leaves, while the entrance had no door. The interpreter did not carry arms; those of Harry and Abdool had been removed.

  “Things have turned out badly, Abdool,” Harry said.

  “Very badly, sahib. I do not like the look of that rajah.”

  “Nor do I, Abdool. I am convinced that he means mischief, and we must get away as soon as we can.

  “Have you got your knife with you? So have I. We must make a way out of the back of this hut.”

  A group of half a dozen Malays had taken their seats on the ground, at a distance of some fifteen yards from the entrance; but had posted no sentries. Behind it, as they were taken in, Harry noticed that there was a patch of grain, and beyond that rose the forest.

  “These knives are no good against bamboo, sahib.”

  “No, I know that; but we might cut these rattans which bind them together. In the first place, dig down with your knife, and see if the bamboos are sound underneath. They may have rotted there.

  “You and I will stand at the entrance,” he went on to the interpreter, “then they cannot see in.”

  “Bamboos are quite sound, sahib.”

  “Then we must try another way. First cut the rattans—but not in a line with the entrance
, a few feet on one side.”

  The wood was extremely tough, and it was half an hour before Abdool could cut through them, and free three or four of the bamboo poles. While he was doing this, Harry and the interpreter stood talking together, apparently watching the movements of the Malays.

  “We are going to try and escape,” Harry said. “Will you go with us, or remain here? They will certainly kill us, if they overtake us; there is just a chance that they will not kill us, if we stay.”

  “They will kill us,” the man said, confidently. “It may not be today, because the rajah will be looking over his presents, and will be in a good temper; but tomorrow they will come in and kris us. Assuredly I will go with you.”

  When Abdool announced that he had cut through the rattans, Harry joined him, telling the interpreter to wait at the entrance till he called him.

  “What next, master?” Abdool asked.

  “The next thing will be to pull up the bamboos. If you have cut all their lashings, this ought not to be very difficult; but it will make it easier if we cut the ground away, as deep as we can, on this side of them.”

  Kneeling down, they set to work with their knives and, after half an hour’s work, they had laid bare the bottoms of four of the bamboos, which were sunk two feet into the ground.

  “Now, Abdool, we ought to get them up easily enough.”

  With their united strength they pulled up a bamboo, replaced it in its position and, one by one, got the other three up, put them in again, and lightly filled in the earth.

  “Now we can go, at a minute’s notice,” Harry said. “At any rate, we had better wait till it is dark.”

  The sun had just set, when they saw the rajah come out of his hut. He gave an order, and the four troopers were brought out, and placed in a line. Four natives took their places behind them, kris in hand.

  “They are going to murder them!” Harry exclaimed, in horror.

  “Now, Abdool, there is not a moment to be lost; it will be our turn, next.”

  Their guards had all risen to their feet, watching what was going on. Three of the bamboos were plucked up in a moment. This afforded an opening sufficiently large for them to pass through and, keeping the hut between them and the guard, they made their way through the plantation, and dashed into the forest. They heard yells of satisfaction in the village, and Harry had no doubt that the four troopers had been murdered.