The People of the Mist

by H. Rider Haggard

  CHAPTER X

  LEONARD MAKES A PLAN

  The road which Leonard and his companions were following led them to theedge of the main and southernmost canal, debouching exactly opposite thewater-gate that gave access to the Nest. But Otter did not venture toguide them to this point, for there they should be seen by the sentries,and, notwithstanding their masquerade dress, awkward questions mightbe asked which they could not answer. Therefore when they had arrivedwithin five hundred yards of the gate, he struck off to the left intothe thick bush that clothed the hither side of the canal. Throughthis they crawled as best they might till finally they halted near thewater's edge, almost opposite to the south-west angle of the slave camp,and under the shadow of a dense clump of willows.

  "See, Baas," said the dwarf in a low voice, "the journey is accomplishedand I have brought you straight. Yonder is the house of the YellowDevil--now it remains only to take it, or to rescue the maiden from it."

  Leonard looked at the place in dismay. How was it possible thatthey--two men and a woman--could capture this fortified camp, filled asit was with scores of the most wicked desperadoes in Africa? How was itpossible even that they could obtain access to it? Viewed from far off,the thing had seemed small--to be done somehow. But now! And yet theymust do something, or all their labour would be in vain, and the poorgirl they came to rescue must be handed over to her shameful fate,or, if she chose it in preference and could compass the deed, toself-murder.

  "How on earth!" said Leonard aloud, then added, "Well, Otter, I can tellyou one thing. I have come a long way on this business, and I am notgoing to turn my back to it now. I have never yet turned my back on aventure and I will not begin with this, though I dare say that my deathlies in it."

  "It is all in the hand of to-morrow," answered Otter; "but it is timethat we made a plan, for the night draws on. Now, Baas, here is a thicktree shaded by other trees. Shall we climb it and look down into thecamp?"

  Leonard nodded, and climbing the tree with ease, they peeped downthrough the leafiest of its boughs. All the camp lay beneath them likea map, and Otter, clinging monkey-wise to a branch, pointed out itsdetails to Leonard. He had been a prisoner there, and the memories ofprisoners are long.

  The place was peopled by numbers of men in strange costumes, and ofdifferent nationalities; dealers in "black ivory" of various degree.Perhaps there may have been more than a hundred of them. Some werestrolling about in knots smoking and talking, some were gambling, otherswere going on their business. One group--captains, to judge from therichness of their attire--were standing round the arms-house and peepingthrough a grating in the wall, which they reached by sitting upon eachother's shoulders. This amusement lasted them for some time, till atlength a man, of whom at that distance they could see only that he wasold and stout, came and drove them away, and they broke up laughing.

  "That is the Yellow Devil," said Otter, "and those men were looking atthe maid who is called the Shepherdess. She is locked up there until thehour comes for her to be sold. They will be the bidders."

  Leonard made no reply; he was studying the place. Presently a drum wasbeaten, and men appeared carrying large tin pails of smoking stuff.

  "Yonder is the food for the slaves," said Otter again. "See, they aregoing to feed them."

  The men with the pails, accompanied by some of the officers having_sjambochs_ or hide whips in their hands, advanced across the open spacetill they came to the moat which separated the slave camp from theNest, whence they called to the sentry on the embankment to let downthe drawbridge. He obeyed and they crossed. Each man with a bucket wasfollowed by another who bore a wooden spoon, while a third behind themcarried water in a large gourd. Having come to the first of the opensheds, they began their rounds, the man with the wooden spoon ladlingout portions of the stiff porridge and throwing it down upon the groundbefore each slave in turn as food is thrown to a dog. Then the Arab withthe gourd poured water into wooden bowls, that the captives might drink.

  Presently there was a halt, and the officers gathered together todiscuss something.

  "A slave is sick," said Otter.

  The knot separated, but a big white man with a hippopotamus-hide whipbegan to strike at a dark thing on the ground which did not seem tomove.

  The man ceased beating and called aloud. Then two of the Arabs went tothe little guard-house that was by the drawbridge and brought toolswith which they loosed the fetters on the limbs of the poorcreature--apparently a woman--thus freeing her from the long iron bar.This done, some of the officers sauntering after them, they draggedthe body to the high enclosure of earth and up a short ladder having awooden platform at the top of it, that overhung the deep canal below.

  "This is how the Yellow Devil buries his dead and cures his sick," saidOtter.

  "I have seen enough," answered Leonard, and began to descend the treehastily, an example which Otter followed with more composure.

  "Ah! Baas," he said when they reached the ground, "you are but achicken. The hearts of those who have dwelt in slave camps are strong,and, after all, better the belly of a fish than the hold of a slavedhow. _Wow!_ who do these things? Is it not the white men, yourbrothers, and do they not say many prayers to the Great Man up in thesky while they do them?"

  "Be still," said Leonard, "and give me some brandy." He was in no moodto discuss the blessings of civilisation as they have often been putinto practice in Africa. And to think that this fate might soon be hisown!

  Leonard drank the brandy and sat awhile in silence, pushing up his beardwith his hand and gazing into the gathering gloom with his hawk-likeeyes. Thus he had sat beside his dying brother's bed; it was a pose thathe adopted unconsciously when lost in thought.

  "Come, Soa," he said at length, "we have travelled here to please you;now give us the benefit of your suggestions. How are we going to getyour mistress out of that camp?"

  "Loose the slaves and let them kill their masters," Soa answeredlaconically.

  "I doubt there is not much pluck in slaves," said Leonard.

  "There should be fifty of Mavoom's men there," she replied, "and theywill fight well enough if they have arms."

  Then Leonard looked at Otter, seeking further ideas.

  "My snake puts it into my head," said the dwarf, "that fire is a goodfriend when men are few and foes are many; also that the reeds yonderare dry, and the sea wind rises and will blow hard before midnight.Moreover all these houses are thatched, and in a wind fire jumps. Butcan a regiment have two generals? You are our captain, Baas; speak andwe will do your bidding. Here one counsel is as good as another. Letfate speak through your mouth."

  "Very well," said Leonard. "This is my plan; it goes a little furtherthan yours, that is all. We must gain entrance to the Nest while it isstill dark, before the moon rises. I know the watchword, 'Devil,' anddisguised as we are, perhaps the sentry will let us pass unquestioned.If not, we must kill him, and silently."

  "Good," said Otter, "but how about the woman here?"

  "We will leave her hidden in the bush; she could be of no help in thecamp and might hinder us."

  "No, White Man," broke in Soa, "where you go I go also; moreover mymistress is yonder and I would seek her."

  "As you like," answered Leonard, then went on: "we must get betweenthe hut, there is only one, and the low wall that borders the canalseparating the Nest from the slave camp, and, if the drawbridge is upand no other means can be found, we must swim the dike, dispose of thesentry there also and gain the slave camp. Then we must try to free someof the slaves and send them round through the garden into the morass tofire the reeds, should the wind blow strong enough. Meanwhile I proposeto walk boldly into the camp, salute Pereira, pass myself off as aslaver with a dhow at the mouth of the river, and say that I have cometo buy slaves, and above all to bid for the white girl. Luckily we havea good deal of gold. That is my plan so far as it goes, the rest we mustleave to chance. If I can buy the Shepherdess I will. If not, I must tryto get her off in some other way."

/>   "So be it, Baas, and now let us eat, for we shall need all our strengthto-night. Then we will go down to the landing-place and take ourchance."

  They ate of the food they had with them and drank sparingly of theslave-dealers' brandy, saying little the while, for the shadow of whatwas to come lay upon them. Even the phlegmatic and fatalistic Otter wasdepressed, perhaps because of the associations of the place, which,for him, were painful, perhaps because of the magnitude of theirundertaking. Never had he known such a tale, never had he seen such anadventure as this--that two men and an old woman should attack an armedcamp. Indeed, although he was not acquainted with the saying, Otter'sfeelings would have been correctly summed up in the well-known phrase,"_C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre_."

  As yet the night was intensely dark, and its gloom did not tend toimprove their spirits; also, as Otter had predicted, the wind was risingand soughed through the reeds and willows in melancholy notes.

  So the time passed till it was nine o'clock.

  "We must move down to the landing-place," said Leonard; "there will soonbe some light, enough for us to work by."

  Then Otter took the lead and slowly, step by step, they crept backto the road and followed it down the shore of the canal opposite thewater-gate. Here was a place where boats and canoes were tied, both forconvenience in crossing the canal to and from the camp and for the useof the slave-dealers when they passed to the secret harbour six milesaway, where the dhows embarked their cargoes.

  They waited awhile. From the Nest came the sound of revelry, and fromthe slave camp there rose other sounds, the voice of groaning broken byan occasional wail wrung out of the misery of some lost creature who laythere in torment. Gradually the sky brightened a little.

  "Perhaps we had better be making a start," said Leonard; "there is acanoe which will serve our turn."

  Before the words were out of his mouth they heard the splash of oars,and a boat crept past them and made fast to the water-gate twenty yardsaway.

  "Who goes there?" came the challenge of the sentry in Portuguese. "Speakquick or I fire."

  "Don't be in such a hurry with your rifle, fool," answered a coarsevoice. "The very best of friends goes here. An honest trader calledXavier who comes from his plantation on the coast to tell you all goodnews."

  "Pardon, senor," said the sentry, "but how was a man to see in the dark,big as you are? What is the news then? Are the dhows in sight?"

  "Come down and help us to tie up this cursed boat and I will tell you.You know where the post is, and we can't find it."

  The sentry obeyed with alacrity, and the man called Xavier went on:"Yes, the dhows are in sight, but I don't think that they will get into-night because of this wind, so you may look for a busy day to-morrowloading up the blackbirds. One _is_ in by the way--a small one fromMadagascar. The captain is a stranger, a big Frenchman named Pierre, orhe may be an Englishman for anything I know. I hailed him and found thathe is all right, but I didn't see him. However, I sent him a note totell him that there was fun on here to-night, which was generous of me,as he may be a rival bidder."

  "Is he coming, senor? I ask because, if so, I must look out for him."

  "I don't know: he answered that he would if he could. But how is theEnglish girl? She is to be put up to-night, isn't she?"

  "Oh, yes, senor, there will be a great to-do at twelve, when the moon ishigh. So soon as she has been bought, the priest Francisco is to marryher to the lucky man, there and then. The old fellow insists on it;he has grown superstitious about the girl and says that she shall beproperly married."

  Xavier laughed aloud, "Has he now? He is getting into his dotage. Well,what does it matter? We have a good law of divorce in these parts,friend. I am going in for that girl; if I give a hundred ounces for herI will buy her, and I have brought the gold with me."

  "A hundred ounces for one girl! It is a large sum, senor, but you arerich. Not like us poor devils who get all the risk and little profit."

  By this time the men had finished tying up the boat and taking somebaggage or provisions out of her, Leonard could not see which. ThenXavier and the sentry went up the steps together, followed by the twoboatmen, and the gates were shut behind them.

  "Well," whispered Leonard, "we have learnt something at any rate.Now, Otter, I am Pierre the French slave-trader from Madagascar,and, understand, you are my servant; as for Soa, she is the guide, orinterpreter, or anyone you like. We must pass the gates, but the realPierre must never pass them. There must be no sentry to let him in. Doyou think that you can manage it, Otter, or must I?"

  "It comes into my head, Baas, that we may learn a lesson from thisXavier. I might forget something in the canoe, and the sentry might helpme to find it after you have passed the gates. For the rest I am quickand strong and silent."

  "Quick and strong and silent you must be. A noise, and all is lost."

  Then they crept to the canoe which they had selected and loosened her.They embarked and Otter took the paddle. First he let her float gentlydown stream and under cover of the shore for a distance of about fiftyyards. Then he put about and the play began.

  "Now, you fool, where are you paddling to?" said Leonard in a loud voiceto Otter, speaking in the bastard Arabic which passes current for alanguage on this coast. "You will have us into the bank, I tell you.Curse this wind and the darkness! Steady now, you ugly black dog; thosemust be the gates the letter told of--are they not, woman? Hold on withthe boat-hook, can't you?"

  A wicket at the gate above rattled and the voice of the sentrychallenged them.

  "A friend--a friend!" answered Leonard in Portuguese; "one who is astranger and would pay his respects to your leader, Dom Antonio Pereira,with a view to business."

  "What is your name?" asked the guard suspiciously.

  "Pierre is my name. Dog is the name of the dwarf my servant, and as forthe old woman, you can call her anything you like."

  "The password," said the sentry; "none come in here without the word."

  "The word--Ah! what did the Dom Xavier say it was in his letter?'Fiend!' No, I have it, 'Devil' is the word."

  "Where do you hail from?"

  "From Madagascar, where the goods you have to supply are in some demandjust now. Come, let us in; we don't want to sit here all night and missthe fun."

  The man began to unbar the door, and stopped, struck by a fresh doubt.

  "You are not of our people," he said; "you speak Portuguese like acursed Englishman."

  "No, I should hope not; I am a 'cursed Englishman,' that is half--sonof an English lord and a French creole, born in the Mauritius at yourservice, and let me ask you to be a little more civil, for cross-breddogs are fierce."

  Now at length the sentry opened one side of the gate, grumbling, andLeonard swaggered up the steps followed by the other two. Already theywere through it, when suddenly he turned and struck Otter in the face.

  "Why, Dog," he said angrily, "you have forgotten to bring up the keg ofbrandy, my little present for the Dom. Go and fetch it. Quick, now."

  "Pardon, Chief," answered Otter, "but I am a small man and the keg isheavy for me alone--if you will deign to help me, for the old woman istoo weak."

  "Do you take me for a porter that I should roll kegs of cognac up steps?Here, my friend," he went on addressing the sentry, "if you wish to earna little present and a drink, perhaps you will give this fellow a handwith the cask. There is a spigot in it, and you can try the qualityafterwards."

  "Right, Senor," said the man briskly, and led the way down the steps.

  A look of dreadful intelligence passed between the dwarf and his master.Then Otter followed, his hand upon the hilt of the Arab sabre which hewore, while Leonard and Soa waited above. They heard the man's heavilybooted feet going down the steps followed by Otter's naked footfall.

  "Where is your keg? I don't see it," said the sentry presently.

  "Lean over, senor, lean over," answered Otter; "it is in the stern ofthe canoe. Let me help you."

  Th
ere was a moment's pause, to the listeners it seemed hours. Then camethe sound of a blow and a heavy splash. They hearkened on, but nothingmore was to be heard except the beating of their hearts and the distantnoise of revelry from the camp.

  Three seconds passed and Otter stood beside them. In the dim lightLeonard could see that his eyes stared wide and his nostrils twitched.

  "Quick was the blow, strong was the blow, silent is the man for ever,"whispered Otter. "So the Baas commanded, so it is."