The arrows were blazing all about him. He feared at last that one
lucky shot might even fire his cannon. Almost amused by the irony of
the situation, he caught up the nearest blazing shaft of fire, and used
it to light his fuse.
In the briefest time the serpent of fire sped down through the hollowed
creeper to the spiral, where, also, lay the bombs. Of a sudden the
powder was ignited.
With a flash of quickly leaping flames and a grayish geyser of fume,
the destruction began. Then, as a cry of glee arose from the clearing
below, the bombs went off in quick succession.
They made a splendid noise and smoke, scattering fragments of the tufa
far and wide, till a rain of the smaller pieces spattered thickly down
in the jungle. Grenville arose from his hiding-place, quite unharmed,
and ran about on the terrace crazily, holding his head between his
hands for the distant rifleman to witness his discomfort.
The Dyak was overjoyed. He shouted in reckless delight to his kind,
who howled like a pack of wolves now certain of feasting. Yet they did
not emerge from their places of concealment, nor undertake to bridge
the trail, and immediately ascend the hill, as Grenville had somewhat
feared.
He crept to a point of vantage, watching the clearing for a
demonstration which, much to his gratification, did not arrive. Back
once more towards the cliff at the rear he scuttled, beholding the Dyak
craft at last heading well around towards the cave. The moment was
ripe for his scheme!
Hurriedly creeping to the eastern brink, with one of his firebrands
gripped between his teeth, he began a descent of the ladder. Halfway
down he paused for breath, and furtively watched, from the tail of his
eye, for the boat that should presently appear.
It came within range of his vision silently, and down he continued as
before. He could only hope that he might have been seen, for never a
sound arose from the crew to make the matter certain. For, perhaps, a
distance of twenty feet he must have been plainly in view. The last
fleeting sight he caught of the boat, she was putting about with a
suddenness enormously exciting to his blood.
That the Dyaks had seen him, and were now intent upon turning away
before he should turn and see their boat, and know himself discovered,
was an inescapable conclusion. A moment later he was hidden by the
ledge, and descended more at leisure, climbing inside the ladder
presently, where it hung well out from the overhanging shelf, and so
coming down upon his platform, with little or no exertion.
Immediately on landing under the mouth of the cavern, he lifted the
platform bodily, disengaged the hooks from the ladder's lower rung, and
drew it behind him to the cave. The ladder itself he could not remove
without climbing up to the terrace and issuing forth at the hidden
door, which would doubtless prove fatal to his plans.
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