At last the side of the hut was lifted up, and the captain crawled in,
and placed himself on the litter on which he had been brought to the
place. "Quick, Jack," he whispered, "put the ropes round me as they
were before! Those blacks are more wide-awake rascals than I fancied.
I have been most of the time lying down not twenty yards from the hut,
afraid to move. I was creeping along when I saw a black fellow, with
musket on shoulder, emerge from behind a hut. He stood for some time
looking directly at me, as if he had seen me. He had not though; but
directly afterwards he began pacing up and down with the steadiness of
an old soldier. I crept on when his back was turned, but never could
move far enough before he was about again, and scrutinising all the
ground before him. The only direction in which I could move without the
certainty of being seen was towards this spot, so back again I have
come, with the hope still strong that we might find some other way of
escaping. Once or twice I thought of springing up and killing the man;
but in so doing I should very likely have roused others, and we should
have lost any future chance of escaping."
This result of the captain's expedition put me into low spirits again,
for I fully expected that the blacks would kill us all in the morning,
and my only surprise was that they had not so done already. I did not
say so to the captain, but he, having with his teeth secured the bands
round my arms again, I went and sat down where the blacks had first
placed me. I did not sleep soundly again, nor did he. I sat silent,
anxiously waiting for the morning.
I think I must have gone off into a doze, when, before daybreak, I was
roused up by a chorus of loud cries and shouts, which was soon answered
by every man, woman, and child in the village, who came rushing out of
their huts. It was to welcome, I found, a party of their comrades from
an attack on one of the neighbouring estates, in which they had come off
the victors, with numerous prisoners and much spoil. There began, as
before, a horrible din of tom-toms and other musical instruments, mixed
with the very far from musical voices of the old women who had been
tormenting us. This continued till the sun rose, and then there was a
comparative silence for an hour or so. I suppose the savages were
breakfasting. An this time we were left in suspense as to what was to
be our fate. We did not talk much, and, of course, did not allude to
any plan for escaping, lest we should be overheard.
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