"We must try again," she said; and with a weary sigh the fugitive rose
and staggered on, following her companion as she tore aside the canes,
pushed back thorny growth, and utterly regardless of self, kept on
making a way for Helen to follow.
There was a strong display of kindness in her manner, but it was not
unmingled with contempt for the helplessness of the English girl, who
had to trust entirely to her for every step of their progress.
Just at the very worst time, when they had again become entangled in the
wild jungly maze, the Malay girl stopped once more to take breath; and
then making an angry effort to free herself from a bramble-like growth
that was tearing her sarong into shreds, she uttered a cry of joy, for
she found that she had broken through quite a thorny hedge of growth,
and was now standing in a narrow pathway, evidently the track made by
elephant, buffalo, or other large creatures of the jungle.
Her cheery words aroused Helen to fresh exertion; and following the
track, painful as it was, and full of crossing strands and canes, they
got on for the next two or three hours pretty well, when they seemed to
have descended into marshy ground through which the track led.
Here they found a fresh difficulty, for if the Malay girl had had any
doubt before that they were in an elephant path, it was made evident now
by the series of great footprints, every one of which was a pitfall of
mud and water, the custom of these huge beasts being to step invariably
in the tracks left by those that have passed before, believing them to
be indications of safety; and the result is that in a short time the
path becomes in a wet soil one long series of muddy holes.
It was along such a way as this that Helen and her companion struggled
on till the sun had risen and the rich shafts of orange and gold came
pouring through the dense foliage above their heads.
With the sunrise came light and hope. The sombre forest seemed to be
less depressing, and when they had struggled on for another hour, until
the heat began to be steamy, a brighter light shone through the trees
ahead, and they awakened to the fact that they were near the little
river, whose banks they at last reached, to lie down beneath the
spreading branches of a huge tree. The boughs formed a screen from
everyone who might be passing in a boat; and here the Malay girl
produced some food which she had had the foresight to bring; and this
they ate, watching the rapid, sparkling stream, whose path through the
jungle was all sunshine and light, while that of the fugitives had been
one of gloom.
As they sat there resting, they now and then directed their attention to
the stream, gazing up and down as far as their eyes would reach in
search of danger; but sparkling water, blossom-burdened trees, and the
occasional glint of some brightly-plumaged bird darting from side to
side, was all that met their sight.
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