But Juag only seized his paddle more tightly—the paddle that answered
the purpose of rudder, and commenced to assist the wind by vigorous
strokes. Then Hooja gave the command to some of his archers to fire
upon us. I couldn’t lie hidden in the bottom of the boat, leaving Juag
alone exposed to the deadly shafts, so I arose and, seizing another
paddle, set to work to help him. Dian joined me, though I did my best
to persuade her to remain sheltered; but being a woman, she must have
her own way.
The instant that Hooja saw us he recognized us. The whoop of triumph he
raised indicated how certain he was that we were about to fall into his
hands. A shower of arrows fell about us. Then Hooja caused his men to
cease firing—he wanted us alive. None of the missiles struck us, for
Hooja’s archers were not nearly the marksmen that are my Sarians and
Amozites.
We had now gained sufficient headway to hold our own on about even
terms with Hooja’s paddlers. We did not seem to be gaining, though; and
neither did they. How long this nerve-racking experience lasted I
cannot guess, though we had pretty nearly finished our meager supply of
provisions when the wind picked up a bit and we commenced to draw away.
Not once yet had we sighted land, nor could I understand it, since so
many of the seas I had seen before were thickly dotted with islands.
Our plight was anything but pleasant, yet I think that Hooja and his
forces were even worse off than we, for they had no food nor water at
all.
Far out behind us in a long line that curved upward in the distance, to
be lost in the haze, strung Hooja’s two hundred boats. But one would
have been enough to have taken us could it have come alongside. We had
drawn some fifty yards ahead of Hooja—there had been times when we were
scarce ten yards in advance-and were feeling considerably safer from
capture. Hooja’s men, working in relays, were commencing to show the
effects of the strain under which they had been forced to work without
food or water, and I think their weakening aided us almost as much as
the slight freshening of the wind.
Hooja must have commenced to realize that he was going to lose us, for
he again gave orders that we be fired upon. Volley after volley of
arrows struck about us. The distance was so great by this time that
most of the arrows fell short, while those that reached us were
sufficiently spent to allow us to ward them off with our paddles.
However, it was a most exciting ordeal.
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