Hooja stood in the bow of his boat, alternately urging his men to
greater speed and shouting epithets at me. But we continued to draw
away from him. At last the wind rose to a fair gale, and we simply
raced away from our pursuers as if they were standing still. Juag was
so tickled that he forgot all about his hunger and thirst. I think that
he had never been entirely reconciled to the heathenish invention which
I called a sail, and that down in the bottom of his heart he believed
that the paddlers would eventually overhaul us; but now he couldn’t
praise it enough.
We had a strong gale for a considerable time, and eventually dropped
Hooja’s fleet so far astern that we could no longer discern them. And
then—ah, I shall never forget that moment—Dian sprang to her feet with
a cry of “Land!”
Sure enough, dead ahead, a long, low coast stretched across our bow. It
was still a long way off, and we couldn’t make out whether it was
island or mainland; but at least it was land. If ever shipwrecked
mariners were grateful, we were then. Raja and Ranee were commencing to
suffer for lack of food, and I could swear that the latter often cast
hungry glances upon us, though I am equally sure that no such hideous
thoughts ever entered the head of her mate. We watched them both most
closely, however. Once while stroking Ranee I managed to get a rope
around her neck and make her fast to the side of the boat. Then I felt
a bit safer for Dian. It was pretty close quarters in that little
dugout for three human beings and two practically wild, man-eating
dogs; but we had to make the best of it, since I would not listen to
Juag’s suggestion that we kill and eat Raja and Ranee.
We made good time to within a few miles of the shore. Then the wind
died suddenly out. We were all of us keyed up to such a pitch of
anticipation that the blow was doubly hard to bear. And it was a blow,
too, since we could not tell in what quarter the wind might rise again;
but Juag and I set to work to paddle the remaining distance.
Almost immediately the wind rose again from precisely the opposite
direction from which it had formerly blown, so that it was mighty hard
work making progress against it. Next it veered again so that we had to
turn and run with it parallel to the coast to keep from being swamped
in the trough of the seas.
And while we were suffering all these disappointments Hooja’s fleet
appeared in the distance!
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