The Strand Magazine, Vol. 05, Issue 29, May 1893: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 05, Issue 29, May 1893: An Illustrated Monthly
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"I expect we could have managed very well without seeing him," I
replied. "Would it not have been possible to have found the sailor's
treasure, wherever it is hidden, without landing at a spot where these
savages were evidently on the look-out?"
"Not so, by Mahomet!" answered the Arab. "The sahibs would certainly be
slain if they attempted to do so without Wimpai permitted them."
"Well, come on then," said Denviers, as he made his way through the
wreckage and huge fragments of coral lying on the beach: "I daresay we
shall get out of this adventure as safely as we have others. Our new
acquaintances are certainly making themselves quite at home with our
possessions, before being invited even," he added, as four of them
placed on their heads some pieces of cloth and a native basket filled
with handsome beads, which Hassan had advised us to bring in order to
propitiate Wimpai.
"They seem to consider us their prisoners," I remarked, as the savages
marched on the right and left of us, while we strode on with our rifles
shouldered.
"I don't relish the look of their knives," commented Denviers; "they are
likely to do us far more harm with them than with the clumsy matchlocks
which they now carry instead of spears. What a splendid set of fellows
they are!"
The savages who inhabited this part of Formosa, so much avoided on
account of its dangerous coral reefs, wore only a blue loin-cloth. Their
hair was adorned with a number of brightly-coloured feathers, while
across the shoulder of each passed a strip of scarlet cloth, reaching to
the waist, supporting a plaited loop, into which was thrust the
long-bladed knife which my companion mentioned. For some time the
tangled pathway which we traversed wound up the steep side of a mountain
spur, running almost down to the edge of the raised coral beach. Forcing
our way through the screw-pine, which obstructed us, we were soon
passing under the shade of some bamboos and banyans, when Denviers
motioned to some trees a little way ahead, and suddenly exclaimed:--
"Look out, Harold! These savage niggers mean mischief!"
I glanced carefully to where my companion directed me, and saw a number
of matchlocks pointed at us, while the heads of those who held them
peered cautiously forth. We raised our rifles to defend ourselves, for
we were completely covered by the shining barrels of the enemy, and for
a moment fully expected that the lighted port-fires would be applied to
their old-fashioned weapons. Seeing that we were closely guarded by the
others from any attempt to escape, the savages came out from their
lurking-places and advanced to meet us.
"It looks as if Hassan's incredible yarn is going to turn out true after
all," said Denviers to me, aside; "at all events, there are several
women carrying arms among those in front."
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