Gil the Gunner Part 19

And as we pushed on, with the valley still narrowing, and the noise made by the beaters increasing, animal after animal dashed past us, or, seeing the line of elephants, crept back, but only to appear again, and find that it could escape unmolested.

"No sign of another tiger, rajah," I heard Brace say.

"Yes, yes. There is another," he cried. "My people have seen him twice."

"Perhaps so," said the doctor to me, in a low voice; "but he would have shown before now, with all that noise in front."

He was wrong, though; for five minutes later, and when the beaters could not have been above a couple of hundred yards away, another magnificent beast dashed out of the cover with a roar, and charged down upon us, putting the line of elephants into such confusion that the aims of those who had a chance were disarranged. Then there came a wild scream from somewhere to our right, and we knew directly after that the tiger had broken through the line, striking down one of the rajah's men as he pa.s.sed, and the poor fellow had to be bandaged by the doctor before he was lifted on to one of the elephants, fainting from loss of blood.

"Will it kill him?" I said huskily, as we returned to our own howdah.

"Oh no," replied the doctor. "A nasty clawing; but these men get over far worse wounds than that. There, keep your eyes open; we must try and take revenge. I never feel any compunction in shooting a tiger. There isn't room for them in a civilised land."

We were returning over the same ground now, with the beaters far behind, and every bush, and tuft, and patch of dry gra.s.s was carefully searched as hour after hour went by, and there was talk about a halt for lunch; but with such a monster known to be somewhere in the gorge no one felt disposed for anything but a refreshing cup of water, and downward we went again.

The feeling was fast growing upon us that the tiger had gone right on and out of the valley into the open country, when once more an elephant trumpeted, and told of our being near the object of our search.

Heat and fatigue were forgotten directly, the elephants were urged on by the mahouts, and cane-brake and reed-flat were searched, long gra.s.s was ridden through, and for a couple of hours more we were on the tiptoe of expectation, but found no tiger, till just as we were growing thoroughly dispirited, and felt that we must be driving it lower and lower, and helping it to escape, the monster bounded out from a cl.u.s.ter of loose rocks, faced us, and rolled over at a shot from the doctor's rifle.

It sprang up again with a tremendous roar, and stood open-jawed, glaring at us as if considering which it should attack, when the rajah and Brace fired at the same time, and the monster rolled over again to struggle feebly, and then stretched itself out--dead.

"Never mind, Vincent," said the doctor, clapping me on the shoulder; and then addressing the others with us: "Your turn next; and you have been in at the death."

"Look! look!" I cried suddenly.

"What is it?"

"On that little elephant coming up the valley; isn't it one of our men?"

Brace heard me, and took out the little gla.s.s slung from his shoulder.

"Yes," he said. "It must be a message from the major. Good Heavens! I hope there is nothing wrong."

A word or two in Hindustani from the doctor to the mahout, and our elephant began to shuffle toward the one coming, for Brace had gone on at once.

Our elephant made a good circuit to avoid the dead tiger, holding his trunk high, and evidently in doubt as to whether the beast was feigning death; and directly after we were close up to the messenger, whom I saw to be Denny, the man who had come over in the _Jumna_, and whose sweetheart I had jumped overboard to save.

"What is it, Denny? Anything wrong?" cried Brace.

The man gave him a wild look, and nodded his head, as he held on by one hand to the rope which secured the elephant's pad.

"Well, well!" cried Brace, excitedly; "what is it? Speak."

The man's lips parted, and one hand went up towards his head, while the mahout who had brought him looked back with his face full of horror.

Then, as our elephant was urged up on the other side, the doctor reached over from the howdah, and by a quick movement caught the poor fellow's arm just as his hold had given way, and he was about to pitch off the pad to the ground.

"I thought so," cried the doctor, helping to lower him down. "He was fainting. The poor fellow has been wounded--badly, too!"

"What is this? How did he get hurt?" cried Brace to the mahout in Hindustani.

"My lord, I don't know. He came on a poor horse, and ordered me to come to you. My lord, he is very bad."

Just then the rajah came up, and I fancied there was a peculiar look in his face. He had changed colour, and seemed wild and strange, and when Brace fixed his eyes upon him he averted his gaze.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

I noticed all this, but our attention was taken up by the wounded man, to whose side we had rapidly descended, all thought of tigers being now at an end.

"The poor fellow has been set upon by budmashes as he was on his way here with a despatch," said Brace. "Let me come a minute, doctor, and search his pockets."

"Hang the despatch, man!" said the doctor sternly. "I want to save the lad's life."

He was down on his knees by Denny's side, and had taken out his pocket-book and thrown it open, displaying surgical instruments, needles, silk, and bandages.

"Here, Vincent, come and help me," he said. "Some of you cut a branch or two and shade us from this awful sun. Now, Vincent, slit open that sleeve; never mind damages. Hah! I thought so. That's one exhauster."

As the man's arm was bared, the doctor caught my hand, and made me seize and press upon an artery high up in the limb; for from a terrible gash the blood was pumping out in regular pulsations, and as this act checked the bleeding a little, the doctor rapidly found and tied the divided artery, and then bandaged the wound.

"That was the most dangerous," he said. "Now, then, what next? Cut on shoulder, not serious--ugly gash on head, bad--stab in thigh--must have been mounted--bullet in muscles of shoulder, fired evidently as the man was escaping. Hah! enough for one poor fellow. Now, Vincent, we'll stop the bleeding, and then we must have him carried on a litter under shelter."

"Couldn't he bear the motion of the elephant?" said Brace.

"No! Yes," said the doctor; "perhaps it would be best. While we are waiting for a litter we could get him to the rajah's. There, I think he will not hurt. You may try for your despatch now."

Brace and I tried the man's pockets, and the doctor thrust his hand into the breast, but the result was _nil_.

"No despatch," said Brace, uneasily; and I saw his face wrinkle up, as if he were puzzled and anxious. "Let's get him on the little pad elephant; it will be easier."

"Now," said the doctor, who had been bathing the poor fellow's forehead and trickling water between his parched lips, "he's coming to. Don't question him; leave it to me."

For at that moment the man's face twitched a little, and he began to mutter excitedly; his words being plain enough to those near.

"Cowards!" he said. "Treachery--you dog--it's murder! Look out, boys!

Ah--sentry--the gate!"

He uttered a low groan and was silent.

"Not attacked on the road," said Brace, excitedly.

"No," said the rajah, hastily; "my people would not attack him."

"There's something wrong at the barracks," cried Brace, excitedly. "He said treachery."

I felt the blood thrill through my veins at these words; and then I stepped closer to Gunner Denny, whose eyes had now opened widely, and he was staring wildly round, till his gaze rested on me, and he made a sign to me to bend down.

"Look out, sir," he said, in a faint voice. "Ah! Water!"