One Maid's Mischief Part 100

"No, no, Doctor," she cried; "don't leave me, pray!"

"What? The deuce!" exclaimed the little man, starting. "How the d.i.c.kens did you know I was a doctor? I say; I know your voice; who--"

"Don't you know me again, Doctor?" she cried, pa.s.sionately, and cutting short his speech.

"Know you? What--why?--It is? No. Yes: Helen Perowne!"

The poor girl burst into a frantic hysterical fit of crying.

"Why, my poor darling! my dear child! my poor little woman!" cried the doctor, raising her head to his breast, and holding her there, kissing her again and again as the tears ran down his ruddy face. "My poor little bairnie! This is dreadful! There, there, there, my dear, you are quite safe now," he continued, patting her and caressing her as a father would a favourite child. "But there; what a milksop I am; crying like a great girl, I declare, when I ought to shout _hooray_! to think I have found you safe, if not quite sound. Why, my dear child, Perowne will hug me for this. Poor old boy, he has been half frantic."

"But, Doctor," she sobbed, "they will catch me again, and drag me back to that dreadful place. Look here," she cried, with a mingling of pitiful appeal and angry indignation, and she held out her scratched and torn brown hands, and then turned her face and showed her teeth to him.

"I have been cruelly used. They made me look like one of his wretched wives, so that I should not be known."

"But who--who did all this?"

"Murad, and I have been kept a prisoner here at a dreadful place, deep in the jungle, where I saw no one but his wretched creatures. Oh, Doctor, Doctor, kill me, or I shall go mad!"

"Kill you? of course I won't, my dear. The dog! the scoundrel! the smooth-faced hypocrite! I'll blow his brains out! I'll skin him and make a specimen of him to take him back to England and exhibit him as a demon. Hang him! I don't know what I won't do!" cried the doctor, stamping with pa.s.sion. "Here, you two," he cried, "don't stand staring like that, but bring the young lady some coffee."

The two Malay boatmen, who had been terribly puzzled at their master's behaviour with one they took to be an escaped slave, obeyed his orders at once, looking very peculiar the while.

"Don't you see who it is, you scoundrels?" cried the doctor, storming.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, master," said the elder boatman, submissively, for what so great a man as the doctor--one who could bring people back to life, as he had the reputation of having done before now--chose to do must be good and right.

"That's better," exclaimed the doctor, energetically. "Now some biscuits. Come, my dear, try and eat and drink. I wish to goodness my little woman were here! Come, eat; it will give you strength."

Helen made a lame effort or two, but the food seemed to choke her.

"And I'd come out to find Solomon's gold," muttered the doctor.

"Solomon's Ophir; I seem instead to have found Solomon's wives, or rather one of them. Bless my heart! bless my soul! Well, really I never did!"

He looked at Helen wonderingly, and then ran mentally over the trouble at the station as he longed to question his "new specimen," as he called her, but felt some delicacy in speaking.

"Come, come," he said at last, "you do not eat."

"Oh, no, no, Doctor!" she cried, in hysterical tones. "I cannot eat: what shall I do?"

"One moment," said the doctor; "tell me, do I apprehend rightly, that you have escaped from that scoundrel?"

"Yes," she whispered, hoa.r.s.ely; and she shuddered as she spoke. "He came yesterday--no, it must have been days ago. I don't know: my head is troubled. He came, and I said I would escape and die in the jungle if I could not get to the station."

"Yes, yes," said the doctor, feeling her pulse, for she seemed to grow more composed.

"And I did escape: one of the Rajah's women helped me, and we fled together through the jungle, toiling on amongst thorns and canes, and always ready to drop, till we sank down wearily to sleep."

"Yes, my poor child," said the doctor; "but where is your companion?"

"I--I don't know," said Helen, in a strange, dazed way. "She must be somewhere. I went to sleep, and she was with me, and I awoke and she was gone. But, Doctor, dear Doctor Bolter, I am not what I was. Pray do not let me fall into that wretch's hands again!"

"Never fear," exclaimed the doctor, to give her confidence, and he a.s.sumed a matter-of-fact, confident air as he spoke. "Look here, my dear child, eat and drink to gain strength, and I will then take you back in my boat. Don't be alarmed. You will be quite safe."

Helen made an effort to partake of the coffee, and as the doctor drank his own, it suddenly struck him that he used to have a great dislike to Helen Perowne, while now he had been treating her with the most affectionate solicitude.

"And quite right, too," he muttered. "Her position enlists sympathy.

Why, I should be a brute if I did not behave kindly and well."

The difficulties of his position became more apparent to him as he thought the matter over.

Murad had carried off Helen no doubt in accordance with a deeply-laid scheme; and knowing what his position would be if the latter were discovered, of course he would spare no pains to recapture his prisoner.

"He knows it's death, and a complete finish of his Rajahship," muttered the doctor; "and sooner than be found out the reptile would shoot me down like a dog--if I don't get the chance to shoot him first; and hang me if I don't feel just now as if I could send a charge of shot through him with the greatest pleasure in life!"

He felt that if the followers of Murad were to find out the direction taken by the fugitive they would soon be on her track, and he would be almost helpless--one against a strongly-manned boat, whose crew would know their lives depended upon the success of their efforts.

Under these circ.u.mstances he determined to draw the boat well up among the rocks, and then to lie in concealment until the evening, when they might float down under cover of the darkness.

But no sooner had he determined upon this than the thought of the difficulties of the navigation came uppermost in his mind. It was hard enough to get safely up the little river by daylight. In the darkness he was compelled to own that it would be impossible.

"I must run all risks," he said; "there is nothing else for it. We must get down to the mouth of the river and out into the main stream as soon as possible," and having fully made up his mind what he would do, he turned to Helen Perowne.

"I am going to start at once," he said; "but before we set off--I say this so as to help me, perhaps, in our effort to get away--"

"Effort to get away?" she said, piteously. "No, no; I don't quite mean that," he said; "but before we set off would you not like to make yourself look a little more like an English lady?"

She looked up at him with an imploring look, and the tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

"Only too gladly, doctor; but you do not understand. They managed their cruel task only too well! Do you not see?--this is a stain, and it cannot be removed!"

The doctor frowned as he thought of his store of drugs and chemicals at home in his little palm-thatched cottage, where he wished they were themselves; and then he wondered whether there was anything amongst them that would remove the brown tint from his companion's face.

She rose as he held out his hand, but trembled so much, and seemed so agitated, that when he led her to the boat she would have tottered and fallen had not the doctor caught her in his arms, and lifted her in; while directly after the two stout Malays thrust the boat over the shallow sands and gravel till deeper water was reached, the current helping them in their task, which was a long and arduous one, for there were long stretches of shallow and rapid, over which the bottom of the sampan grated before the paddles could be used.

And all this time the doctor noted that his companion's wild eyes were constantly searching the sh.o.r.e for danger, such as he was fain to confess might be encountered at any moment, and in view of which he carefully charged his revolver, and altered the cartridges in both barrels of his gun.

At last, though, the boatmen were able to give up wading, and seizing their paddles, they leaped into the boat, making it glide down the stream, whose course here was very swift.

The doctor talked to his companion, but she was very silent, and they were soon both of them occupied in watching the sh.o.r.es, the doctor growing more uneasy moment by moment; while Helen, in her ignorance, felt that every paddle-stroke took her farther and farther from pursuit--made her safer from being recaptured by him who caused a shudder--when literally she was now every hour being taken nearer to the house that had been her prison all through those weary days.

As the time wore on the doctor asked her a few questions about her adventures, but he noted that she trembled so, and became so painfully agitated, that from sheer kindness he soon refrained; and leaving her to make what confidences she chose, he sat with his gun across his knee, watching the sh.o.r.e for enemies, and they journeyed on almost in silence.

The Malay boatmen saw that there was danger. They had not recognised Helen at first; but now that they knew her they coupled the meeting in their own minds with the troubles at the station, and from time to time they cast uneasy glances at the doctor's revolver as it lay upon the seat, and from that began watchfully to scan such portions of the sh.o.r.e as might be deemed dangerous from affording opportunities for an ambush from which spears would come whizzing with unerring aim.

In the ardour of his pursuit after the favourite myth of his imagination the doctor had not noticed the distance he had ascended this narrow, winding stream; but now that he was all anxiety to reach the great river, it seemed as if it would never end.

The sun poured down his ardent rays, and but for the awning of boughs that the Malays had cut and spread over her head, the heat to the rescued girl would have been unbearable. Everything, however, that could alleviate her position was done, and more than once she gave the doctor a grateful look, as in a weary, broken-spirited way, she faltered her thanks.