Rounding up the Raider Part 25

"Aground!" exclaimed Denbigh as the punt's bows touched the mud.

"Check her from swinging round."

Armstrong promptly jumped overboard, to sink above his knees in the soft mud. Only by holding on to the gunwale was he able to keep himself from sinking still deeper.

"We can't land here," he announced. "We'll be in up to our necks."

"Must," declared Denbigh laconically, raising his voice to enable it to be heard above the now loud roar of the approaching bore.

Seizing the lead-line and bending one end round his waist Denbigh leapt overboard, threw himself at full length upon the mud, and working with his hands drew himself laboriously over the slimy surface. It was horribly exhausting work, but to his intense satisfaction he found himself making visible progress without sinking beyond a few inches in the ooze.

Ahead he could discern the dark outlines of the mangrove forest. It seemed an interminable distance away.

Presently his hand came in contact with the trunk of a tree, that had fallen and had been partly embedded in the mud. It afforded a precarious foothold, but proceeding carefully, Denbigh found that the farther end rested in comparatively firm soil.

Planting his feet against the trunk, the sub hauled at the lead-line with all his might. The flat-bottomed punt glided easily over the slime until its bows were within a yard of the fallen tree. Then, unexpectedly, the rope that had rendered such good service parted like pack-thread.

Denbigh, losing his balance, fell prostrate on the ground, which was here soft enough to break his fall but sufficiently stiff to prevent him from being swallowed up in the mud.

Quickly O'Hara and Armstrong jumped, and grasping their fallen comrade hauled him to his feet. They had barely time to gain the firm bank when the bore thundered past, sweeping the punt away like a straw.

They had a momentary glimpse of its bows rearing high in the air on the crest of the foaming, breaking wall of water, then it vanished out of sight.

"Phew!" exclaimed Armstrong. "That was a narrow squeak."

"I'm in a horrible mess," announced Denbigh. "The mud of Portsmouth Harbour is eau de Cologne compared with this filthy slime."

"Good heavens, man! you're shivering," declared O'Hara. "That won't do. Here, take my coat. I don't want it. I insist."

Waving aside Denbigh's objections the Irishman made him take off his saturated garments, while the rest of the deficiency of the sub's wardrobe was temporarily made good by making use of Armstrong's silk scarf as a loin-cloth. The men realized that in the deadly African climate dry clothing was of utmost importance. The sub's saturated and mud-encaked garments were made up into a bundle to be washed and dried at the first opportunity.

"Now," said Denbigh, "I feel like a giant refreshed. We've plenty of time, for it's no use getting to the coast before sunrise. If you fellows like to wait here I'll go up along the banks and see what is at the sh.o.r.e end of that chain."

"It isn't going to be a one-man show," objected O'Hara. "We'll all have a chip in. You lead, if you will, old man. I'll follow just far enough behind to keep you in view. Armstrong, will you bring up the rear?"

In single file and extended order the three officers made their way towards their objective. Keeping just below high-water mark they found the ground easy to walk upon, and, with one exception, free from the presence of crocodiles.

One huge brute barred their path, but on Denbigh hurling a heavy stick in its direction, the saurian turned and waddled towards the water.

Noiselessly, for the soft ground effectually deadened the sound of their footsteps, the daring explorers advanced.

Suddenly a hoa.r.s.e voice broke the silence with a guttural "Wer da?"

Without a moment's hesitation Denbigh dropped gently to the ground.

His companions followed his example, holding their breath in momentary expectation of hearing a bullet whizzing over their heads.

"It's all right, Schlutze," replied a voice. "The leutnant sent me to bring some more hands down. There's a boat broken adrift. She's grinding against the end of the torpedo-station pier."

"What boat?" asked the sentry, recovering his rifle.

"I do not know. It's empty."

"Not an English boat?" asked the man anxiously.

"When the English do venture they will attempt the attack with something bigger, my friend. The bigger the better, for they will never be able to pa.s.s here, with our excellent torpedo-tubes trained across the river. But I must be moving. Herr leutnant is in a great hurry. He does not want his piers damaged."

Denbigh remained lying on the ground. He waited until half a dozen Germans pa.s.sed within twenty yards of him. He could hear their heavy boots clattering on the planks of the foliage-screened pier, although the structure was invisible from where he lay.

Finding that it would be too risky a business to attempt to pa.s.s the sentry, Denbigh crawled back to O'Hara, and by signs indicated that he was going into the forest. The three comrades, keeping close together, turned their backs upon the river and were soon swallowed up in the dense foliage.

Maintaining his direction by means of his spirit-compa.s.s, Denbigh held on until he came upon a clearing. Here the ground was furrowed with deep ruts. They had evidently been caused by the recent pa.s.sage of heavy objects drawn upon rough sleighs. The dew-steeped ground bore the impress of many booted feet as well as, to a lesser extent, those of natives.

"They've been lugging up the quick-firers," mentally commented Denbigh.

"I wonder where they've hidden them? Wish to goodness they hadn't employed n.i.g.g.e.rs. I don't mind getting on the track of a Hun, but the blacks have an awkward trick of turning the tables upon a fellow when it comes to following a spoor."

He waited, revolving in his mind the problem that confronted him. His companions stood motionless and silent. They, too, realized that danger lurked in the dense bush.

Again Denbigh consulted his compa.s.s. The track on his left hand lay in a north-westerly direction. a.s.suming that it ran fairly straight, it would open out at the river banks in the vicinity of the temporary piers. In the other direction it showed a tendency to curve to the north-east.

"I'll try the right-hand track," decided the sub. "I suppose it will be out of the question to get those two obstinate fellows to remain here."

He put the proposal in dumb show, but both O'Hara and Armstrong vigorously protested against being left behind.

The three officers again took shelter in the bush, keeping close and parallel to the beaten track. Twenty minutes' steady progress brought them to the edge of a large clearing. By the compa.s.s their direction was now due west, showing that they had described a large semicircle.

They were now not far from the river. They could hear the swirl of the flood-tide. Towards the centre of the clearing were several indistinct objects that looked like gun-emplacements. Through the darkness came the sound of men's voices. A dog yelped, and was instantly told to be silent.

"This is no place for us," thought Denbigh. "Much as I should like to see what is over there, I think we'll shift. I'll try and see how this clearing bears for the river."

Fifty yards farther on progress was barred by a line of young trees.

Groping, the sub attempted to find a gap, but to his surprise the stem he grasped gave way. It was merely the top of a palm tree lopped off and forced into the ground. The whole row was merely a screen to mask the guns from the river.

As the sub scrambled through the gap his foot tripped against a concealed wire, and a spurt of red flame stabbed the darkness accompanied by the sharp crack of a rifle.

Resisting the impulse to take to their heels the three officers backed cautiously into the forest. Already numbers of men were hurrying to the spot. Lights flashed upon the scene, revealing the presence of two searchlight projectors set up on platforms almost above the heads of the British fugitives.

In the confusion, for the German officers and men were shouting and aimlessly running hither and thither, Denbigh and his companions withdrew, until they found themselves at the place where a couple of hours previously they had landed from the punt.

"Full speed ahead!" exclaimed Denbigh. "It will be dawn by the time we reach the sh.o.r.e of the lagoon. I think we've seen enough to enable us to locate the enemy's sh.o.r.e defences."

"Through the forest, or by the river?" asked O'Hara.

"Both," replied his chum. "Two miles farther down-stream is the spot where we landed from the _Myra_. I can recognize it. You remember what we buried there?"

"Rather," replied the Irishman. "The rifle and the ammunition we took from von Eckenstein's man."

"It will come in jolly handy if we fall foul of more wild animals,"

continued Denbigh. "When we've recovered the rifle we'll follow the same track as we did previously. Let's hope we'll be in time to warn our cruisers, for from all appearances von Riesser hasn't played himself out just yet."

"You're taking into consideration the possibility that the Germans have left an observation post at the entrance to the river?" asked Armstrong.