Trapped by Malays Part 51

"Who's that?" he said.

"Maine, sir."

"Oh, just right. Come here. You may as well know. This is a rough scribble from Sergeant Ripsy."

"Good news, sir?" burst out Archie sharply.

"Not likely, my lad--no. He writes of his safe arrival at what he calls the elephant-pens, and as a matter of course too late. The place is quite deserted--not a man there--and the elephants have all been driven off. But he adds that he is following up the trail as well as he can, and that it is very hard to trace, because the great animals always step into the old tracks, and you can't tell which are the new; but that he means to follow them until he comes up to where they have been driven.

There, I have no more to say."

Archie, seeing that his presence was not needed, stepped out into the darkness again, walking some minutes without any definite aim, till, finding himself near the Doctor's bungalow, he thought he would call in there and give him the news, such as it was.

But as he neared the gateway and saw through one of the open windows a bent figure just shown up by the lighted lamp, his heart failed him, for thoughts full of memories of the past came to him with a rush; and he stepped on, when, just as he was at the end of the creeper-burdened bamboo fence, a gruff voice exclaimed:

"Who's that? You, Maine?"

"Yes, sir."

"What is it? Want me?"

"No, sir. I was only just going by."

"Humph! That's a sign you're better. Why didn't you call in?"

"I hadn't the heart, sir. I could see Mrs Morley sitting there with her head resting in her hand, and it set me thinking, sir."

"Good lad! Yes, of course. But she'd have taken it kindly, my lad, if you had dropped in to see her now that she is in such trouble."

"But I was afraid she would think I had brought some news, sir, and then she would have been disappointed."

"No, boy. She and I are both getting hardened to trouble now. We have pretty well given up hoping for anything good. There, come in, my lad."

He laid his hand on Archie's shoulder, and they walked into the house together, Mrs Morley startling the visitor as he noted how thin and old-looking she had grown.

"Ah, Archie," she said, as he saw by the lamp that the tears had started into her eyes, "I am so glad to see you--so much better, too. But--"

She turned quickly away, tearing her handkerchief from her pocket, and the next minute she would have thrown herself sobbing in a chair but for the entrance of one of the native maids, who in her broken English announced that there were two people wanting to see the Doctor.

"Not the proper time for them to come," said that gentleman. "Who are they? People who have been here before?"

"Yes, sahib," said the girl. "It is Dula, with her husband."

"Child bad again!" muttered the Doctor. "Where are they? In my room?"

"Yes, sahib."

"Don't go away, Archie. Stop and talk to the wife till I come back."

The Doctor pa.s.sed out of the room, and Mrs Morley turned to Archie, to say imploringly:

"Have you brought any news?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing--nothing?" she cried, in a tone of voice which made the lad feel almost ready to reproach himself for being alive and well when his companion whom he had taken light-hearted and merry from that very room, so short a time before, was--where?

"Here, Maria--Archie!" came in a sharp tone of voice which made them both start. "Here--quick!"

There was only a little lamp, which gave forth a faint light, upon the table of the Doctor's surgery and consulting-room, but it threw up the figure of a slight, graceful-looking native woman and a tall, fierce Malay; and, jumping at conclusions, Archie judged by the man's bandaged head that he had been wounded, and that his companion had brought him to the Doctor for help.

The Doctor sprang from his seat as his wife entered, drew his chair on one side, and thrust her in.

"Now, be calm, my dear. Be a woman! You know these people?"

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Mrs Morley in agitated tones, as the woman stepped forward, to go down on one knee and kiss her hand, while the man muttered something and then drew himself up rigidly.

"And you think we can trust--depend upon what they say?" continued the Doctor, with his voice quivering.

"Yes. Speak! Tell me, what is it?" cried Mrs Morley excitedly.

"Well, be calm, then. Be quite calm and firm, as I am. Minnie is alive and safe."

"Ah!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs Morley, as she sank back and buried her face in her hands; while the woman now fell upon her knees, catching up Mrs Morley's dress and holding it to her lips as if to choke back her sobs.

"And I told you to be firm," said the Doctor pettishly. "This man has escaped from up-country somewhere--I don't know the confounded place's name. He was overtaken and wounded by some of Rajah Suleiman's people, so that he shouldn't tell tales, I suppose. But he says he can show us where the young English lady has been kept a prisoner, and that she is quite safe.--Isn't that so?" he added, turning to the man.

The Malay stared, muttered something, and then turned to look appealingly at his wife.

"Oh, of course! You didn't tell me; it was she. Let's see. You are the man that came to me months ago for--" The Doctor finished in pantomime by making believe to take hold of his own jaw, apply a key, and wrench out a tooth.

The man smiled and nodded, and the Doctor added a few words in the Malay tongue; while the woman now sprang up and began to talk volubly in her own language, uttering short, sharp sentences, which the Doctor punctuated with nods and:

"Yes--yes--I see--I see--exactly. But, hang it all, my good woman!" he exclaimed in English, "don't talk so fast. I only know a smattering of your tongue.--She puzzles me, my dear. It's all tongue.--Who the British d.i.c.kens wants to know that your little one is quite well again and strong, at a time like this?"

He spoke again in Malay, and the woman nodded and began to gesticulate again, in company with a fresh flow of words.

"Yes, yes, yes," said the Doctor; "I am very glad, of course.--Now, my dear, this is not like you," he continued. "Remember you are a doctor's wife.--Did you ever see such a woman, Archie?"

"Never, Doctor," replied the lad, coming forward out of the darkness to take Mrs Morley's hand and kiss it.

"There, I am quite firm now, Henry," said Mrs Morley; and drawing the native woman towards her, she kissed Dula on both cheeks.

"Now let's have a few quiet words together," said the Doctor.--"No, no, Archie; what are you going to do?"

"I thought I ought to go and tell the Major, sir, at once."

"Not yet. Wait a bit, my lad. We must have a consultation here. I feel as you do, my dear boy; I want to rush back with these people at once. But this is a ticklish affair, and we must do nothing rashly.

You see, we have learned this. It's been a bad case, and we must run no risks. We have learned this--for certain now. It was Suleiman's men who carried Minnie off and nearly killed you, and, with all the native cunning, he sent his people here to fetch me to doctor him for his so-called tiger scratch. By Abernethy! if I'd known, I'd have poisoned it so that it wouldn't have got well for a year.--No, I wouldn't," he grunted. "I am getting a tongue as bad as that woman's. But steady, steady! We know for certain that he carried her off; and this man, being a fisherman, has been living at a spot up the river where our poor darling has been taken and kept hidden. And just think of it, Archie: how clever a blackguard needs to be when he's going to do anything wrong! Talk about Fate! See how busy the old girl has been here! The blackguard, with all his crafty cunning, hides her somewhere close to the place where two of my best patients live, and they have had an eye upon her ever since, and just when we were in our most despairing time come and tell us of her fate."