[The Ivory Trail by Talbot Mundy]@TWC D-Link bookThe Ivory Trail CHAPTER TWELVE 9/31
We tried to go close enough to see whether there were dead bodies in the dhow's charred hull, but as if the very ripple from our paddles were the last straw, the wreck dipped suddenly ten feet from us and plunged, the crocodiles following it down into deep water with lashing tails--swifter than fish. We paddled about for an hour in the blistering sun, searching stupidly for what we knew we could never find; crocodiles remove traces of identity more swiftly than kites and crows. "I'll bet you they thought we were on board!" gleed Coutlass.
"I'll bet you they opened fire, and when we didn't answer came to the conclusion we had no ammunition.
Then they steamed close enough to throw kerosene on board and light it! I bet you they steamed round and round and watched the people jump as the flames drove them overboard! Or d'you think they shot them all, and then threw them overboard and fired the dhow? No--then they'd have known we weren't on the dhow; they'd have steamed back then to find us; they thought we were in the dhow! They thought we were hiding below deck! They're going to British East to take their Bible oaths they saw us burn and drown! Isn't that a joke! Isn't that a good one! Gassharamminy! But I'd give my hope of heaven to know whether they shot the women first or watched them jump among the crocodiles when the heat grew fierce!" We paddled to another rocky island--one that had trees on it, and rested through the heat of the day when we had killed all the snakes that had forestalled us in the shade.
There, after again eating hippo-tongue unseasoned and ungarnished, we held a council of war, and Fred produced the map that Rebecca stole from Coutlass. "If we make for a township now--Kisumu is the nearest--about five and twenty miles away," said Fred, "we can give ourselves the pleasure of surprising Schillingschen, and of course we can get a square meal and some clothes and soap and so on--incidentally perhaps some rifles and ammunition.
But we can't prove a thing against Schillingschen, and he has enough pull with British officials to make things deuced unpleasant for us, for a time at least.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|