Bevis Part 93

"Yes, that's true: I know! Suppose we go out on the raft!"

"Right away."

"Out to Pearl Island and swim there: there are no sedges there."

"Hurrah! If he comes we should see him a long way first."

"Of course, and keep the gun ready."

"Come on."

"First drive in the staple to lock the gate outside."

This was done, and then they went down to the raft, moving cautiously and examining every likely place for the beast to lie in ambush before pa.s.sing. The raft was poled round and out to Pearl Island, on which no sedges grew, nor were there any within seventy or eighty yards. Nothing could approach without being seen.

Yet, when they stood on the brim ready to go into the water the sense of defencelessness was almost overpowering. The gun was at hand, and the match burning, the axe could be s.n.a.t.c.hed up in a moment, the bow was strung and the sharp arrows by it.

But without their clothes they felt defenceless. The human skin offers no resistance to thorn or claw or tusk. There is nothing between us and the enemy, no armour of hide, his tusk can go straight to our lives at once. Standing on the brink they felt the heat of the sun on the skin: if it could not bear even the sunbeams, how could so sensitive and delicate a covering endure the tiger's claw?

"It won't do," said Mark. "No."

"Suppose you watch while I swim, and then you swim and I watch?"

"That will be better."

Bevis stopped on board the raft, threw his coat loosely round his shoulders,--for the sun, if he kept still, would otherwise redden and blister, and cause the skin to peel,--and then took up the matchlock.

So soon as Mark saw he had the gun ready, he ran in, for it was too shallow to plunge, and then swam round the raft keeping close to it.

When he had had his bath, he threw the towel round his shoulders to protect himself from the heat as Bevis had with his coat and took the gun. Bevis had his swim, and then they dressed.

Poling the raft back to the island, they observed the same precautions in going through the trees to the hut. Once Mark fancied there was something in the fern, but Pan innocently ran there before they could call to him, and as nothing moved they went to the spot, and found that two fronds had turned yellow and looked at a distance a little like the tawny coat of an animal. Except under excitement and not in a state of terrorism they would have recognised the yellow fern in an instant; but when intent on one subject the mind is ready to construe everything as relating to it, and disallows the plain evidence of the senses. Even "seeing" is hardly "believing."

They reached the hut without anything happening, and as they could not now wander about the island in the careless way they had hitherto done, and had nothing else to do, they cooked two of the moorhens. The gate in the stockade was locked, and the gun kept constantly at hand. A good deal of match was consumed, as it had to be always burning, else they could not shoot quickly. Soon the sense of confinement became irksome: they could not go outside without arming to the teeth, and to walk up and down so circ.u.mscribed a s.p.a.ce was monotonous, indeed they could not do it after such freedom.

"Can't move," said Mark.

"Chained up like dogs."

"I hate it."

"Hate it! I should think so!"

"But we can't go out."

"No."

They had to endure it: they could not even go up to see the time by the dial without one accompanying the other with the gun as guard. It was late when they had finished dinner, and went up to watch for the signal.

On the cliff they felt more secure, as nothing could approach in front, and behind the slope was partly open, still one had always to keep watch even there. Mark sat facing the slope with the gun: Bevis faced the New Sea with the telescope. The sky had clouded over and there was more wind, in puffs, from the south-east. Charlie soon came, waved the handkerchief, and went away.

"I wish he was here," said Bevis.

"So do I now," said Mark, "and Val and Cecil--"

"And Ted."

"Yes. But how could we know that there was a panther here?"

"But it serves us right for not asking them," said Bevis. "It was selfish of us."

"Suppose we go ash.o.r.e and send Loo to tell Charlie and Val--"

"Last night," said Bevis, interrupting, "why--while I was out in the wilderness and you were in the thicket the thing might have had either of us."

"No one watching."

"If one was attacked, no one near to help."

"No."

"But we could both go together, and tell Loo, and get Charlie and Val and Cecil and Ted. If we all had guns now!"

"Five or six of us!"

"Perhaps if we told the people at home, the governor would let me have one of his: then we could load and shoot quick!"

"And the Jolly Old Moke would let me have his! and if Val could get another and Ted, we could hunt the island and shoot the creature."

Mark was as eager now for company as he had been before that no one should enjoy the island with them.

"We could bring them all off on the raft," said Bevis. "It would carry four, I think."

"Twice would do it then. Let's tell them! Let's see Loo, and send her!

Wouldn't they come as quick as lightning!"

"They would be wild to help to shoot it."

"Just to have the chance."

"Yes; but I say! what stupes we should be!" said Bevis.

"Why? How?"

"After we have had all the danger and trouble, to let them come in and have the shooting and the hunt and the skin."

"Triumph and spoils!"

"Striped skin."

"Or spotted."