The Three Sapphires Part 12
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They had not travelled far along the narrow jungle path that had been worn smooth by the bare feet of natives crossing from village to village when Finnerty stood rigid and beckoned gently with a forefinger; and when they had reached his side they could hear the jabber of monkeys scolding angrily far up the path. Between them and the jungle discord was a large monkey sitting on the limb of a tree, with his face turned away and his long tail hanging down.
Finnerty put a finger to his lips, and, slipping forward with the soft stealthiness of a leopard, undetected by the monkey, who was intent on his companions' squabble, gave the tail a pull. The startled and enraged lungur whisked about and thrust his black face, with its fringe of silver-grey whiskers, forward pugnaciously, pouring out a volley of simian oaths. Seeing a sahib, he stopped with a gasping cry of fright and raced up the tree to take a diving flight to another.
"No end of a funny caper!" Lord Victor laughed.
"No use of keeping quiet now," the major declared; "those noisy devils have stirred up everything. If I were following up a tiger I'd know they had spotted him."
"Behold, sahib!" And Mahadua pointed to the trunk of the rhododendron.
When Finnerty had closely examined some marks about the height of his head in the tree, he said: "Even if our friend Pundit Bagh hasn't an evil spirit, he has a sense of humour; he's sharpened his claws here, and not long ago, either."
"Really? Oh, I say, old top, you're spoofing. No end of a good draw, though." And Lord Victor chuckled.
"I'm in earnest," Finnerty declared crisply. "A rhododendron has a bark like rough sandpaper--it's a favourite whetstone for the cat tribe; and this was a big tiger, as you can judge by the height of the marks."
"There are no pugs on the path, sahib," Mahadua advised, after a search.
"We'll keep close together for a bit," Finnerty advised, starting on.
At Finnerty's elbow the s.h.i.+kari whispered: "Tell the sahibs to talk, so that we come not in a startling way upon the Pundit, that he may escape in peace."
The major conveyed this message to his companions.
For a hundred yards they walked through a jungle that was now silent save for their voices and the slip of their feet on the smooth earth.
From a tangle of raspberry bushes ahead a king crow rose in excited flight.
"That's a bird that always gets in a rage when tiger is about," Finnerty explained; "so keep your eye open--the jungle's thick here."
The major had taken a knife from his pocket, and he now ran its sharp blade around two 10-bore sh.e.l.ls, just between the wads which separated the powder from the shot, saying, as he slipped first the shot half and next the powder half into his gun: "That is now practically a ball cartridge, for the shot packet will carry like a bullet for a good many yards. I don't think we'll see him, though. Ah! Mistaken!"
A magnificent striped creature slipped without noise from some thick undergrowth twenty yards ahead, and now stood across the path, his huge head turned so that the questioning yellow eyes were full upon them.
"Pundit Bagh--see his spectacles, sahib!" Mahadua gasped.
The curious black oval markings added to the sinister malignity of the unblinking eyes.
"Don't move, you chaps; he's only bluffing. If you weaken he'll charge,"
Finnerty cautioned.
"I will speak to Pundit Bagh," Mahadua said, stepping a pace forward.
"Kudawand, Protector of the Village, go in peace. Did not the sahib this day give you back your life? Did not the sahib put down the rifle and take up the bird gun and shoot in the air over your head? Go in peace, Kudawand, lest the sahib now smite thee with the ball gun."
"Have you a box of matches, Swinton?" the major asked, a quick thought coming to him that probably the tiger, in his migrations to the hills, had learned to dread the fire line of the burning gra.s.s.
Something of this scheme registered in Swinton's brain, for he answered: "I've got a newspaper, too."
"Give the paper and matches to Mahadua." Then to the servant he added: "Roll the paper like a torch and light it."
The tiger watched this performance with interest. There is no dweller of the jungle but is a victim of curiosity--the unusual will always arrest their attention; and the tiger's att.i.tude a.s.sured Finnerty that he really had no fixed purpose; it would take very little to make him either attack or retreat. If it had not been for the Banjara's buffalo, killed out of pure deviltry, and the mauled native, Finnerty would have had no hesitation in thinking the tiger would turn from the path if they kept steadily advancing.
When Mahadua struck a match on the box, its snapping hiss and flare of light caused an uneasy s.h.i.+ft of the spectacled eyes. When the paper showed its larger flame, the look of distrust and suspicion increased; the bristled lips twisted in a nervous snarl; the powerful tail that had been swinging in complacent threatening from side to side now stilled and dropped.
"Move on!" Finnerty commanded, stepping slowly forward, the 10-bore held waist-high, both fingers on the triggers.
Mahadua, holding the burning paper straight in front of him, kept pace with his master, Swinton and Lord Victor following close.
The sinister ominousness of this performance, its silent aggression, wakened in the tiger's wary mind the dominant thought of his lifetime--caution, suspicion of a trap. It was a supreme test of unheated courage between two magnificent creatures, each of his own species--the gigantic man and the regal tiger; and the physical advantage was with the beast. Step by step, slow-measured, Finnerty and the s.h.i.+kari pressed forward. The Pundit now swung his lithe body with sinuous grace till he stood aggressively straight in the path, his head lowered so that a little furrow showed between his shoulder blades and the red-green eyes slanted evilly upward through the spectacles.
Finnerty read the sign. If the tiger crouched flat to earth, ready for a spring, it would be well to halt and try still further his courage by calmly waiting his attack. The big tail had ceased its rhythmic swing, but did not stiffen in ferocity; it curved downward. Even that beat of the pulse of events Finnerty gauged.
At ten yards Lord Victor had ceased to breathe; he wanted to scream under the cracking strain. He felt a hand on his arm--it was Swinton's.
The paper torch palpitated in the native's trembling hand; but he faltered not, though the vicious eyes were ever on him and the fire.
Nine yards, eight yards--all a h.e.l.l of silent, nervous strain. Seven yards--the tiger turned in a slow, voluptuous glide, his ominous eyes still on the torchbearer, and slipped through the bushes to the jungle beyond.
Finnerty quickened his pace to a fast walk, saying: "Put the light out--save the paper."
Presently Mahadua touched Finnerty's elbow and held up a hand.
Listening, the major heard the "miouw" of a peac.o.c.k--not the usual, droning note, but a sharp, angry screech. Immediately the alarmed belling of a sambar came from the direction in which the peac.o.c.k had called, followed by a short, m.u.f.fled roar from the tiger.
"Missed him!" Finnerty commented. He turned to his companions. "Our shooting has been spoiled; we'll just push on to my bungalow."
Chapter VIII
Captain Swinton and Lord Victor remained with Finnerty for dinner, and after that meal, sitting on the verandah, the latter asked: "What sort of bally charm did that s.h.i.+kari repeat when he made that ripping address to the tiger, major?"
Finnerty looked at Swinton and the latter nodded violently; but the major answered curtly: "I forget."
"Oh, I say! I want to know, old top--it'll go well when I tell the story in London." He turned to Swinton. "Captain, perhaps your memory is better."
"If you must know," Swinton answered, in mock resignation--for he was most anxious to interpret the native's words--"Mahadua told the tiger to play the game, for Finnerty had purposely put down his rifle, taken up the shotgun, and fired over his head to spare his life."
"That's when you made the fumble in the howdah, eh, major? It would have been quite on the cards for him to have mauled you to-day. You should have potted him when you had a chance on the elephant."
Tried beyond patience by Gilfain's obtuse egotism, Swinton blurted: "Mahadua lied to the tiger; he was concealing the fact that Major Finnerty spared his life that you might have the glory of the kill later on."
"But, I say, this is no end of a draw; the major told us he got rattled and pumped bird shot into Stripes."
With a sigh, Swinton gave up the hopeless task; and Finnerty, to change the venue, said:
"I don't think we were in any danger, really. A tiger is considerable of a gentleman; all he asks is to be left alone to kill his legitimate prey. And if it weren't for him the wild pig and deer would eat up the crops of the poor."
"But tigers kill a lot of human beings," Lord Victor contended.
"About two in every million are killed annually by tigers in India--that's statistical. Wolves, leopards, hyenas kill far more. Also a very few tigers do the killing, and generally it was man's fault in the first place. A griffin comes out to the service, makes a bad shot in the dark, and the tiger is wounded; the rankling wound makes him ferocious and he kills any human that comes within his reach. If he recovers he may be incapacitated for killing game--who are either strong or swift--and, driven by hunger, he takes the easiest mark, man."
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