"You have returned," he answered, but without moving. "Where
from?"
"Riolama."
He shook his head, then asked where it was.
"Twenty days towards the
setting sun," I said. As he remained
silent I added: "I heard that I could find gold in the mountains
there. An old man told me, and we went to look for gold."
"What did you find?"
"Nothing."
"Ah!"
And so our conversation appeared to be at an end. But after a
few moments my
intense desire to discover whether the savages
knew aught of Rima or not made me
hazard a question.
"Do you live here in the forest now?" I asked.
He shook his head, and after a while said: "We come to kill
animals."
"You are like me now," I returned quickly; "you fear nothing."
He looked distrustfully at me, then came a little nearer and
said: "You are very brave. I should not have gone twenty days'
journey with no
weapons and only an old man for
companion. What
weapons did you have?"
I saw that he feared me and wished to make sure that I had it not
in my power to do him some
injury. "No
weapon except my knife,"
I replied, with assumed
carelessness. With that I raised my
cloak so as to let him see for himself, turning my body round
before him. "Have you found my pistol?" I added.
He shook his head; but he appeared less
suspicious now and came
close up to me. "How do you get food? Where are you going?" he
asked.
I answered
boldly: "Food! I am nearly starving. I am going to
the village to see if the women have got any meat in the pot, and
to tell Runi all I have done since I left him."
He looked at me
keenly, a little surprised at my confidence
perhaps, then said that he was also going back and would
accompany me One of the other men now
advanced, blow-pipe in
hand, to join us, and, leaving the wood, we started to walk
across the savannah.
It was
hateful to have to recross that savannah again, to leave
the
woodland shadows where I had hoped to find Rima; but I was
powerless: I was a prisoner once more, the lost
captive recovered
and not yet pardoned, probably never to be pardoned. Only by
means of my own
cunning could I be saved, and Nuflo, poor old
man, must take his chance.
Again and again as we tramped over the
barren ground, and when we
climbed the ridge, I was compelled to stand still to recover
breath, explaining to Piake that I had been travelling day and
night, with no meat during the last three days, so that I was
exhausted. This was an
exaggeration, but it was necessary to
account in some way for the faintness I
experienced during our
walk, caused less by
fatigue and want of food than by
anguish of
mind.
At
intervals I talked to him, asking after all the other members
of the
community by name. At last, thinking only of Rima, I
asked him if any other person or persons besides his people came
to the wood now or lived there.
He said no. "Once," I said, "there was a daughter of the Didi, a
girl you all feared: is she there now?"
He looked at me with
suspicion and then shook his head. I dared
not press him with more questions; but after an
interval he said
plainly: "She is not there now."
And I was forced to believe him; for had Rima been in the wood
they would not have been there. She was not there, this much I
had discovered. Had she, then, lost her way, or perished on that
long journey from Riolama? Or had she returned only to fall into
the hands of her cruel enemies? My heart was heavy in me; but if
these devils in human shape knew more than they had told me, I
must, I said, hide my
anxiety and wait
patiently to find it out,
should they spare my life. And if they spared me and had not
spared that other
sacred life interwoven with mine, the time