Dave, who had got into the habit of taking his cue from his superior officer, was ready to bolt, but Tom made no sign. After a visible effort to control his emotion, he began to gaze abstractedly round at the fig-trees.
Petit crept up to them.
“Hist!” he exclaimed, with a significant glance at the boat, which was making towards the point of the island.
“We just came acrost for a billy of water,” explained Tom, sotto voce, “we was goin’ to have the tea biled again you woke up.”
He was trying to catch Dave’s eye.
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Petit had crouched3 down beside them; his knife between his teeth.
“Make ze leetle noise,” he hissed4; “make ze evair so leetle an’ I will keel you both.”
“I ain’t goin’ to make no nise,” said Tom, emphatically.
“Neither am I,” pleaded Dave, in an earnest voice. “We never seen the boat till just when you came along.”
This attempt to allay5 Petit’s suspicions may have been successful or otherwise. The Frenchman made no sign.
Dave fully6 expected that his throat was to be cut at last.
He dared not look at the boat, but watched the face of the escapee as a condemned7 criminal might watch the face of his executioner.
The boat was within twenty yards of the shore, and not more than a hundred from where they lay in the scrub.
It happened that the day being a public holiday, Dan Creyton and George Chard had decided8 to go out shooting. On all the large islands in the river Moreton Bay figs9 grew profusely10, and the pigeons and flying foxes came down from the hills to feed on the ripe fruit.
They had determined11 to try this particular island before breakfast. Hence all that followed.
The boat was certainly going to land. Petit, watching[166] with lynx eyes, scowled13 angrily. Conflicting emotions of hope and fear surged in Tom Pagdin’s breast.
The rowers turned the corner of the point, and were hidden from view, but they could hear the noise of the oars14 being drawn15 in; hear the voices of two strangers in conversation; hear them taking the gear out of the boat, and making her fast.
Again and again Tom tried to catch Dave’s eye.
At last he succeeded.
Dave saw that his mate meant to run.
It was only a lightning glance, but it said plainly enough, “chance it.”
Dave trembled all over.
He withdrew his eyes guiltily; they had only wandered for a second—and looked again in Petit’s face. He seemed fascinated, as a victim might be in watching the axe16 of a headsman waiting for its descent—were he permitted to see the axe. Petit was actually meditating17 killing18 the two boys, but he was also calculating the after chance. As far as the act was concerned he had no qualms19 once he made up his mind that it would be better for him to have them out of the way. The youth and presumed innocence20 of Tom and Dave would not deter12 a person of his gentle nature for a moment. He would have no more compunction about the matter than he would about the matter of drowning a couple of blind kittens. Had he the slightest inkling of the knowledge possessed21 by his hostages regarding the murder of his accomplice22 on the night of the bank robbery the career of the pirates would have ended abruptly23 the previous day.
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But Petit was a true criminal—he only killed when he thought it necessary. It is the act of a lunatic, he had often explained to his fellows, to do otherwise. Why make evidence against oneself without reason. The career of the true professional was a game in which he played his life and liberty against Society and the Law. He could not, therefore, afford to throw away a chance. But if any of his crimes had been discovered—if these strangers in the boat were come to arrest him—of course there would no longer be any need for caution.
He questioned Tom with a threat.
“Zese men in ze boad,” he growled25 in a low guttural, “know you, eh? Spik me visout untruth,” he added, “else——”
The knife in his hand was sufficient termination for the sentence.
Tom understood.
“Yes,” said the latter, looking right into Petit’s eyes. “I know ’em both. One’s name’s Joe Saunders, an’ the other cove24’s Dan Creed26. They’re duck shooters.”
“Vat?” exclaimed Petit.
“Shooters,” interposed Dave, with a quivering lip and an exaggerated expression of veracity27. “They go shooting ducks in the swamps for the market, and pigeons.”
“Yes,” observed Tom, “they come up the river a piece. That cove in the nose of the boat, he’s got a bit of a farm up there.”
He was looking at Dave.
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Dave took up the story.
“Yes,” he went on; “that’s Dan Saunders.”
“Joe Saunders,” interrupted Tom.
“Joe Saunders, I mean,” replied Dave, correcting himself quickly; “an’ the other cove’s Dan MacCreedy.”
“Dan Creed,” said Tom.
It would have delighted him very much to punch Dave’s head.
“That’s what I said—Dan Creed,” resumed Dave. “We know ’em both.”
Petit silenced them by a motion.
The sportsmen were trooping along the track, gun in hand, with their eyes in the air looking up at the fig-trees, watching for pigeons.
It had been Dan Creyton’s idea, that expedition. He wanted to get George out in the open air, away from his troubles, to occupy his mind in some sport. There is no medicine like this for the mind and nerves, and already George was forgetting the black cloud which had recently lowered upon him. The primal28 instinct of the hunter can always be reverted29 to by a sane30 man, whom civilization has in one way or another made sick. An hour’s fishing, by some shady pool, under the open sky is worth more than a bottle of drugs.
They strode along in the cool morning air, making little noise on the jungle path, carpeted with leaves. Closer and closer they came to that group of three in the scrub.
Tom and Dave could hear their hearts beating in their heads. Petit lay upon the ground, flattened31 out like a panther, his knife ready to his hand. He had[169] put Tom on one side and Dave on the other, within reach of his arm, giving them to understand plainly enough that at the first attempt to communicate with the strangers he would choke the life out of them.
The boys knew well enough they would have little chance in the strong clutch of those vice-like fingers, because Petit had given their necks a sample squeeze with his huge forefinger32 and thumb.
So they lay still, fearing, hoping, despairing—both more or less hysterical33, both experiencing great difficulty in restraining something which kept rising up in their throats—something choking and unpleasant which would otherwise have developed into a sob34.
Dan Creyton and George passed them within a distance of ten yards, and they dared not cry out or give the slightest sign of warning. Tom said afterwards that he never felt like he did then except once, and that was when he crawled down a hollow log after a bandicoot and got stuck. It was just the same smothering35, suffocating36 feeling.
The shooters went by and entered a clump37 of figs. They sat there a long time waiting for pigeons. The trio laying concealed38 in the bushes could hear the murmur39 of their voices occasionally. They talked in very low tones, because it is good not to make any noise when one is out hunting; but as they were not many yards little bits of conversation drifted down to Tom, whose ears were strained to catch it.
Presently they shifted their position to the butt40 of a big fig-tree not more than ten yards outside the scrub[170] in which the others were concealed. Tom almost cried out when Dan Creyton said suddenly:
“Do you know, George, I’ve got an idea that there were at least two men in that business.”
“I don’t know,” replied George. “God knows I have thought the thing over and over night and day, and it is still the greatest mystery on earth to me. What makes you think that, Dan?”
“I’ll tell you later,” said Dan, “when I work my theory out. I’m not going to let the matter rest, even if the police give it up. This murder case has put everything else out of their heads. It is my opinion that the murder and the robbery were carried out by the same man!”
Tom Pagdin started, and stole a glance at Jean Petit.
The look he saw on Petit’s face made his hair stand on end.
Dave was evidently engaged in trying to swallow something without making a noise. What Dave was trying to swallow is not quite certain, but it was probably a yell.
“I don’t know,” said George Chard, thoughtfully. “I cannot see anything at present to connect the two crimes.”
“Neither can the police,” resumed Dan. “But that is simply because the police, like everybody else along the river, have got a wrong theory about the robbery.”
He did not say that the theory was that either George or the manager, or both of them together, had removed the money.
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“I believe,” resumed Dan, “that that body was the body of an accomplice. He was put out of the way, either because he knew too much, or because the other man wanted all the plunder41 for himself, and, what’s more, I’m convinced that whoever did it was a stranger.”
“It is a pity that religious crank could not properly identify the murdered man,” exclaimed George. “What is that jumping in the bushes?”
“A paddymelon,” said Dan; “these scrubs are full of them.”
It was Jean Petit. He had involuntarily half-jumped to his feet.
Tom and Dave thought the critical moment had come. But the convict sank softly to the ground again. His face was working horribly. Tom Pagdin said he looked more like a devil let loose out of hell than anything, and a boss devil, at that.
“Well,” said George Chard, with a sigh, “I wish you could clear it up, Dan, for my sake, if for nothing else. You’d be welcome to the ￡250 reward offered by the bank as well as the ￡500 the Government are giving!”
“I am trying my hand at a little amateur detective work,” said Dan, quietly; “but it is not the money I’m after.”
“And you wouldn’t have to apply for the pardon, either,” said George, smiling.
“No,” replied Dan; “the bitterest old woman in Wharfdale would hardly accuse me of being an accomplice[172] to a brutal42 murder. So the pardon would have to go to someone else who wanted it!”
Tom Pagdin started in turn, but checked himself. He dreaded43 Petit’s eyes.
But Petit, like a listening wolf who has caught the bay of pursuing hounds on his trail, thought of other things. His mind was so crowded with serious reflections that he did not notice the discrepancies44 between the boys’ account of the strangers and the latter’s conversation about themselves and their business.
Presently Dan and George shouldered their guns and continued their walk along the track which led directly to the convict’s camp.
Petit stirred uneasily, and sat up. His face betrayed conflicting emotions of fear, anger, and hate.
He was evidently looking for a way of speedy escape without attracting the notice of the strangers.
Suddenly he caught both boys and shook them.
“Come wis me!” he growled. “Make no noise!”
He made towards the boat in which the young men had rowed over.
He had made up his mind that there lay his best chance of getting away.
It would be some time before the young men returned from the other end of the island.
When they came back the boat would be gone.
They would probably discover the camp. Their suspicions might be aroused. One of them at least had a theory about the murder. The incident might be connected with the crime, and lead to a sure clue. The loss of their boat would, however, delay them.[173] Perhaps they would not discover the boat in which the boys had landed—his, Petit’s boat—which he had hidden very carefully.
Petit so argued, and arriving at his conclusion, acted without delay.
He strode along the jungle path, driving the boys noiselessly before him like a couple of sheep.
They were within ten yards of the point when the convict, putting his hand to his waist, uttered an imprecation.
The money which he had been carrying about with him in a canvas belt was gone.
He had left it at the camp whither the two strangers had directly gone.
With fearful oaths and threats he bade Dave and Tom stay where they were until he returned, and wheeling about, he went back quickly along the track.
Tom waited until the jungle hid him from view, and then he grabbed Dave by the hand.
“Quick!”
They sprang to the boat together.
“Off with the painter!” he gasped45, and stopped.
Standing46 against the seat aft was Dan Creyton’s Winchester rifle, and beside it was a box of cartridges47!
At heart Tom Pagdin was not a coward.
Real cowardice48 is a thing few Australian bush lads have any use for.
Tom had been out kangaroo shooting, and he knew the mechanism49 of a Winchester.
In less time that it takes to write, the pirate had the[174] rifle out of the boat, twelve cartridges in the magazine, and the balance of the box loose in his pocket.
His hand shook with excitement but there was a fire in his eye that boded50 no good for Jean Petit.
“Let him come now!” sobbed51 Tom, pulling the hammer back to full cock. “Let the d——hound come!!”
“What are you goin’ to do?” asked Dave from behind.
Tom laid down behind the drifted log, and sighted the Winchester along the track.
“Keep down be’ind me,” he said excitedly, “and lay close!”
“Suppose you kill ’im, we might get ’ung,” ventured Dave.
“I don’t care.” replied Tom. “I’ll ’ang for ’im, the blood-thirsty hound. ’E’d a’ killed us afore ’e left the island most likely.”
“Are you goin’ to call on him to surrender first?”
“Not a call! ’E’s an outlaw52. They can’t touch you for shootin’ outlaws53.”
“Suppose you miss ’im.” whimpered Dave.
“I ain’t goin’ to miss ’im,” replied Tom, grimly.
“If you do he’ll kill us both.”
“’E won’t never get the chance!” said Tom. “I got her lined jest in front of that myrtle, in the clear. ’E’s got to come by there. It ain’t more’n sixty yards at the outside. If I don’t drop ’im first shot, there’s eleven more, an’ I got a pocketful o’ cartridges, an’ we’re between ’im an’ the boat.”
Tom shut his left eye and sighted. His forefinger[175] was crooked54 over the trigger. The barrel of his rifle rested steadily55 on the log.
Jean Petit broke into view, running. The canvas belt was in his hand.
“They’ve seen him,” whispered Dave. “Maybe they’re following him.”
Tom made no reply. He held his breath, as a kangaroo shooter does just before he squeezes the trigger gently to him.
Petit rounded the myrtle tree.
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