A silent madness. It flooded over him like a river. If any one had noticed, it would have appeared that Skag's eyes changed. Always he quite contained himself, but his lips stirred to speech even less after that. He didn't pretend to go to school the next day; in fact, the spell wasn't broken until nearly a week afterward1, when the keeper of the Monkey House pointed2 Skag out to a policeman, saying the boy had been on the grounds the full seven open hours for four straight days that he knew of.
Skag wasn't a liar3. He had never "skipped" school before, but the Zoo had him utterly4. He was powerless against himself. Some bigger force, represented by a truant5 officer, was necessary to keep him away from those cages. His father got down to business and gave him a beating—much against that good man's heart. (Skag's father was a Northern European who kept a fruit-store down on Waspen street—a mildly-flavoured man and rotund. His mother was a Mediterranean6 woman, who loved and clung.)
But Skag went back to the Zoo. For three days more he went, remained from opening to closing time. He seemed to fall into deep absorptions—before tigers and monkeys especially. He didn't hear what went on around him. He did not appear to miss his lunch. You had to touch his shoulder to get his attention. The truant officer did this. It all led dismally7 to the Reform School from which Skag ran away.
He was gone three weeks and wouldn't have come back then, except his heart hurt about his mother. He felt the truth—that she was slowly dying without him. After that for awhile he kept away from the animals, because his mother loved and clung and cried, when he grew silently cold with revolt against a life not at all for him, or hot with hatred8 against the Reform School. Those were ragged9 months in which a less rubbery spirit might have been maimed, but the mother died before that actually happened. Skag was free—free the same night.
The father's real relation to him had ended with the beating. It was too bad, for there might have been a decent memory to build on. The fruit-dealer, however, had been badly frightened by the truant-officer (in the uniform of a patrolman), and he was just civilised enough to be a little ashamed that his boy could so far forget the world and all refined and mild-flavoured things, as to stare through bars at animals for seven hours a day. In the process of that beating, hell had opened for Skag. It was associated with the raw smell of blood and a thin red steam, a little hotter than blood-heat. It always came when he remembered his father. . . . But his mother meant lilacs. The top drawer of her dresser had been faintly magic of her. The smell came when he remembered her. It was like the first rains in the Lake Country.
But that was all put back. Skag was out in the world now, making it exactly to suit himself. He was in charge of himself in many ways. A glass of water and a sandwich would do for a long time, if necessary. . . . The West pulled him. Awhile in the mountains, he lived with a prospector10; there was a period in the desert when he came to know lizards11; then there were years of the circus, when he was out with the Cloud Brothers, animal men of the commercial type. Ten queer, hard years for the boy—as hard almost as for the animals.
Back in Chicago the caged creatures had been kept better—as well as beasts belonging to the outdoors could be imprisoned12, but the Cloud Brothers didn't have fine senses like their charges. They tried to make wild animals live in a place ventilated for men. There was a bad death-percentage and none of the big cats were in show form, until the Clouds began to take Skag's word for the main thing wrong. It wasn't the hard life, nor the coops, nor the travel, but the steady day in and day out lack of fresh air. Skag knew what the animals suffered, because it all but murdered him on hot nights. Of course, there are tainted-flesh things like hyenas13 that live best on foul14 air, foul everything, but "white" animals of jungle and forest are high and cleanly beasts. When well and in their prime, even their coats are incapable15 of most kinds of dirt, because of a natural oily gloss16.
At nineteen, Skag was in charge of the packing, moving and feeding of all the big cats, including pumas17, panthers, leopards18. He was in and out of the cages possibly more than was necessary. He learned that there are two ways to manage a wild animal—the "rough-neck" way with a club, and the fancy way with your own equilibrium19; all of which comes in more to the point later.
He was interested at the time, but not really acquainted with the camels and elephants. He often chatted with Prussak, the Arab, who loathed20 camels to the shallow depths of his soul, but got as much out of them as most men could. Skag dreamed of a better way still, even with camels. Often on train-trips, at first, he talked with old Alec Binz, whose characteristic task was to chain and unchain the hind21 leg of the old "gunmetal" elephant, Phedra, who bossed her sire and the little Cloud herd22, as much with the flap of an ear as anything else. . . .
No, old Alec must not be forgotten, nor his sandalwood chest with its little rose-jar in the corner, making everything smell so strangely sweet that it hurt. A girl of India had given Alec the jar twenty years before. The spirit of a real rose-jar never dies; and something of the girl's spirit was around it, too, as Alec talked softly. All this was unreservedly good to Skag—thrilling as certain few books and the top drawer that had been his mother's. . . . But something way back of that, utterly his own deep heart-business, was connected with the rose-jar. It was breathless like opening a telegram—its first scent23 after days or weeks. If you find any meaning to the way Skag expressed it, you are welcome:
"It makes you think of things you don't know—"
"But you will," Alec had once answered.
The more you knew, the more you favoured that old man of the circus company,—little gold ring in his ear and such tales of India!
It was Alec who led Skag into the fancy way of dealing24 with animals, but of course the boy was peculiar25, inasmuch as he believed it all at once. Skag never ceased to think of it until it was his; he actually put it into practice. Alec might have told a dozen American trainers and have gotten no more than a yawp for his pains. This is one of the things Alec said:
"If you can get on top of the menagerie in your own insides, Skagee—the tigers and apes, the serpents and monkeys, in your own insides—you'll never get in bad with the Cloud Brothers wild animal show."
There wasn't a day or night for years that Skag didn't think of that saying. It was his secret theme. So far as he could see, it worked out. Of course, he found out many things for himself—one of which was that there is a smell about a man who is afraid, that the animals get it and become afraid, too. Alec agreed to this, but added that there is a smell about most men, when they are not afraid.
For hours they talked together about India—tiger hunts and the big Grass Jungle country in the Bund el Khand, until Skag couldn't wait any longer. He had to go to India. He told Alec, who wanted to go along, but couldn't leave old Phedra.
"I've been with her too long," he said. "She's delicate, Skagee. I'm young, but she couldn't stand it for me to go. Times are hard for her on the road, and the little herd needs her as she needs me. . . ."
Skag understood that. In fact, he loved it well. It belonged to his world—to be straight with the animals. Gradually as the distance increased between them, the memory of old Alec began to smell as sweet as the sandal-wood chest in Skag's nostrils26—the chest and the rose-jar that never could die and the old friend became one identity. . . .
India didn't excite Skag, who was twenty-five by this time. In fact, some aspects of India were more natural to him than his own country. Many people did a lot of walking and they lived while they walked, instead of pushing forward in a tension to get somewhere. Skag approved emphatically of the Now. The present moving point was the best he had at any given time. He thought a man should forget himself in the Now like the animals.
Besides they didn't regulate dress in India; in fact, they dressed in so many different ways that a man could wear what he pleased without being stared at. Skag hated to be stared at above all things. You are beginning to get a picture of him now—unobtrusive, silent, strong in understanding, swift, actually in pain as the point of many eyes, altogether interested in his own unheard-of things.
Alec told him how to reach the jungle of all jungles, ever old, ever new, ever innocent on the outside, ever deadly within—the Grass Jungle country around Hattah and Bigawar—the Bund el Khand. The Cloud Brothers had paid him well for his years; there was still script in his clothes for travel, but Skag had a queer relation to money, only using it when the law required. Not a tight-wad, far from that, though he preferred to work for a meal than pay for it; much preferred to walk or ride than to purchase other people's energy, having much of his own.
He came at last to a village called Butthighur, near Makrai, north of the Mahadeo Mountains in the Central Provinces. On the first day, on the main road near the rest-house, there passed him on the street, a slim, slightly-stooped and spectacled young white man. The face under the huge cork28 helmet, Skag looked at twice, not knowing why altogether; then he followed leisurely29 to a bungalow30, walked up the path to the steps and knocked. The stranger himself answered, before the servant could come. He looked Skag over, through spectacles that made his eyes appear insane, at times, and sometimes merely absurd. Finally he questioned with soft cheer:
"And what sort of a highbinder are you?"
Skag answered that he was an American, acquainted with wild animals in captivity31, and that he had come to this place to know wild animals in the open.
"But why to me?" the white man asked.
"It seemed well. I have looked into many faces without asking anyone. There is no chance of working for the native people here. They are too many, and too poor."
"You do not talk like an American—"
"I do not like to talk."
The white man was puzzled by Skag's careful and exact statements and remarked presently:
"An American asking for work would say that he knew about everything, instead of just animals in captivity."
"I have not asked for work before. I can do without it. I like it here near the forests."
"You mean the jungles—"
"I thought jungles were wet."
"In the wet season."
"Thank you—"
The slim one suddenly laughed aloud though not off-key:
"But I haven't any wild animals in captivity for you—"
Skag did not mind the mirth. He appreciated the smell of the house.
It was like a hot earthen tea-pot that had been well-used.
"I will come again?" he asked tentatively.
"Just do that—at the rest-house. I drop in there after dinner—about nine."
That afternoon Skag went into the edge of the jungle. It was a breath of promised land to him. He was almost frightened with the joy of it—the deep leaf-etched shadows, the separate, almost reverent32 bird-notes; all spaciousness33 and age and dignity; leaves strange, dry paths, scents34 new to his nostrils, but having to do with joys and fears and restlessness his brain didn't know. Skag was glad deep. He took off his boots and then strode in deeper and deeper past the maze35 of paths. He stayed there until the yellow light was out of the sky. At the clearing again, he laughed—looked down at the turf and laughed. He had come out to the paths again at the exact point of his entry. This was his first deep breath of the jungle—something his soul had been waiting for.
At dinner in the village, Skag inquired about the white man. The native was serving him a curry36 with drift-white rice on plantain leaves. After that there was a sweetmeat made of curds37 of cream and honey, with the flavour and perfume of some altogether delectable38 flower. In good time the native replied that the white man's name was Cadman: that he was an American traveller and writer and artist, said to be almost illustrious; that he had been out recently with a party of English sportsmen, but found tiger-hunting dull after his many wars and adventures. Also, it was said, that Cadman Sahib had the coldest-blooded courage a man ever took into the jungle, almost like a bhakti yogin who had altogether conquered fear. Skag bowed in satisfaction. Had he not looked twice at the face under the helmet—and followed without words?
"How far do they go into the jungle for tigers?" he asked.
"An hour's journey, or a day, as it happens. Tigers are everywhere in season."
"Within an hour's walk?" Skag asked quietly. The other repeated his words in a voice that made Skag think of a grey old man, instead of the fat brown one before him.
"Within an hour's walk? Ha, Ji! They come to the edge of the village and slay39 the goats for food—and the sound cattle—and the children!"
Skag laughed inwardly, thinking how good it had been in the deep places. However, it was now plain that these native folk were afraid of tigers—afraid as of a sickness. He walked out into the street. Though dark, it was still hot, and the breeze brought the dry green of the jungle to him and life was altogether quite right.
That night he met Cadman Sahib. They talked until dawn. Skag was helpless before the other who made him tell all he knew, and much that had been nicely forgotten. Sometimes in the midst of one story, the great traveller would snap over a question about one Skag had already told. Then before he was answered fully40, he would say briefly41:
"That's all right—go on!"
". . . Behold42 a phenomenon!" he said at last. "Here is one not a liar, and smells have meanings for him, and he has come, beyond peradventure, to travel with me to the Monkey Forest and the Coldwater Ruins!"
It had been an altogether wonderful night for Skag. Talking made him very tired, as if part of him had gone forth43; as if, having spoken, he would be called upon to make good in deeds. But he had not done all the talking and Cadman Sahib was no less before his eyes in the morning light—which is much to say for any man.
These two white men set out alone, facing one of the most dangerous of all known jungles. The few natives who understood, bade them good-bye for this earth.
Many stories about Cadman had come to Skag in the three or four days of preparation—altogether astonishing adventures of his quest for death, but there was no record of Cadman's choosing a friend, as he had done for this expedition. Skag never ceased to marvel45 at the sudden softenings, so singularly attractive, in Cadman's look when he really began to talk. Sometimes it was like a sudden drop into summer after protracted46 frost, and the lines of the thin weathered face revealed the whole secret of yearning47, something altogether chaste48. And that was only the beginning. It was all unexpected; that was the charm of the whole relation. Skag found that Cadman had a real love for India; that he saw things from a nature full of delicate inner surfaces; that his whole difficulty was an inability to express himself unless he found just the receiving-end to suit. Indian affairs, town and field, an infinite variety, Cadman discussed penetratingly, but as one who looked on from the outside.
"She is like my old Zoo book to me," he said, speaking of India their first night out. "A bit of a lad, I used to sit in my room with the great book opened out on a marble table that was cold the year round. There were many pictures. Many, many pictures of all beasts—wood-cuts and copies of paintings and ink-sketchings—ante-camera days, you know. All those pictures are still here—"
Cadman blew a thin diffusion49 of smoke from his lungs, and touched the third button down from the throat of his grey-green shirt.
"One above all," he added. "It was the frontispiece. All the story of creation on one page. Man, beautiful Man in the centre, all the tree-animals on branches around him, the deeps drained off at his feet, many monsters visible or intimated, the air alive with wings—finches up to condors50. That picture sank deep, Skag, so deep that in absent-minded moments I half expected to find India like that—"
There were no better hours of life, than these when Cadman Sahib let himself speak.
"I haven't found the animals and birds and monsters all packed on one page," he added, "but highlights here and there in India, so that I always come back. I have often caught myself asking what the pull is about, you know, as I catch myself taking ship for Bombay again. Oh, I say, my son, and you never got over to the lotus lakes?"
"Not yet," Skag said softly.
"There's a night wind there and a tree—I could find it again. I've lain on peacock feathers on a margin51 there—unwilling to sleep lest I miss the perfume from over the pools. . . . And the roses of Kashmir, where men of one family must serve forty generations before they get the secrets; where they press out a ton of petals52 for a pound of essential oil! And that's where the big mountains stand by—High Himalaya herself—incredible colours and vistas—get it for yourself, son."
It was always the elusive53 thing that Cadman didn't say, that left Skag's mind free to build his own pictures. Meanwhile Cadman as a companion was showing up flawlessly day by day.
At the end of a long march, after many days out, they smelled the night cooking-fires from a village. A moment later they passed tiger tracks, and the print of native feet.
The twilight54 was thick between them as they hastened on. Cadman Sahib stepped back suddenly, lifting his hand to grasp the other, but not quite soon enough. That instant Skag was flicked55 out of sight, taken into the folds of mother-earth and covered—the bleat56 of a kid presently identifying the whole mystery.
Skag fell about twelve feet into the black earth coolness. He was unhurt, and knew roughly what had happened before he landed. His rush of thoughts: shame for his own carelessness, gladness that Cadman Sahib was safe above, the meaning of the kid's cry and the tracks they had seen; this rush was broken by another deluge57 of earth that all but drowned the laugh of Cadman. Skag had jerked back against the wall of earth to avoid being struck by the body of his companion who coughed and laughed again faintly, for his wind was very low.
"You couldn't ask more of a friend than that, son. I couldn't get you up to me, so I came down with you—"
Of course, it was an accident. Cadman presently explained that he had set down his dunnage and crept close on his knees to look into the pit when the dry earth caved. Doubtless it was intended to do so, since this was a native tiger-trap baited with live meat. But Cadman had not considered fully in time. . . . Dust of the dry brown earth settled upon them now; the grey twilight darkened swiftly. The chamber58 was about nine by fifteen feet, hollowed wider at the bottom than the top, and covered with a thin frame of bamboo poles, upon which was spread a layer of leaves and sod. The kid had been tethered to escape the stroke if possible.
"It's all night for us," Cadman remarked. "They won't look at the trap until morning. My packs are above—rifle and blanket—"
Cadman's thin hand came out gropingly.
"The cigarettes are in the tea-pot," he said in a voice dulled with pain.
"I have the pistol," Skag added dreamily. Something of the situation had touched him with joy. If he spoke44 at such times, it was very dryly.
"Doubtless you have our bathing-suits," Cadman suggested.
"And my cigarette-case has—" Skag felt in the dark, "has one—two—three—"
"Go on," the other said tensely.
"Three," said Skag.
"Let's smoke 'em now. They're calling me already."
Skag passed him the case, saying; "I'm not ready. I do not care just now."
"I don't always quite get you, son," he said. "But it's all right when
I do—"
Skag mused61 over this. He was hungry and he put the thought away. He was athirst and he put that thought away also. The wants came back, but he dealt with them more firmly. The two men talked of appetites in general, and Skag explained that he handled his, just as he had handled the wild animals in the circus, being straight with them and gaining their friendliness62.
"Don't fight them," he said. "Get them on your side and they will pull for you in a pinch."
"You talk like a Hindu holy man—"
"Do they talk like that?" Skag asked quickly. . . . "It was my old friend with the circus—who taught me these things. He taught me to make friends with my own wild animals. It is true that he was many years in India. . . ."
"He was the one that had the ring in his left ear?"
"Right ear."
The other laughed. "It's such a novelty to find you are not a liar—with all you know and have been through. I'll stop that nasty business of testing you. Hear me, from now on, I'm done!"
Hours passed; it was after midnight. The waning63 moon was rising. They could tell the light through the trees. Cadman had smoked again, but Skag still expressed an unwillingness64.
"It doesn't want to, now," he said.
"Oh, it doesn't—"
"I have persuaded it to think of other things. It is working for me."
Cadman swore softly, genially65. "I never forget anything, son," he whispered. "Never anything like that."
"Old Alec said I should never let a day pass without doing something I didn't want to—or without something I wanted. He said it was better than developing muscle."
"Some brand of calisthenics—that. And he was the old one with the rose-jar?"
Skag's hand lifted toward the other and Cadman's met his.
There was a wet, meaty growl66, indescribably low-pitched—but no chance even to shout—only to huddle67 back together to the farthest corner. The beast had stalked faultlessly and pounced68, landing upon the thin cross pieces of bamboo, but short of the bait. Down the twelve feet he came with a tearing hiss69 of fright and rage. Something like a muffled70 crash of pottery71, it was, mixed with dull choking explosions. The air of the pit seemed charged with furious power that whipped the leaves to shreds72.
"The pistol, Skag—"
They were free, so far, from the rending73 claws. The younger man's brain was full of light. Cadman Sahib's voice had never been more calm.
Skag drew a match, not the gun. He scratched the match and held it high in front. They saw the great cowering74 creature like a fallen pony75 in size—but untellably more vivid in line—the chest not more than seven feet from them, the head held far back, the near front paw lifted against them as if to parry a blow.
Skag changed the match from his right hand to his left. When the flame burned low, he tossed it on the ground, half way between them and the tiger. There was a forward movement of the beast's spine—a little lower and forward. The lifted paw curved in, but did not touch the ground. The last light of the match, as it turned red, seemed bright in the beast's bared mouth. In it all there was the dramatic reality of a dream that questions not.
"He's badly frightened," Skag said.
No sound from Cadman Sahib.
"It's too big for him," Skag went on calmly. "He thinks we put over the whole thing on him. It's too big for him to tackle. Wonder if he's got a mate?"
One big green eye burned now in the pit—steady as a beacon76 and turned to them, enfolding them. Cadman Sahib cleared his throat.
"All right to talk?" he asked huskily.
"Sure. It will help—"
He cleared his throat again and inquired in an enticing77 tone: "You actually don't mean to use the pistol?"
"I'm not a crack-shot," Skag said queerly.
"You might pass it to me. I'm supposed to be—"
"It is bad light."
"And then again, you might not," Cadman laughed softly. "I've got you, son—"
Cadman hiccoughed. "The eye moved," he explained. "There—it did it again. I got a feeling as if an elevator dropped a flight. What were you saying?"
"That I am here to take orders."
"I'm taking orders to-night, son. I wouldn't risk your good opinion by shooting your guest—"
"He is perfect—not more than four or five years—got his full range, but not his weight."
"Go on—it's like a bench-show—"
"We called them Bengalis—but that is just the trade-name—"
"You intimated he might have a lady-friend—do they hunt in couples?"
The boy didn't answer that. "You've never been in a tiger's cage?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm telling you not, so you'll excuse my apprehensions80 about our lodging—in case Herself appears. The fact is, there isn't room—"
"She won't come near, if we keep up the voices—"
"It becomes instantly a bore to talk," Cadman answered.
Sometime passed before they spoke again. The tiger didn't seem to settle any; from time to time, they heard the tense concussion81, the hissing82 escape of his snarl83. The kid had either escaped or strangled to death.
"Will he stand for it until morning?" Cadman asked abruptly.
"He may move a little to rest his legs."
"And won't he try for the top?"
"I think not. He has already measured that. He sees in the dark. He knows there's no good in making a jump."
"Nothing to jump at—with us here?"
"We have put it over on him. You have helped greatly."
"How's all that?"
"You don't smell afraid—"
"Ah, thanks."
Long afterward Cadman's hand came over to Skag's brow and touched it lightly.
"I was just wondering, son, if you sweat hot or cold."
There was a pause, before he added:
"You see, I want to get you, young man. You really like this sort of night?"
"It is India," said Skag.
Every little while through the dragging hours, Cadman would laugh softly; and if there had been silence for long, the warning snarl would come back. The breath of it shook the air and the thresh of the tail kept the dust astir in the pit.
"There is only one more thing I can think of," Cadman said at last.
The waning moon was now in meridian84 and blent with daylight. The beast was still crouched85 against the wall.
"Yes?" said Skag.
"That you should walk over and stroke his head."
"Oh, no, he is cornered. He would fight."
"There's really a kind of law about all this—?"
"Very much a law."
It was soon after that they heard the voices of natives and a face, looking grey in the dawn, peered down. Cadman spoke in a language the native understood:
"Look in the tea-pot and toss down my cigarettes—"
At this instant the tiger protested a second time. The native vanished with the squeak87 of a fat puppy that falls off a chair on its back. For moments afterward, they heard him calling and telling others the tale of all his born days. Three quarters of an hour elapsed before the long pole, thick as a man's arm, was carefully lowered. Skag guided the butt27 to the base of the pit, and fixed88 it there as far as possible from the tiger. This was delicate. His every movement was maddeningly deliberate, the danger, of course, being to put the tiger into a fighting panic.
"Now you climb," Skag said.
"No—"
"It is better so. I am old at these things. He will not leap at you while I am here—"
"You mean he might leap, as you start to shin up the pole—alone?"
"No, that will be the second time. It will not infuriate him—the second one to climb."
"I'll gamble with you—who goes first."
"You said that you were taking orders," Skag said coldly.
"We do not need more words."
Cadman Sahib had reached safety. The natives were around him, feeling his arms and limbs, stuttering questions. He bade them be silent, caught up his rifle and covered the tiger, while Skag made the tilted90 pole, beckoning91 the rifle back.
"It's been a hard night for him," he said.
The two men stood together in the morning light. Cadman's face was deeply shaded by the big helmet again, but his eyes bored into the young one's as he offered his cigarette-case. Skag took one, lit it carelessly. Cadman was watching his hands.
"You've got it, son," he said.
"Got what?"
Skag was looking toward the tiger trap.
"Ah, I see," said Cadman Sahib.
"The circus is a hard life," Skag said.
That was a kind of a feast day. . . . At noon the natives had the tiger up in sunlight, caged in bamboo. Skag presently came into a startling kind of joy to hear his friend make an offer to buy the beast. Negotiations93 moved slowly, but the thing was done. That afternoon the journey toward Coldwater Ruins was continued with eight carriers, the tiger swung between them. Skag was mystified. What could Cadman mean? What could he do with a tiger at the Ruins or in the Monkey Forest? The natives apparently94 had not been told the destination, but they must know soon. It was all strange. Skag liked it better alone with his friend. Halt was called that afternoon, the sun still in the sky. The two white men walked apart.
"You get the drift, my son?"
Skag shook his head.
"Of course, the natives won't like it; they won't understand. But we're sure he isn't a man-eater—"
Skag's chest heaved.
"I never knew a more decent tiger—" Cadman went on. "Besides, he's a friend of yours, and not too expensive—"
"You bought him to—"
"I bought him for you, son—a tribute to the nerviest white man I ever stepped with—"
That evening a great whine95 went up from the bearers. It appears that while some were cutting wood, others preparing supper and others gathering96 dry grass for beds, the younger white man, who had made magic with the tiger in the pit, suddenly failed in his powers. The natives were sure it was not their fault that the cover had not been securely fastened. The bearers repeated they were all at work and could find no fault with themselves. They were used to dealing with white men who did not permit bungling97. Their wailing98 was very loud. . . . To lose such a tiger was worth more than many natives, some white men would say. . . . But Cadman Sahib was rich. He fumed99 but little; being of all white men most miraculously100 compassionate101. . . . Also it was true the beast, though full grown, was not a man-eater. . . .
"And to-morrow we shall go on alone—it is much pleasanter," said Skag, after all was still and they lay down together.
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