The Sirdar's Oath Part 5

The effect of his mere name upon his prisoner answered the robber chief's own question, nor had the latter any reason to feel disappointed over the method of its reception. The wretched trader's countenance became ghastly, and his mouth fell open, while the perspiration oozed from him at every pore. He would about as soon have fallen into the power of the Enemy of mankind.

"Mercy, Sirdar Sahib. Take what I have and suffer me to depart," was all he could articulate, s...o...b..ringly.

Murad Afzul laughed, and a harsh evil laugh it was. He was a fine-looking man, tall and with good features, which would have been pleasing, but for the quick, predatory look, and the savage scowl which would cloud them upon very slight provocation.

"Tell me, fat dog," he said. "Canst thou name one of thy sort who fell into my hands and came forth again?"

The trader fairly howled with terror, for this was just where his position came home to him. If there was one thing for which this Murad Afzul and his band were known and dreaded, it was for their absolute mercilessness. Mere death was the greatest mercy their victims could expect. True, there were some who had come forth alive, but so hideously maimed and shattered that they had better have been dead, and with awful tales to tell of torture and horror either witnessed or undergone. Indeed, such a scourge had these freebooters become, that strong pressure was brought to bear upon the chief of the Gularzai, and in the result these outrages had ceased, in recognition of which prompt compliance Mahomed Mus.h.i.+m Khan had been invested by the Indian Government with the t.i.tle of Nawab--somewhat to the contempt of these fierce mountaineers, as we heard them express it.

With all of this was the unfortunate Hindu so well acquainted that he would never have dreamed of trusting his person or possessions in these mountain solitudes, but that he, like others, was under the impression that Murad Afzul had taken himself and his depredations clean away to the territory of some other potentate, and the possibility of that redoubted outlaw taking advantage of the advent of a new Political Agent to break out afresh had escaped him altogether.

Now, under the direction of their chief, the freebooters were rifling the packs--and at first found not much in them, for they were for the most part stuffed out with dummy matter, to convey the idea that their owner had done so bad a trade as not to be worth plundering. But everything that could possibly conceal a coin was promptly laid open by the expeditious process of a blow with a stone hammer or the slash of a tulwar, and soon a goodly pile of rupees lay heaped up ready for division. Murad Afzul grinned with delight.

"G.o.d is good," he said, rubbing his hands. "The spoils of the infidel hath he delivered to the true believer. Yet, O fat pig, it is not enough. Ha! not enough."

"Not enough? But it is my all, Sirdar Sahib; yea, my all," groaned the trader.

"Wah-wah! but I am poor, and have not the wherewith to start life afresh."

"It is not enough," repeated the other, the glitter of his eyes and the fell meaning of his tone becoming terrible in its significance. "Ten thousand rupees must be added to it."

"Ten thousand! How can I find such a sum, Sirdar Sahib, I who am but a poor man? I have not a tenth of it."

"Now art thou blowing up the fire which shall consume thine own limbs, yet slowly, thou foul dog. Wait. Thou shalt taste how it feels."

At a signal the prisoner was seized and bound. The while, others were heating an old gun-barrel in a fire which had been kindled when they first halted. Then they brought it towards him. At the sight the miserable wretch uttered a loud scream of terror and despair.

"Squeal louder, pig," jeered Murad Afzul. "There is none to hear thee save these rocks, and they are accustomed to such sounds. Ha! ha!"

The miserable man struggled frantically, promising to pay anything if they would refrain from torturing him. But the l.u.s.t of cruelty, now awakened in those ferocious natures, would not be allayed, and the hot iron was laid hissing to the thigh of their victim, whose frenzied and agonising yells rang in deafening and fiend-like echoes from the surrounding rocks, grim and pitiless as though rejoicing in the act of savagery upon which they glared down. Then Murad Afzul, too experienced in such matters to prolong the agony unduly, made a sign that it should cease.

"How likest thou that, pig?" he said. "Did not thy fat frizzle? I have a mind to send a slice of it to the swine-eating Feringhi at Mazaran.

Did it hurt, the kiss of the hot iron? Yet that was but the beginning.

How would it feel lasting the whole day. Think, for thou wilt now have a little time."

It was the hour of prayer, and now the whole band, with their shoes off, and their chuddas spread on the ground, facing in the direction of Mecca, were going through the prescribed prostrations and formulae of the Moslem ritual. Ibrahim the _mullah_, a little in front of the rest: led the devotions, intoning each strophe in a nasal, droning key, the others ranged behind him in rows, now kneeling, now rising, responded somewhat after the manner of the recital of a litany, but perhaps, to an outside observer, the absolute and wholehearted devoutness of their demeanour would have const.i.tuted the strangest part of it. Not a shadow of compunction had they for the hideous act of barbarity in which they had a moment ago indulged, and which they would almost certainly repeat.

Why should they, indeed? What was the agony of an infidel dog more or less to them or to Heaven? Why, the very cries of such must be as music in the ears of the latter. So they continued laying this brick in the edifice of their salvation; and, having concluded, resumed their shoes and turned their attention once more to their victim.

The latter, the while, had been thinking if haply some hope of rescue might not occur to him. The Sahib had known of his presence, for he himself had given him permission to travel under his protection. Would he not miss him, and, as a consequence, order a body of men to ride back to his rescue? These would a.s.suredly come upon the scene of his capture and follow upon his tracks. But--would they? The Levy Sowars were drawn from the same region and were of the same faith as his captors, of whom they would know the strength and resource, and with whom they would certainly avoid engaging in a fight on behalf of such as he. Besides-- and again Chand Lall had reason to curse his own stinginess, in that he had been more than "near" in bestowing the expected _dasturi_ upon the Sahib's chupra.s.sis, wherefore these would infallibly take care that no suspicion of his disaster should reach their master's ears. Further, was it not a matter of absolute certainty that, rather than allow his rescue, Murad Afzul would give orders for his throat to be cut from ear to ear? No, there was no hope--not a ray.

"Talk we again of the rupees," began Murad Afzul. "I am moved to require double the amount now, but Allah is merciful, and shall I be less so? I will be content with ten thousand. Wherefore, O dog, thou shalt write and deliver to Ibrahim, our brother--who is holy and learned--a letter which shall cause those who guard the fruits of thine avarice and usury, to pay over to him that sum. Yet think not to write aught that shall render this void, for Ibrahim is learned as well as holy, and can read in many tongues. Further, should he not return to us, thine own fate shall be even as though thou wert already writhing in the lowest depths of Jehanum."

"It were better, Sirdar Sahib, that I myself travelled to Mazaran to procure it, for our people are distrustful of strangers." Murad Afzul laughed evilly. "But we are doubly so, O wors.h.i.+pper of debauched idols," he said. "So thou wouldst fain fare forth thyself? Ha, ha, then how long would it be before we beheld thee again, or one single one of the ten thousand rupees?"

"Why, as soon as I could collect them, and to do that I would spare no pains, no trouble, Sirdar Sahib, although it would leave me a poor man, and in debt for life," replied Chand Lall, eagerly thinking, poor fool, that his jailor was going to set him free on so slender a security as his bare word. But the shout of laughter that went up from all who heard quickly undeceived him.

"Who having a caged bird of value turns that bird loose to stretch his wings in the hope that it will return to its cage?" said the chief.

"Thou art to us a caged bird of value, thou eater of money--wherefore we keep thee until thou hast no further value. Show him," he added, turning to his followers.

In obedience to this somewhat mysterious mandate one of them turned and dived into a cleft, producing therefrom an object which he gleefully unrolled, and held up before the gaze of the horrified captive--and well, indeed, might the latter quake, for it was the skin of a man.

It had been most deftly taken off. Face, head, ears--everything in fact. Staring at the horrid thing, Chand Lall felt his very marrow melt within him.

"See," said Murad Afzul. "He did not die, even then. He lived to taste of fire and boiling ghee." And the rest of the band laughed like fiends, but the wretched Hindu covered his face and shook.

"Well mayst thou tremble," went on his pitiless tormentor. "For should Ibrahim return without ten thousand rupees, or not return at all, by the setting of the third sun, thine own skin shall dry beside that one."

The victim uttered a loud cry.

"The third sun! Why, Sirdar Sahib, that will be impossible. I can never have so much money collected in so short a time. Make it the sixth sun."

Murad Afzul consulted a moment with his followers. Then he said,--

"Allah is merciful, and so, too, will I be. I will say then by the setting of the fifth sun after this one. Yet try not to play us any false trick, thou dog, for it will be useless, and for what it will mean to thyself, look on yonder and be a.s.sured," and, as though to emphasise the chief's words, he who held the horrible human skin shook it warningly and suggestively in the face of the thoroughly terrified hostage.

The Political Agent, having dined well in his evening camp, was going over some official papers by the light of the tent lamp.

"Oh, Sunt Singh," he said, looking up as a chupra.s.si entered, "what became of that trader who was with us? I didn't see him when we first camped."

"_Huzoor_, he is camped just below the sowars' tents, I believe."

"Yes? You may go," and the official resumed what he was doing, without further thought for the luckless Chand Lall, who certainly was not where the lying chupra.s.si had said.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

A SURPRISE.

Herbert Raynier ran lightly up the steps of his verandah, feeling intensely satisfied with himself and things in general.

Though summer, the air was delightfully balmy, and the glow of the sunset reddening the heads of the mountains surrounding the basin in which lay Mazaran, was soothing and grateful to the eye. The bungalow was roomy and commodious, and stood in the midst of a pleasant garden, where closing flowers distilled fragrant scents upon the evening air-- all this sent his mind back in thankful contrast to hot, steaming, languid Baghnagar, its bra.s.sy skies and feverish exhalations, where even at this late hour the very crows lining the roof would be open-billed and gasping. And thus contrasting the new with the old order of things he decided for the fiftieth time that the luckiest moment of his life was when he opened the official letter--which met him on landing at Bombay--appointing him Political Agent at Mazaran.

Hardly less in contrast between the climate of his new station and the last, were the people with whom he now had to deal. There was nothing whatever in common between the meek subservient native he had hitherto ruled and the stalwart independence of these wild mountain tribes, whose turbulent and predatory instincts needed nice handling to keep in efficient control. But all this appealed to him vividly, and he threw himself into his new duties with an eager zest which caused those who had known his predecessor to smile. He recognised that here at least was a chance; here he might find scope for such latent ability which the stagnant routine of his old Department had been in danger of stifling altogether. In fact, he was inclined to regret the abnormally tranquil state of things, when Jelson, his predecessor, had congratulated him upon the fact that Mus.h.i.+m Khan, the chief of the powerful, and often turbulent, Gularzai tribe, had become so amenable since the Government had created him a Nawab that the meanest _bunniah_ might almost walk through the Gularzai country alone and with his pockets bulging with rupees, in perfect safety.

Herbert Raynier flung himself into a comfortable chair on the verandah and lighted a cheroot. He had half an hour to spare before it should be time to dress and go out to dinner, and how should such be better spent than in a restful smoke: yet, while enjoying this, his thoughts were active enough. His prospects, rosy as the afterglow which dwelt upon the surrounding peaks, kept him busy for a time, and over all was a sense of great relief. If he had saved the life of an unknown Oriental at the hands of a particularly brutal mob, a.s.suredly he had been repaid to the full, for, but for that circ.u.mstance, matters would never have come to a head with Cynthia. He would still be bound hard and fast by a chain of which he only realised the full weight since he had broken it.

For he had broken it--finally, irrevocably, unmistakably, he told himself. Since that last scene in the Vicarage garden he and Cynthia had exchanged no word. The remainder of that day had not been of a pleasant nature, and he had left by an early train on the following morning, to return three days later to India. No letter, either of farewell, or reproach or recrimination--as he had half feared--reached him at the last, and it was with feelings of genuine relief that he watched the sh.o.r.es of the mother country fade into the invisible.

Tarleton, the Civil Surgeon, at whose bungalow Raynier was dining, was somewhat of a trying social unit, in that he was never even by chance known to agree with any remark or proposition, weighty or trivial, put forward by anybody, or if there was no conceivable room for gainsaying such, why then he would append some brisk aggressive comment in rider fas.h.i.+on. As thus,--

"How do, Raynier? How did you come over? Didn't walk, did you?"

"No. Biked."

"Ho! Bicycle's not much use up here, I can tell you."

Raynier remarked that he found the machine useful for getting about the station with, and that the roads in and immediately around the same were rather good.