Ralph Denham's Adventures in Burma: A Tale of the Burmese Jungle

  CHAPTER XXVI

  SUNSHINE'S HEROISM

  Kirke insisted upon Ralph's wound being redressed at intervals allthrough that dreadful day, whatever else was being done.

  "What's the use?" said Ralph, with a quaint smile.

  "I don't mean to leave a stone unturned," replied Kirke. "Somehow, Ifeel as if _you_ had a future before you whatever comes to the rest ofus. You have nine lives, like that poor cat, which really seems contentin the little one's lap after all its suffering."

  Ralph gave a short laugh, with a ring of bitterness in it. "While thereis life there is hope, you think," said he.

  "Just so," replied Kirke.

  Again the day wore on, and the sun sank in the west.

  "It must soon be decided now," said Kirke. "Shake hands, old fellow, Iam glad we met here, whatever befalls."

  "God for the right!" exclaimed Ralph, as their hands met. They thenseparated, for they had agreed each to command at one edge of thecircle, and it was time to assume their places.

  None too soon, either, for, directly that the dusk made all thingsobscure, the attack once more began.

  It was probable that the dacoits themselves had run short of powder onthe previous evening, and had utilised the day by going to their homesto fetch more, for again they commenced by blazing away at long range.

  But Kirke made the people crouch low, and had, through the day,considerably strengthened his defences, so that the firing caused fewcasualties for a long time. The besieged could only have returned theattack by stone throwing, which would have been of little use as long asthe enemy remained under cover, and at a distance, while it would havebetrayed the exhaustion of their ammunition.

  He therefore counselled a passive endurance of the firing, hoping bythis means to lure the dacoits out of their cover into closer quarters;and this subterfuge took effect.

  The dusky figures crept out from behind the trees, and advancedstealthily.

  Kirke waited until they were within a couple of yards of the stockade,then sprang suddenly to his feet, and shouted--

  "Now, my friends!"

  A pelting shower of stones seconded his cry; the enemy's advance waschecked, the line wavered, broke, and began to retreat, when a shot rangout from the jungle,--a fatal, too well-directed shot, aimed at Kirke'stall commanding figure, and he fell.

  With a cry of dismay, Ralph sprang to the side of his friend, but thedacoits took fresh courage, and dashed at the defences in a body, like adark wave pouring over a rocky shore.

  The flimsy barriers rocked and gave way before them, and all wereinextricably mixed up at once in a deadly hand-to-hand warfare.

  Ralph, standing astride the body of his friend, fought like a madman.The ground beneath his feet grew slippery with blood; one--two dacoitsfell beneath the desperate blows of his clubbed gun, over which he foundthat his hands took a better purchase than over the shaft of a spear;but his strength was deserting him, his adherents were falling aroundhim, his head reeled, his sight began to fail him, and the sickness of afainting fit nearly overpowered him. He believed his last moment wascome, when--what sound met his ear? He must be delirious, mad--it couldnot be an English cheer! It could never be the gallop of horses'feet--many horses, tearing madly along the forest path?

  But again it came, nearer and nearer. "Hallo! hallo! Hurrah! There theyare!" and a party of horsemen in white uniform dashed upon the scene.

  The tide of battle was turned, the dacoits tried to fly; the Englishpolice officers rode them down, shot them down, struck them down;--nomercy was shown. The robbers fought like demons, desperate in theirturn, but all were killed or taken prisoners in half an hour, bound,cowed, conquered, and the fray was over.

  The English officer came up to shake his rescued countrymen by the hand,with frank, hearty greeting on his lip, but Ralph had thrown himselfdown on the ground, his face buried on the breast of his dead friend,choking with sobs.

  Mr. Brudenel, for it was he, felt a moisture arise to his own eyes atthe sight. He turned aside, and brushed his hand across them, then kneltby Ralph's side, and laid a kindly hand upon his shoulder.

  "I am very sorry," said he; "would to God that I had been here but onehour sooner."

  "But one hour, but one little hour," moaned the boy. "Oh, my friend! mydear, true friend!"

  "It was the fortune of war, sir," said the officer. "It was the will ofGod. Be a man, sir; your friend did not suffer."

  "No," said Ralph, rising, "it was all in one minute. Oh, Kirke, Kirke! Icannot yet believe it that you are gone."

  He sank down again, for he could really not stand. The excitement whichhad given him fictitious strength was over, and all his powers wereexhausted.

  Brudenel signed to his men to lift and carry him to a short distance,where they laid him down upon a mat, cast water on his face, and pouredsome drops of stimulant into his mouth.

  Some of the Burmese women drew round and fanned him, others brought allthey had which they fancied might be of service.

  Leaving him to the best among these, Mr. Brudenel turned to his otherduties. The wounded must be attended to, the dead buried, the survivingdacoits marched off to prison.

  Moung Shway Poh, who seemed to bear a charmed life, for he had come outof the affray unharmed, was clamouring a farrago of boastfulexplanations, servile gratitude, and accounts of his own great braveryin defending the countrymen of his royal lord's self. Fatigued by theclamour, of which he believed nothing, Mr. Brudenel swore at him for anoisy nuisance, and Mr. Grandfather turned to bestow his eloquence uponone of the native policemen, whose politeness was greater.

  All was done at last, some sort of order restored, the dead were buried,and Brudenel engaged to send assistance to the villagers in rebuildingtheir houses. Two or three of his men were left as a guard, with plentyof powder and shot, and the little encampment made as comfortable ascircumstances permitted for the present.

  A hasty litter was prepared for Ralph, and carried by four of thevillagers, hired for the purpose; and the horsemen mounted for theirreturn journey.

  "By the bye," said Mr. Brudenel, turning back in the saddle as heprepared to start,--"By the bye, my wife has taken good care of thatbrave child, and she shall return in the bullock-bandy which will bringyou the things I have promised to send you, along with your friends herewho are carrying this gentleman."

  "Child,--brave child? Who do you mean, paya?"

  "Why, the brave little maid who came alone through the jungle to send usto your assistance. You must make much of her, for it was the deed of aheroine. You would not find many, much older than she, who would havedone so brave a thing."

  Ralph raised himself upon his elbow. "Oh!" cried he, "was it Sunshine,the little maid whom we missed?"

  "I did not ask her name," replied Brudenel. "She said that the white boyhad saved her life, and that of her grandmother; and she had walkedtwenty miles, over mountains and through jungle paths, to fetch us. Shewas quite exhausted on her arrival, and Mrs. Brudenel kept her to restand recruit. You all owe your lives to her."

  "God bless her!" murmured Ralph.

  Yes, it was little Miss Sunshine to whom they had all owed their rescue.She knew of what the dacoits were capable; she was very fond of bothKirke and Ralph, who had petted her, taught her many things, given hermany little treasures, ingeniously contrived after English fashion.

  They had played with her, and been always courteous to her--as gentlemenshould ever be. No sooner had Ralph fetched her down from the blazinghut, than she hid herself in the jungle to watch the course of events.She saw the repulse of the dacoits, and tracked them to their lair inthe jungle afterwards.

  There, understanding their speech so thoroughly, she discovered that theleader was the terrible Moung Nay Nya, the tiger, the terrible robberwho was tattooed by the "Bandee-tha," and carried a ghastly "beloo" uponhis chest, inoculated with a preparation compounded of dead men's flesh,which he had also chewed during the whole time that the operation hadlasted.

  The "b
eloo" nature had thus entered into him, and given him the strengthand ferocity of a wild beast itself. Sunshine had often heard of him,and shuddered, from the place of her concealment, to observe the markswhich she had so often heard described.

  There was the horrible demon face on the man's broad muscular chest,with tail wound in voluminous folds around it, and claws extendedbeneath. There were the square-shaped charmed indentations whichprevented bullet or sword-thrust from injuring the tiger-man, tattooedin both red and blue; there was a row of charmed stones let in beneaththe skin of his neck, each of which endowed him with some wizard poweror ensured him safety in combats.

  She noticed the long lean arms, the powerful hands, the muscular body,the sunken cheeks and cruel determined mouth, and trembled in every limbto think of his seizing her. She softly slipped farther and farther backunder the shadow of the trees, and thought.

  Did this terrible tiger-man succeed in capturing her dear English boy,what tortures might he not inflict upon him were the ransom which hewould certainly demand not paid! She could not bear to think of it. Thetales which she had been told might have been exaggerated, but many ofthem were too true, nor did the appearance of the man belie them.Sunshine believed them all.

  While she hesitated, uncertain what to do, little Golden-leaf's pet catcame crying up to her, telling, in its own fashion, its story of frightand trouble, and glad to meet with a well-known friend. But, fearfullest the little creature should betray her whereabouts to the dacoits,she turned and fled, followed for a little way by the cat, but soonbeyond the boundaries familiar to it, and it turned back to meet withthe cruelty which the girl escaped.

  She ran and ran till she was tired, then sat down to rest, and cry. Allat once, a resolution entered her mind. She would make her way to thepolice-station, where she would be safe, and whence aid for her friendswould certainly be sent to them.

  She wished that she had thought of it before. The day was bright now,she knew in which direction the station lay, but she did not know howfar off it was.

  Bravely did she set out, walking on, on, on; climbing steep hills,wading through marshy places, cutting her bare feet withstones,--hungry, tired, and disheartened, but persistent. She had torest many times, and the day wore away and night fell.

  She struggled on to a pagoda which she saw on the side of a hill, andwhere she thought that she would pass the dark hours safely. She did notexpect to find shelter there, for she knew that these erections weresolid blocks of bricks, not buildings with chambers and apartments inwhich people lived. This one was deserted and ruinous. It had been apious work to build it, but, the original founder having long been dead,it was not the business of anyone else to repair it as it becamedilapidated under the influence of wind and weather. The piety whichmight have induced such a proceeding would not be counted to the scoreof the man who repaired, but to that of the first builder, in the otherworld.

  "Let everyone take care of himself," the Burman says, and leaves hisfather's good deeds to fall into decay, while he ensures his ownsalvation by putting up another showy building.

  Sunshine made her way to this place, holy in her simple eyes; and there,climbing up a pile of fallen bricks, found a fairly comfortable andsheltered seat, where she crouched all night long.

  At first she clasped her arms around her knees, and looked out upon thedim landscape, the winding stream shining in the valley beneath her, thebrilliant stars in the deep blue sky above,--seeing nothing of thebeauty of nature, but deeply impressed by its mystery, gazing straightbefore her with wide-open eyes of awe and distrust. But graduallyfatigue overpowered her, and, leaning her head back against the stones,she fell asleep.

  Her sleep lasted long, and she woke when the sun was already high;arising stiff, hungry, and thirsty, to another toiling journey. Firstshe would go down to the stream and drink. As she stooped, she saw atroop of horsemen cantering along the farther bank, taking their morningexercise. She knew the British dress--these were the people whom she wasseeking; she stumbled through the stream, limped up to Mr. Brudenel, andimplored him to ride fast to the rescue of her friends.

  "Oh, paya! paya!" she cried, "the dacoits burn our village, they murderall,--ride quickly and save my father. There are Englishmen there, theywill murder them too,--ride fast, fast to save them!"

  Mr. Brudenel put quick questions to her; eliminated the chief featuresof the case; ordered one of the men to take the poor weary girl up tothe station, and ask Mrs. Brudenel to look after her; galloped back forarms and reinforcements; and, on fresh horses, headed his troop for therapid ride to the scene of action; arriving, as we have seen, when thebesieged had come to their last gasp, and not in time to save all.