CHAP. XI Judy Draycott bolted the door of her cabin in Don Miguel's yacht, and tried to think coherently. Her brain was whirling, the events of the last few hours seemed like some hideous nightmare. She had been asleep when Jim and Percy went ashore, and had only awakened two hours afterwards to find Bill Blackett mounting guard and looking worried, "Where are the others?" she asked and he told her. "Madness, miss," he remarked gloomily, "but there's no use arguing with Mr. Maitland. And what makes it worse is that the dago's yacht has arrived. She passed some way out, and she hasn't seen us yet, but if she comes to look for us there's no way of hiding. And then we're between the devil and the deep sea." He scanned the side of the hill through his telescope, but nothing stirred. The afternoon dragged slowly on, and at four-thirty she went below to make some tea, To while away the time the sailor had been telling her some of Jim's exploits, but she noticed that he never let five minutes elapse without searching the hill with his glass. And when she returned with the cups he was pacing up and down the deck looking anxiously at the sun. "Another hour and a half, two hours at the most, and it'll be dark," he said. "Blast! here's the yacht." She turned round, steaming slowly round the headland came the boat whose graceful lines she had last seen in Rio harbour. "They've spotted us," said Bill, shutting up his telescope. "Now what are they going to do?" They were not left long in doubt, having arrived opposite the opening in the rocks the yacht's engines stopped, and she remained there rolling lazily in the swell while a boat was lowered. "Eight of 'em," muttered Bill. "That dwarf I've heard you talk about is one of them, and a great red-faced fellow who looks English." "The boat was being rowed towards them rapidly. "Don't let them come on board, Bill," cried Judy. "How can I stop 'em, Miss?" he said gravely. "I can't shoot the lot. Maybe they've only come to ask questions, and mean us ne harm." "Is Maitland there?" sung out the red-faced man whom Judy at once recognised as Barnet, as the boat came alongside. "He is not," said Bill. "He's ashore. What are you wanting?" "You'll see soon enough," grunted the other. "Up you get, Emil." He helped the dwarf on board, and came up after him followed by four of the boat's crew. ""We don't want the whole Brazilian navy on deck," cried Bill angrily. "It doesn't matter what you want. You'll damned well take what you get. Now then where's that map?" "Mr, Maitland has got it on him." Barnet stared at him suspiciously, and whispered something to the dwarf who shrugged his shoulders. "When will he be back?" "I know no more than you do," answered Bill. "He went ashore three or four hours ago." And once again the two of them whispered together, evidently deciding to adopt a different line. "My dear Miss Draycott," began the dwarf ingratiatingly, "I feel sure we shall be able to arrange matters amicably. I must say that I have the greatest admiration for the way you have scored off us up to date, but I feel certain that you will be the first to admit that matters cannot go on as they are any longer." "I'd prefer to have no discussion at all with men who were responsible for my brother's murder," said Judy passionately. "Come, come," said Dresler, "I can assure you that was an accident, No one regretted it more than Sir Montague Bamet and myself. Anyway it is over and done with, it belongs to the past, and we are concerned with the present. Now then, are we going to work together or not?" "Nothing would induce me to have anything to do with you," cried the girl. "But I fear you will have to," said the dwarf suavely. "I don't want to waste time pointing out obvious facts but we outnumber you by more than ten to one. And only my abhorrence of violence makes me discuss the matter at all. The position is this, Miss Draycott. Mr. Maitland has the map, we want the map. Moreover we intend to have the map. Now if you will give me your solemn promise that you will persuade Mr. Maitland to hand it over to us, then I in my turn, will give you my promise that a fair share of the treasure, should we discover any, will be handed over to you." "And if won't promise," said Judy. Once again the dwarf shrugged his shoulders. "Need we go into such an eventuality," he said softly. "I will leave it to your imagination." "Then I will give you my answer, Mr. Dresler. Rather than see that map in your hands, I shall ask Mr, Maitland to tear itup and throw it in the sea. Oh! you brutes!" She gave a sudden cry, as the four men, obeying a quick gesture from Barnet, hurled themselves on Bill Blackett. For a few moments he fought like a demon, and one of his assailants went overboard with a broken jaw, But it could only end one way when Barnet, with a loaded stick in his hand joined in as well. There came a dull thud, and Bill crashed forward on the deck unconscious. "There's no good wasting time, Emil," grunted the baronet. "That fellow Maitland may be back at any moment. Put him in the boat." They lowered the motionless sailor into the boat alongside, and Barnet picked up his rifle. "Now, Miss Draycott," he said curtly, "will you kindly follow your friend or have we got to lift you in too." "What are you going to do with us?" said Judy. "Exchange your quarters for more comfortable ones on board the yacht. Emil, I'm going ashore, I will return with Maitland." And so having landed him she found herself being rowed to the yacht, with Bill still lying unconscious in the bottom of the boat, And though she tried not to notice it, a feeling of sick fear began to come over her as she saw the way the sailors looked at her. They were talking to one another in Brazilian and every now and then they laughed evilly, as if enjoying some secret joke. What a fool she had been to speak so precipitately, why hadn't she temporised till Jim got back? But when she stared at the hill, the only moving thing she could see was the figure of Barnet slowly climbing. An officer received her as she mounted the gangway, and she hated him even more than the sailors. "In the regretted absence of Don Miguel," he leered in broken English, "it is to me much pleasure to receive you. Will you please to come, I show you the saloon." She watched Bill being hoisted on board; then sick at heart she followed the officer. "It is pretty, is it not?" remarked her guide, and as she glanced indifferently round the room, he suddenly seized her in. his arms and kissed her. It was just what Judy wanted to rouse her from her despondency. With a smack like the shot of a pistol she got him with her open hand on the cheek, and he staggered back snarling. Then muttering something in Brazilian he came towards her again, only to find himself looking down the wrong end of a small business-like automatic. "Another step, you little swine," said Judy, "andl kill you." For a moment they stared at one another, then with an ugly laugh he turned away. "You wait, you English mees," he remarked, "till Don Miguel come on board again. You have lovely time then." "Get out," cried Judy, and with another glance at the automatic, he went, After a time she relaxed, and going to one of the portholes looked out. The throb of the engine had already told her they were under way, and she saw they were going back to the south of the island. In the distance she could still see the motor-boat, with a squat figure of the dwarf on the deck, then the hill hid it from sight. No one else came to disturb her, and she remained at the porthole watching the island listlessly. Where were Jim and Percy? It was getting almost dark, even if they were in the open it would have been impossible to see them, And at last with a feeling of utter despair in her heart she sat down at the table in the centre of the saloon. After a while a steward came in and turned on the light, and at the same time the engine ceased. She rose and peered cout again, as the rattle of the chain told her they had anchored, but it was too dark to see more than the bare outline of the land. They were lying close in, but beyond seeing that it was wooded she could make out nothing. The door opened, and she turned round. Two men were standing there, one she had never seen before, the other was Don Miguel, "Welcome, my dear young lady, to my yacht," said the millionaire. "And allow me to introduce Captain McIntyre." "How is Captain Blackett?" she cried. "As well as can be expected under the circumstances," he remarked. "I can assure you his life is in no danger. Did he prove intractable or what?" "He was the victim of an unprovoked assault," she said angrily. "Dear me!" he laughed. "It's lucky for him that his head is hard. So I hear Mr. Maitland is carrying out a little private exploration. I wonder if he was more fortunate than we were. We rowed all the way up the river, and all the way back again and found nothing at all, except a pool containing crocodiles." He pressed the bell, and ordered a bottle of wine and some whisky. "Sit down, McIntyre," he said, "and help yourself. You will join us, Miss Draycott?" "No, thank you," she answered coldly. "A pity. This is an excellent vintage." His eyes were fixed on her gloatingly, and involuntarily she shivered. "Not cold, I trust. Or perhaps a touch of fever. May I get you some quinine?" "How long are we to be kept prisoners?" she burst out. "What an ugly word," said the Brazilian. "Let us put it that I hope you will enjoy my hospitality for a considerable period. Let us also hope that Mr. Maitland does nothing foolish with the map. It will prolong matters ifhe should, and this island is not a spot that I would select as a health resort." "It's a stinking fever-soaked hole," grunted McIntyre. "But doubtless our lady guest will enliven the tedium of it," murmured the other. "Will you kindly show me where my cabin is?" she said icily, and Don Miguel again rang the bell. "Show Miss Draycott to her cabin," he ordered as the steward entered. "The large one—next to mine." The man grinned and led the way. And in the last glimpse she had of the two men, they were shaking with silent laughter. She bolted the door, and sat down on the bed to try and get things straight in her mind, She was afraid, desperately afraid, And the more she thought about it, the more hopeless did it seem. Even if Jim gave them the map, what guarantee was there that they would be allowed to go? And he and Percy could do nothing with the numbers they had against them. Anyway as a last resource she had her revolver, and even as she comforted herself with that reflection she remembered that she had left her bag with it inside in the saloon. She went back at once, the two men were sitting where she had left them. Her bag was still on the table, but the instant she picked it up she realised by the weight that the revolver was no longer inside. She looked at the Brazilian, he was balancing it in his hand. "Give my revolver back to me," she cried furiously. "How dare you touch my bag." "Just to see that no dangerous lethal weapons were being carried, my dear young lady," he grinned. "You've no idea what a lot of damage one of these little toys can do. Captain McIntyre was terribly nervous when he saw it." "Sure," said the sailor with mock gravity. "I told the boss I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink if I knew anyone on board had a gun." "You cowardly brutes." She faced them defiantly, though in truth she felt very near tears. "You wouldn't dare do a thing like that if Mr. Maitland was here." "But since he isn't here the point does not arise, does it," said Don Miguel softly. "And since it is more than doubtful if he ever will be here the point will never arise either." "What do you mean?" She stared at him with dilated eyes. "I have my own methods of dealing with people who try to double cross me," remarked the Brazilian. "I warned Mr. Maitland in Rio, and he decided not to heed my warning. I fear he may regretit." His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "Whereas you, my pretty one, will I trust have no cause to regret your visit to South America." She fought down the sick fear that was gripping her. "If you do anything to Mr. Maitland," she said, "you won't get the map." "In which case our stay here is likely to be much more prolonged," he remarked. "But with you on board to comfort me Ishall view the prospect with equanimity." He rose suddenly and came towards her, and she cowered back. There was something so utterly repulsive about this swarthy looking brute that she felt almost hypnotised with loathing. And the next moment he had caught her in his arms. "Jewels shall be yours, my pretty," he whispered thickly, "and money. You shalll have all your desires granted." His face was coming closer to hers, until, making a desperate effort, she broke away from him and fled like a wild thing to her cabin. And not till the door was bolted once more did she feel safe. She sat down panting for breath. What was she going to do? It was only a temporary respite, sooner or later she would have to eat and drink. And that would mean meeting Miguel again. What, too, about Jim? They intended treachery, the Brazilian had admitted it himself, They would get the map by means of specious promises, and then knife him or something froma behind. A knock came on the door, and the steward enquired what she would like for dimer. "Nothing," she cried, "nothing at all," and the man went away. Eating was a physical impossibility, but after a while she rose and gulped down some water from the carafe. It was luke warm but she felt better for it. And for a time she stood staring out of the porthole, Nine o'clock, surely Jim should be there by now. But no sound broke the stillness of the night except a gramophone which was being played by some member of the crew. And as the hours went on her anxiety increased. Why didn't he come? Had some accident happened to him on the island which had prevented him? "The gramophone ceased, the yacht grew silent. Once her door handle was softly tried, and Don Miguel's voice came from the other side. But she did not answer him, and after a while he went away and she heard the door of the next cabin shut. And at length, still sitting in the chair she fell into an uneasy doze. Asudden sound awakened her, and she sat up with a start. The moonlight was flooding her cabin, and for amoment_ or two she sat trembling in her chair. And then to her horror she saw a slowly widening crackin the partition wall of the cabin. A panel was sliding back, and it had been the click as it started that had aroused her. She watched it with dilated eyes, on the other side of it was Don Miguel's cabin. And at length his head was poked cautiously through. He looked round until he saw her, and for a while they stared at one another in silence. Then with aleer he pushed the panel right back, and stood in the opening. "Have you changed your mind, my pretty," he whispered. "Get out, you unspeakable cur," she said tensely. "But I've only just come," he remarked. "Wasn't it thoughtful of me to give you the cabin next mine? All specially prepared as you see. Now are we going to be wise, or are we going to give trouble?" The leer grew more pronounced, and he took a step forward. And at that moment she heard him give a strange gurgling noise, saw something brown round his throat, and watched him being dragged back through the opening. He disappeared, and with no thought in her mind save the incredible fact that he'd gone, she sprang to the sliding panel and slammed it to. And as she did so there came from the other side of the wall a blood-curdling scream, followed by a series of bumps as if a heavy sack was being thrown about. She cowered back terrified, the noise was like nothing she had ever heard. And even as she listened to it pandemonium broke loose in the ship. Shots, oaths, yells of terror came from every direction, and every now and then a loud splash indicated that somebody had fallen overboard. She forced herself to go to the porthole, but there was nothing to be seen though the din had now become indescribable. And mingled with it came a succession of strange snarling grunts. She crossed to the little window that opened into the corridor, and drew back the curtains. Pressed against the glass was a face, and as she stared at it every drop of blood seemed to freeze in her veins. It was human, and yet it was animal. Its teeth were bared like those of an angry dog, its flattened nostrils were distended. And in its eyes was alook of bestial savagery. Suddenly it put its hand straight through the glass, and tried to clutch her, but she fell back half fainting on the bed. For a while the great hairy arm continued groping, then it was withdrawn, and she could hear it snarling angrily, evidently furious at having cut itself, And then to her unspeakable horror the door handle rattled violently. The thing was trying to get in. The door creaked and groaned, she could see the panels bulging inwards. And in those few moments Judy experienced the supreme acine of human terror. For she knew the door handle would not hold. Already the wood was beginning to splinter, and in one last desperate throw for safety she tried to clamber through the porthole. But it was too small, and with a pitiful little moan she cowered back on the bed just as the door, with a final crash, was burst open, and the thing came in. And it was then that something snapped in her brain, and Judy fainted. "When she opened her eyes again she found herself in darkness. She was lying on the ground, and fora while hermind refused to act. Then little by little it came back to her, and she bit her lip to prevent herself screaming. It wasn't some hideous nightmare, it was the truth. Something had come into her cabin, something that she dimly remembered as, being of vast size, and unspeakably horrible. And it must have carried her off the yacht. "Where was she? She felt the ground with her hand and found it was hard earth. And suddenly the full horror of her position dawned on her, she was in the power of these awful creatures. From close beside her there came a movement, and involuntarily she gave a little cry. And then with a feeling of unutterable relief she heard a well-known voice. "How are you feeling, miss?" "Bill," she cried, "where are we? What's happened?" "The same as happened in the Paquinetta," he answered grimly. "They've slaughtered or taken prisoner every soul in the yacht, and now we're in their power." Some voices started jabbering Brazilian near by, and she asked Bill who they were. "Some of the crew, miss. There are about ten of us altogether. The rest are dead." "Thank God, they didn't kill you, Bill." "It was that crack on the head in the motor-boat saved me, miss. I'd come to, and was lying dazed and sick in the bunk where they'd thrown me, when I heard the fight start. So I staggered up on deck unarmed as I was and ran right into two of them. It was so unexpected I didn't show any fight, and they just carted me off." She forced herself to ask the question, though she dreaded the answer. "Have they got Mr. Maitland too?" "Thaven't seen himn, miss, or his cousin either." "He may be able to do something," she said, hope springing up in her mind. The sailor said nothing. In the first place he doubted if Jim could ever find them, and if he did what could he possibly do? There were scores of these hideous monsters, and even if he succeeded in shooting a few of them, it would only make the others more savage. "By the way, miss," he said at length, "have you got your revolver with you?" "Ihaven't, Bill," she answered. "That brute Don Miguel took it from me." And the sailor almost groaned aloud. No good now alarming her more than she was already, by telling her to blow out her brains in certain eventualities, they could only wait in agonising suspense. "What will they do to.us, Bill?" she asked tremulously. "God knows, miss," he said gravely. "We've just got to keep our spirits up and hope for the best." "But, Bill, are they human?" "Half man, half beast, miss. You remember I told you. They've got a sort of language for I heard them talking, but to. look at they're more like gorillas." "I suppose," she said quietly, "they'll kill us." And he dared make no reply. All that he could pray for was that they would kill her and that nothing worse should happen. He was unarmed himself, he was powerless to help her in any way. And the realisation of the girl's peril made him well-nigh sick with fear. He had tried to take note of the direction in which he had been brought, but it had proved hopeless. It had seemed a veritable maze of paths, and since for long stretches of the journey the moonlight had not penetrated into the forest, most of it had been done in darkness. All that he knew was that they were in some form of underground cave. "Two of the sailors near by were talking, and he understood sufficient Brazilian to get the gist of their remarks. "Do you hear what those blokes are saying, miss," he said, when they had finished. "According to them some of the words these things use are a sort of Brazilian patois, And from what they heard the reason for the attack on the yacht was that their chief or king or something like that was killed this afternoon." "Doesn't seem to help us much, does it?" she said with a pitiful little laugh. "Bill, wouldn't it be possible to escape? "There must be away out." "First thing I thought of, miss. But the brutes have blocked the entrance of the tunnel we came in by." "So that our only hope is Jim," she whispered under her breath. They fell silent, and Judy's thoughts went back to that night in Hampstead when she had first met Jim and asked his advice about the treasure. Who, by the wildest stretch of imagination could have dreamed that it would have ended as it had? It was all so inconceivable that even now she had a feeling that she would wake up soon and find it was some fantastic nightmare. And suddenly she cried out almost hysterically. "It can't be true, Bill. It is just like Alice in Alice in Wonderland. We'll find it's all a dream and these things are just a pack of cards." And the sailor who had come on deck just in time to see Bully McIntyre's neck broken with a flick of the wrists could think of nothing to say. In fact he found himself praying that her reason might give, then at any rate she would be spared the mental horror that lay in front of her. For the twentieth time he asked himself what was going to happen. How long were they going to be kept in this underground hole, and what was their fate going to be when they were taken out? Presumably the brutes were asleep resting after the fight, in which case it might be many hours before they knew. Suddenly the silence was broken by the most extraordinary uproar from above them. The bell began clanging furiously, drowned it. The ground over their heads shook violently, they could hear the lumbering footsteps passing backwards chorus of bellowing grunts that increased in intensity as more and more of the brutes joined in almost and forwards. Gradually the clamour died away and the bell ceased, though a kind of deep chattering which still continued showed that their captors were very wide awake. It sounded as if something had excited them greatly, something which they were now discussing at length. And then clear above everything came an anguished cry. "Help! For God's sake -- help!" Bill Blackett sat up with ajerk, "That's not Mr. Maitland," he said positively, "though I know the voice." "It was the dwarf," cried the girl. "I'd know his voice anywhere." "The dwaré;" said the sailor slowly. "And he was blind. That means they've been on board our motor-boat." "And it means," said the girl excitedly, "that they haven't got Jim or Percy. He was left there alone." Bill Blackett said nothing. Did it mean that of necessity? Or did it mean that Jim and his cousin had put up a fight and been killed, and that the dwarf being helpless had merely been captured? The excitement above continued, though it was more controlled. One of the monsters seemed to be holding forth to the others, and when he'd finished his audience emitted a series of bellows that seemed to betoken approval. And almost immediately after there came, from the entrance to their prison, the sound of the barrier being removed, and the soft padding of bare feet on the ground. One of the brutes was with them. They could hear its heavy breathing as it stumbled about, and suddenly there came a yell from one of the sailors - an Englishman, "It's got me," he screamed. "Save me, boys." His voice died away, the barrier crashed back, and Bill Blackett wiped the sweat from his forehead. One of them had been taken, whose turn was it going to be next? Impossible to help the poor devil, impossible to do anything except sitin the darkness and wait. Above them the noise had again increased, and mingled with it came the shouts of the dwarf and the sailor. And then once again the bell began tolling, whilst the rest of the uproar ceased abruptly. There was something almost solemn in the monotonous clanging, it sounded as if it might have been the accompaniment of some religious ceremony. It continued for about five minutes, then in the silence that followed cone deep grunting voice could be heard. And suddenly one of the Brazilians near them cried out in horror and said something to one of his companions, something which once again Bill Blackett could understand roughly, and which caused him to stare into the darkness with haggard eyes. Sacrifice, human sacrifice to some god, that was what was going on above their heads. "Help me, you little swine. Don't sit there doing nothing." The voice of the sailor who had been taken came to them faintly, and Bill cursed under his breath. The poor devil was English anyhow, and it was intolerable to have to sit there helpless while he was being killed, perhaps tortured. "Help me. For God's sake, say something to these brutes." A frenzy of fear rang in the man's voice, evidently the end, whatever it was, was drawing near, And then it came. "One of them has got me. One of them has got me." The scream was almost inarticulate, and subsided into a meaningless babble of words which was drowned in the triumphant outburst of noise from the spectators. And after a while that too, subsided, and all was silent once more. "What does it mean, Bill," said Judy in a trembling voice. "It means, miss, that now we're one hand short," he answered quietly. "You mean he's dead." "That's it, miss, I'm afraid. They've killed him." "And that's what is going to happen to us," she went on steadily, "It looks like it, miss," he said. "How do you think they did it?" "I haven't an idea," he answered, "From what he called out he seemed to be appealing to that dwarf to help him." "He said, 'One of them has got me.' Oh! my God, Bill," her voice rose to a scream, "can't you strangle me now?" "Steady on, miss," said the sailor gently, though his heart was sick within him. "Don't let's give up hope yet. Maybe Mr. Maitland will find some way of escape for us." But his voice lacked conviction and he knew it. "Don't try and deceive me, Bill." With an effort she pulled herself together. "Things have gone too far for that. Do you think we've got a chance?" "Yes," he cried stoutly. "I do. Provided Mr. Maitland is still free." "And if he isn't?" "Then our number is up, miss." There was no good beating about the bush, he reflected, the girl was thoroughbred and had better know the truth. "That's what I wanted to find out," she said. "Now, Bill, we've neither of us got a revolver, so I want you to do something for me. These sailors have all got knives. Will you please borrow one?" "I have a knife myself, miss," he said quietly. "Good. Then if the end comes, Bill, if we have to give up hope will you give me your solemn word of honour that you will kill me." The sailor swallowed hard for a few moments, and then he answered her in a husky voice. "If there's no hope left, miss, I give you my word of honour that I will kill you." And with a little sigh of relief Judy Draycott stretched out her hand to him in the darkness. She knew he would not fail her. "Will it be long, Bill, do you think?" "Heaven knows, miss," he said, and even as he spoke there came the sound of the barrier being removed from the end of the tunnel, and a flickering light danced on the walls of their prison. One of the monsters carrying a torch which threw out great volumes of black smoke was coming towards them, Others were following, and the girl crept closer to him, "Now, Bill-now. Quick-you promised." He drew his clasp knife, and opened the big blade. The sweat was pouring off his forehead, his hand was shaking like that of a man with the ague. And he was just nerving himself for the supreme effort, when suddenly, clear and distinct there came a sound that made him pause. It was faint but unmistakable, it was the siren of the yacht. And who could be blowing it? The monsters paused, the prisoners dimly outlined in the smoky light sat up listening. Steadily it went on blaring, long, long, long, long, short, long. Over and over again, until the meaning dawned on Bill. The morse code, O.K. Someone was sending those two letters into the night; who could it be but Jim Maitland? And with almost a sob of relief he replaced his knife in his pocket. In view of that message there was still hope.

Caibidil

CHAP. XI

Judy Draycott bolted the door of her cabin in Don Miguel's yacht, and tried to think coherently. Her
brain was whirling, the events of the last few hours seemed like some hideous nightmare. She had
been asleep when Jim and Percy went ashore, and had only awakened two hours afterwards to find Bill
Blackett mounting guard and looking worried,

"Where are the others?" she asked and he told her.

"Madness, miss," he remarked gloomily, "but there's no use arguing with Mr. Maitland. And what makes
it worse is that the dago's yacht has arrived. She passed some way out, and she hasn't seen us yet,
but if she comes to look for us there's no way of hiding. And then we're between the devil and the
deep sea."

He scanned the side of the hill through his telescope, but nothing stirred.

The afternoon dragged slowly on, and at four-thirty she went below to make some tea, To while away
the time the sailor had been telling her some of Jim's exploits, but she noticed that he never let
five minutes elapse without searching the hill with his glass. And when she returned with the cups
he was pacing up and down the deck looking anxiously at the sun.

"Another hour and a half, two hours at the most, and it'll be dark," he said. "Blast! here's the
yacht."

She turned round, steaming slowly round the headland came the boat whose graceful lines she had last
seen in Rio harbour.

"They've spotted us," said Bill, shutting up his telescope. "Now what are they going to do?"

They were not left long in doubt, having arrived opposite the opening in the rocks the yacht's
engines stopped, and she remained there rolling lazily in the swell while a boat was lowered.

"Eight of 'em," muttered Bill. "That dwarf I've heard you talk about is one of them, and a great
red-faced fellow who looks English."

"The boat was being rowed towards them rapidly.

"Don't let them come on board, Bill," cried Judy.

"How can I stop 'em, Miss?" he said gravely. "I can't shoot the lot. Maybe they've only come to ask
questions, and mean us ne harm."

"Is Maitland there?" sung out the red-faced man whom Judy at once recognised as Barnet, as the boat
came alongside.

"He is not," said Bill. "He's ashore. What are you wanting?"

"You'll see soon enough," grunted the other. "Up you get, Emil."

He helped the dwarf on board, and came up after him followed by four of the boat's crew.

""We don't want the whole Brazilian navy on deck," cried Bill angrily.

"It doesn't matter what you want. You'll damned well take what you get. Now then where's that map?"

"Mr, Maitland has got it on him."

Barnet stared at him suspiciously, and whispered something to the dwarf who shrugged his shoulders.
"When will he be back?"

"I know no more than you do," answered Bill. "He went ashore three or four hours ago."

And once again the two of them whispered together, evidently deciding to adopt a different line.

"My dear Miss Draycott," began the dwarf ingratiatingly, "I feel sure we shall be able to arrange
matters amicably. I must say that I have the greatest admiration for the way you have scored off us
up to date, but I feel certain that you will be the first to admit that matters cannot go on as they
are any longer."

"I'd prefer to have no discussion at all with men who were responsible for my brother's murder,"
said Judy passionately.

"Come, come," said Dresler, "I can assure you that was an accident, No one regretted it more than Sir
Montague Bamet and myself. Anyway it is over and done with, it belongs to the past, and we are
concerned with the present. Now then, are we going to work together or not?"

"Nothing would induce me to have anything to do with you," cried the girl.

"But I fear you will have to," said the dwarf suavely. "I don't want to waste time pointing out
obvious facts but we outnumber you by more than ten to one. And only my abhorrence of violence makes
me discuss the matter at all. The position is this, Miss Draycott. Mr. Maitland has the map, we want
the map. Moreover we intend to have the map. Now if you will give me your solemn promise that you
will persuade Mr. Maitland to hand it over to us, then I in my turn, will give you my promise that a
fair share of the treasure, should we discover any, will be handed over to you."

"And if won't promise," said Judy.

Once again the dwarf shrugged his shoulders.

"Need we go into such an eventuality," he said softly. "I will leave it to your imagination."

"Then I will give you my answer, Mr. Dresler. Rather than see that map in your hands, I shall ask
Mr, Maitland to tear itup and throw it in the sea. Oh! you brutes!"

She gave a sudden cry, as the four men, obeying a quick gesture from Barnet, hurled themselves on
Bill Blackett. For a few moments he fought like a demon, and one of his assailants went overboard
with a broken jaw, But it could only end one way when Barnet, with a loaded stick in his hand joined
in as well. There came a dull thud, and Bill crashed forward on the deck unconscious.

"There's no good wasting time, Emil," grunted the baronet. "That fellow Maitland may be back at any
moment. Put him in the boat."

They lowered the motionless sailor into the boat alongside, and Barnet picked up his rifle. "Now,
Miss Draycott," he said curtly, "will you kindly follow your friend or have we got to lift you in
too."

"What are you going to do with us?" said Judy.

"Exchange your quarters for more comfortable ones on board the yacht. Emil, I'm going ashore, I will
return with Maitland."

And so having landed him she found herself being rowed to the yacht, with Bill still lying
unconscious in the bottom of the boat, And though she tried not to notice it, a feeling of sick fear
began to come over her as she saw the way the sailors looked at her. They were talking to one
another in Brazilian and every now and then they laughed evilly, as if enjoying some secret joke.
What a fool she had been to speak so precipitately, why hadn't she temporised till Jim got back? But
when she stared at the hill, the only moving thing she could see was the figure of Barnet slowly
climbing.

An officer received her as she mounted the gangway, and she hated him even more than the sailors.

"In the regretted absence of Don Miguel," he leered in broken English, "it is to me much pleasure to
receive you. Will you please to come, I show you the saloon."

She watched Bill being hoisted on board; then sick at heart she followed the officer.

"It is pretty, is it not?" remarked her guide, and as she glanced indifferently round the room, he
suddenly seized her in. his arms and kissed her.

It was just what Judy wanted to rouse her from her despondency. With a smack like the shot of a
pistol she got him with her open hand on the cheek, and he staggered back snarling. Then muttering
something in Brazilian he came towards her again, only to find himself looking down the wrong end of
a small business-like automatic.

"Another step, you little swine," said Judy, "andl kill you." For a moment they stared at one
another, then with an ugly laugh he turned away.

"You wait, you English mees," he remarked, "till Don Miguel come on board again. You have lovely
time then."

"Get out," cried Judy, and with another glance at the automatic, he went,

After a time she relaxed, and going to one of the portholes looked out. The throb of the engine had
already told her they were under way, and she saw they were going back to the south of the island.
In the distance she could still see the motor-boat, with a squat figure of the dwarf on the deck,
then the hill hid it from sight.

No one else came to disturb her, and she remained at the porthole watching the island listlessly.
Where were Jim and Percy? It was getting almost dark, even if they were in the open it would have
been impossible to see them, And at last with a feeling of utter despair in her heart she sat down
at the table in the centre of the saloon.

After a while a steward came in and turned on the light, and at the same time the engine ceased. She
rose and peered cout again, as the rattle of the chain told her they had anchored, but it was too
dark to see more than the bare outline of the land. They were lying close in, but beyond seeing that
it was wooded she could make out nothing. The door opened, and she turned round. Two men were
standing there, one she had never seen before, the other was Don Miguel,

"Welcome, my dear young lady, to my yacht," said the millionaire. "And allow me to introduce Captain
McIntyre."

"How is Captain Blackett?" she cried.

"As well as can be expected under the circumstances," he remarked. "I can assure you his life is in
no danger. Did he prove intractable or what?"

"He was the victim of an unprovoked assault," she said angrily.

"Dear me!" he laughed. "It's lucky for him that his head is hard. So I hear Mr. Maitland is carrying
out a little private exploration. I wonder if he was more fortunate than we were. We rowed all the
way up the river, and all the way back again and found nothing at all, except a pool containing
crocodiles."

He pressed the bell, and ordered a bottle of wine and some whisky.

"Sit down, McIntyre," he said, "and help yourself. You will join us, Miss Draycott?"
"No, thank you," she answered coldly.

"A pity. This is an excellent vintage."

His eyes were fixed on her gloatingly, and involuntarily she shivered.

"Not cold, I trust. Or perhaps a touch of fever. May I get you some quinine?"

"How long are we to be kept prisoners?" she burst out.

"What an ugly word," said the Brazilian. "Let us put it that I hope you will enjoy my hospitality
for a considerable period. Let us also hope that Mr. Maitland does nothing foolish with the map. It
will prolong matters ifhe should, and this island is not a spot that I would select as a health
resort."

"It's a stinking fever-soaked hole," grunted McIntyre.

"But doubtless our lady guest will enliven the tedium of it," murmured the other.

"Will you kindly show me where my cabin is?" she said icily, and Don Miguel again rang the bell.

"Show Miss Draycott to her cabin," he ordered as the steward entered. "The large one—next to mine."

The man grinned and led the way. And in the last glimpse she had of the two men, they were shaking
with silent laughter.

She bolted the door, and sat down on the bed to try and get things straight in her mind, She was
afraid, desperately afraid, And the more she thought about it, the more hopeless did it seem. Even
if Jim gave them the map, what guarantee was there that they would be allowed to go? And he and
Percy could do nothing with the numbers they had against them. Anyway as a last resource she had her
revolver, and even as she comforted herself with that reflection she remembered that she had left
her bag with it inside in the saloon.

She went back at once, the two men were sitting where she had left them. Her bag was still on the
table, but the instant she picked it up she realised by the weight that the revolver was no longer
inside. She looked at the Brazilian, he was balancing it in his hand.

"Give my revolver back to me," she cried furiously. "How dare you touch my bag."

"Just to see that no dangerous lethal weapons were being carried, my dear young lady," he grinned.

"You've no idea what a lot of damage one of these little toys can do. Captain McIntyre was terribly
nervous when he saw it."

"Sure," said the sailor with mock gravity. "I told the boss I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink if I
knew anyone on board had a gun."

"You cowardly brutes."

She faced them defiantly, though in truth she felt very near tears.

"You wouldn't dare do a thing like that if Mr. Maitland was here."

"But since he isn't here the point does not arise, does it," said Don Miguel softly. "And since it
is more than doubtful if he ever will be here the point will never arise either."

"What do you mean?" She stared at him with dilated eyes.

"I have my own methods of dealing with people who try to double cross me," remarked the Brazilian.
"I warned Mr. Maitland in Rio, and he decided not to heed my warning. I fear he may regretit."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

"Whereas you, my pretty one, will I trust have no cause to regret your visit to South America."

She fought down the sick fear that was gripping her.

"If you do anything to Mr. Maitland," she said, "you won't get the map."

"In which case our stay here is likely to be much more prolonged," he remarked. "But with you on
board to comfort me Ishall view the prospect with equanimity."

He rose suddenly and came towards her, and she cowered back. There was something so utterly
repulsive about this swarthy looking brute that she felt almost hypnotised with loathing. And the
next moment he had caught her in his arms.

"Jewels shall be yours, my pretty," he whispered thickly, "and money. You shalll have all your
desires granted."

His face was coming closer to hers, until, making a desperate effort, she broke away from him and
fled like a wild thing to her cabin. And not till the door was bolted once more did she feel safe.

She sat down panting for breath. What was she going to do? It was only a temporary respite, sooner
or later she would have to eat and drink. And that would mean meeting Miguel again. What, too, about
Jim? They intended treachery, the Brazilian had admitted it himself, They would get the map by means
of specious promises, and then knife him or something froma behind.

A knock came on the door, and the steward enquired what she would like for dimer.

"Nothing," she cried, "nothing at all," and the man went away. Eating was a physical impossibility,
but after a while she rose and gulped down some water from the carafe. It was luke warm but she felt
better for it. And for a time she stood staring out of the porthole,

Nine o'clock, surely Jim should be there by now. But no sound broke the stillness of the night
except a gramophone which was being played by some member of the crew. And as the hours went on her
anxiety increased. Why didn't he come? Had some accident happened to him on the island which had
prevented him?

"The gramophone ceased, the yacht grew silent. Once her door handle was softly tried, and Don
Miguel's voice came from the other side. But she did not answer him, and after a while he went away
and she heard the door of the next cabin shut. And at length, still sitting in the chair she fell
into an uneasy doze. Asudden sound awakened her, and she sat up with a start. The moonlight was
flooding her cabin, and for amoment_ or two she sat trembling in her chair. And then to her horror
she saw a slowly widening crackin the partition wall of the cabin. A panel was sliding back, and it
had been the click as it started that had aroused her.

She watched it with dilated eyes, on the other side of it was Don Miguel's cabin. And at length his
head was poked cautiously through. He looked round until he saw her, and for a while they stared at
one another in silence. Then with aleer he pushed the panel right back, and stood in the opening.

"Have you changed your mind, my pretty," he whispered.

"Get out, you unspeakable cur," she said tensely.

"But I've only just come," he remarked. "Wasn't it thoughtful of me to give you the cabin next mine?
All specially prepared as you see. Now are we going to be wise, or are we going to give trouble?"

The leer grew more pronounced, and he took a step forward. And at that moment she heard him give a
strange gurgling noise, saw something brown round his throat, and watched him being dragged back
through the opening. He disappeared, and with no thought in her mind save the incredible fact that
he'd gone, she sprang to the sliding panel and slammed it to. And as she did so there came from the
other side of the wall a blood-curdling scream, followed by a series of bumps as if a heavy sack was
being thrown about.

She cowered back terrified, the noise was like nothing she had ever heard. And even as she listened
to it pandemonium broke loose in the ship. Shots, oaths, yells of terror came from every direction,
and every now and then a loud splash indicated that somebody had fallen overboard. She forced
herself to go to the porthole, but there was nothing to be seen though the din had now become
indescribable. And mingled with it came a succession of strange snarling grunts.

She crossed to the little window that opened into the corridor, and drew back the curtains. Pressed
against the glass was a face, and as she stared at it every drop of blood seemed to freeze in her
veins. It was human, and yet it was animal. Its teeth were bared like those of an angry dog, its
flattened nostrils were distended. And in its eyes was alook of bestial savagery.

Suddenly it put its hand straight through the glass, and tried to clutch her, but she fell back half
fainting on the bed. For a while the great hairy arm continued groping, then it was withdrawn, and
she could hear it snarling angrily, evidently furious at having cut itself, And then to her
unspeakable horror the door handle rattled violently. The thing was trying to get in.

The door creaked and groaned, she could see the panels bulging inwards. And in those few moments
Judy experienced the supreme acine of human terror. For she knew the door handle would not hold.
Already the wood was beginning to splinter, and in one last desperate throw for safety she tried to
clamber through the porthole. But it was too small, and with a pitiful little moan she cowered back
on the bed just as the door, with a final crash, was burst open, and the thing came in. And it was
then that something snapped in her brain, and Judy fainted.

"When she opened her eyes again she found herself in darkness. She was lying on the ground, and fora
while hermind refused to act. Then little by little it came back to her, and she bit her lip to
prevent herself screaming. It wasn't some hideous nightmare, it was the truth. Something had come
into her cabin, something that she dimly remembered as, being of vast size, and unspeakably
horrible. And it must have carried her off the yacht.

"Where was she? She felt the ground with her hand and found it was hard earth. And suddenly the full
horror of her position dawned on her, she was in the power of these awful creatures. From close
beside her there came a movement, and involuntarily she gave a little cry. And then with a feeling
of unutterable relief she heard a well-known voice.

"How are you feeling, miss?"

"Bill," she cried, "where are we? What's happened?"

"The same as happened in the Paquinetta," he answered grimly. "They've slaughtered or taken prisoner
every soul in the yacht, and now we're in their power."

Some voices started jabbering Brazilian near by, and she asked Bill who they were.

"Some of the crew, miss. There are about ten of us altogether. The rest are dead."

"Thank God, they didn't kill you, Bill."

"It was that crack on the head in the motor-boat saved me, miss. I'd come to, and was lying dazed
and sick in the bunk where they'd thrown me, when I heard the fight start. So I staggered up on deck
unarmed as I was and ran right into two of them. It was so unexpected I didn't show any fight, and
they just carted me off."

She forced herself to ask the question, though she dreaded the answer.

"Have they got Mr. Maitland too?"

"Thaven't seen himn, miss, or his cousin either."

"He may be able to do something," she said, hope springing up in her mind.

The sailor said nothing. In the first place he doubted if Jim could ever find them, and if he did
what could he possibly do? There were scores of these hideous monsters, and even if he succeeded in
shooting a few of them, it would only make the others more savage.

"By the way, miss," he said at length, "have you got your revolver with you?"

"Ihaven't, Bill," she answered. "That brute Don Miguel took it from me."

And the sailor almost groaned aloud. No good now alarming her more than she was already, by telling
her to blow out her brains in certain eventualities, they could only wait in agonising suspense.

"What will they do to.us, Bill?" she asked tremulously.

"God knows, miss," he said gravely. "We've just got to keep our spirits up and hope for the best."

"But, Bill, are they human?"

"Half man, half beast, miss. You remember I told you. They've got a sort of language for I heard
them talking, but to. look at they're more like gorillas."

"I suppose," she said quietly, "they'll kill us."

And he dared make no reply. All that he could pray for was that they would kill her and that nothing
worse should happen. He was unarmed himself, he was powerless to help her in any way. And the
realisation of the girl's peril made him well-nigh sick with fear. He had tried to take note of the
direction in which he had been brought, but it had proved hopeless. It had seemed a veritable maze
of paths, and since for long stretches of the journey the moonlight had not penetrated into the
forest, most of it had been done in darkness. All that he knew was that they were in some form of
underground cave.

"Two of the sailors near by were talking, and he understood sufficient Brazilian to get the gist of
their remarks.

"Do you hear what those blokes are saying, miss," he said, when they had finished. "According to
them some of the words these things use are a sort of Brazilian patois, And from what they heard the
reason for the attack on the yacht was that their chief or king or something like that was killed
this afternoon."

"Doesn't seem to help us much, does it?" she said with a pitiful little laugh. "Bill, wouldn't it be possible to escape?

"There must be away out."

"First thing I thought of, miss. But the brutes have blocked the entrance of the tunnel we came in by."

"So that our only hope is Jim," she whispered under her breath.

They fell silent, and Judy's thoughts went back to that night in Hampstead when she had first met
Jim and asked his advice about the treasure. Who, by the wildest stretch of imagination could have
dreamed that it would have ended as it had? It was all so inconceivable that even now she had a
feeling that she would wake up soon and find it was some fantastic nightmare. And suddenly she cried
out almost hysterically.

"It can't be true, Bill. It is just like Alice in Alice in Wonderland. We'll find it's all a dream
and these things are just a pack of cards."

And the sailor who had come on deck just in time to see Bully McIntyre's neck broken with a flick of
the wrists could think of nothing to say. In fact he found himself praying that her reason might
give, then at any rate she would be spared the mental horror that lay in front of her.

For the twentieth time he asked himself what was going to happen. How long were they going to be
kept in this underground hole, and what was their fate going to be when they were taken out?
Presumably the brutes were asleep resting after the fight, in which case it might be many hours
before they knew.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the most extraordinary uproar from above them. The bell began
clanging furiously, drowned it. The ground over their heads shook violently, they could hear the
lumbering footsteps passing backwards chorus of bellowing grunts that increased in intensity as more
and more of the brutes joined in almost and forwards.

Gradually the clamour died away and the bell ceased, though a kind of deep chattering which still
continued showed that their captors were very wide awake. It sounded as if something had excited
them greatly, something which they were now discussing at length. And then clear above everything
came an anguished cry. "Help! For God's sake -- help!"

Bill Blackett sat up with ajerk,

"That's not Mr. Maitland," he said positively, "though I know the voice."

"It was the dwarf," cried the girl. "I'd know his voice anywhere."

"The dwaré;" said the sailor slowly. "And he was blind. That means they've been on board our
motor-boat."

"And it means," said the girl excitedly, "that they haven't got Jim or Percy. He was left there alone."

Bill Blackett said nothing. Did it mean that of necessity? Or did it mean that Jim and his cousin
had put up a fight and been killed, and that the dwarf being helpless had merely been captured?

The excitement above continued, though it was more controlled. One of the monsters seemed to be
holding forth to the others, and when he'd finished his audience emitted a series of bellows that
seemed to betoken approval. And almost immediately after there came, from the entrance to their
prison, the sound of the barrier being removed, and the soft padding of bare feet on the ground. One
of the brutes was with them.

They could hear its heavy breathing as it stumbled about, and suddenly there came a yell from one of
the sailors - an Englishman,

"It's got me," he screamed. "Save me, boys."

His voice died away, the barrier crashed back, and Bill Blackett wiped the sweat from his forehead.
One of them had been taken, whose turn was it going to be next? Impossible to help the poor devil,
impossible to do anything except sitin the darkness and wait.

Above them the noise had again increased, and mingled with it came the shouts of the dwarf and the
sailor. And then once again the bell began tolling, whilst the rest of the uproar ceased abruptly.

There was something almost solemn in the monotonous clanging, it sounded as if it might have been
the accompaniment of some religious ceremony. It continued for about five minutes, then in the
silence that followed cone deep grunting voice could be heard. And suddenly one of the Brazilians
near them cried out in horror and said something to one of his companions, something which once
again Bill Blackett could understand roughly, and which caused him to stare into the darkness with
haggard eyes. Sacrifice, human sacrifice to some god, that was what was going on above their heads.

"Help me, you little swine. Don't sit there doing nothing."

The voice of the sailor who had been taken came to them faintly, and Bill cursed under his breath.
The poor devil was English anyhow, and it was intolerable to have to sit there helpless while he was
being killed, perhaps tortured.

"Help me. For God's sake, say something to these brutes."
A frenzy of fear rang in the man's voice, evidently the end, whatever it was, was drawing near, And then it came.
"One of them has got me. One of them has got me."

The scream was almost inarticulate, and subsided into a meaningless babble of words which was
drowned in the triumphant outburst of noise from the spectators. And after a while that too,
subsided, and all was silent once more.

"What does it mean, Bill," said Judy in a trembling voice.

"It means, miss, that now we're one hand short," he answered quietly.

"You mean he's dead."

"That's it, miss, I'm afraid. They've killed him."

"And that's what is going to happen to us," she went on steadily,

"It looks like it, miss," he said.

"How do you think they did it?"

"I haven't an idea," he answered, "From what he called out he seemed to be appealing to that dwarf
to help him."

"He said, 'One of them has got me.' Oh! my God, Bill," her voice rose to a scream, "can't you
strangle me now?"

"Steady on, miss," said the sailor gently, though his heart was sick within him. "Don't let's give
up hope yet. Maybe Mr. Maitland will find some way of escape for us."

But his voice lacked conviction and he knew it.

"Don't try and deceive me, Bill." With an effort she pulled herself together. "Things have gone too
far for that. Do you think we've got a chance?"

"Yes," he cried stoutly. "I do. Provided Mr. Maitland is still free."

"And if he isn't?"

"Then our number is up, miss."

There was no good beating about the bush, he reflected, the girl was thoroughbred and had better
know the truth.

"That's what I wanted to find out," she said. "Now, Bill, we've neither of us got a revolver, so I
want you to do something for me. These sailors have all got knives. Will you please borrow one?"

"I have a knife myself, miss," he said quietly.

"Good. Then if the end comes, Bill, if we have to give up hope will you give me your solemn word of
honour that you will kill me."

The sailor swallowed hard for a few moments, and then he answered her in a husky voice.

"If there's no hope left, miss, I give you my word of honour that I will kill you."

And with a little sigh of relief Judy Draycott stretched out her hand to him in the darkness. She
knew he would not fail her.

"Will it be long, Bill, do you think?"

"Heaven knows, miss," he said, and even as he spoke there came the sound of the barrier being
removed from the end of the tunnel, and a flickering light danced on the walls of their prison. One
of the monsters carrying a torch which threw out great volumes of black smoke was coming towards
them, Others were following, and the girl crept closer to him,

"Now, Bill-now. Quick-you promised."

He drew his clasp knife, and opened the big blade. The sweat was pouring off his forehead, his hand
was shaking like that of a man with the ague. And he was just nerving himself for the supreme
effort, when suddenly, clear and distinct there came a sound that made him pause. It was faint but
unmistakable, it was the siren of the yacht. And who could be blowing it?

The monsters paused, the prisoners dimly outlined in the smoky light sat up listening. Steadily it
went on blaring, long, long, long, long, short, long. Over and over again, until the meaning dawned
on Bill. The morse code, O.K. Someone was sending those two letters into the night; who could it be
but Jim Maitland? And with almost a sob of relief he replaced his knife in his pocket. In view of
that message there was still hope.

An Dolachán Feasa

Island of Terror

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