cause. Before a month elapsed Hassim, though still chief of an armed band, was already a fugitive. He kept up the struggle, however, with some vague notion that Lingard's arrival would turn the tide.
'For weeks we lived on wild rice; for days we fought with nothing but water in our bellies,' declaimed Jaffir in the tone of a true fire-eater.
And then he went on to relate, how, driven steadily down to the sea, Hassim, with a small band of followers, had been for days holding the stockade by the waterside.
'But every night some men disappeared,' confessed Jaffir. 'They were weary and hungry and they went to eat with their enemies. We are only ten now—ten men and a woman with the heart of a man, who are tonight starving, and to-morrow shall die swiftly. We saw your ship afar all day; but you have come too late. And for fear of treachery and lest harm should befall you—his friend—the Rajah gave me the ring and I crept on my stomach over the sand, and I swam in the night—and I, Jaffir, the best swimmer in Wajo, and the slave of Hassim, tell you—his message to you is 'Depart and forget'—and this is his gift—take!'
He caught hold suddenly of Lingard's hand, thrust roughly into it the ring, and then for the first time looked round the cabin with wondering but fearless eyes. They lingered over the semicircle of bayonets and rested fondly on musket-racks. He grunted in admiration.
'Ya-wa, this is strength!' he murmured as if to himself. 'But it has come too late.'
'Perhaps not,' cried Lingard.
'Too late,' said Jaffir, 'we are ten only, and at sunrise we go out to die.' He went to the cabin door and hesitated there with a puzzled air, being unused to locks and door handles.
'What are you going to do?' asked Lingard.
'I shall swim back,' replied Jaffir. 'The message is spoken and the night can not last forever.'
'You can stop with me,' said Lingard, looking at the man searchingly.
'Hassim waits,' was the curt answer.
'Did he tell you to return?' asked Lingard.
'No! What need?' said the other in a surprised tone.
Lingard seized his hand impulsively.
'If I had ten men like you!' he cried.
'We are ten, but they are twenty to one,' said Jaffir, simply.
Lingard opened the door.
'Do you want anything that a man can give?' he asked.
The Malay had a moment of hesitation, and Lingard noticed the sunken eyes, the prominent ribs, and the worn-out look of the man.
'Speak out,' he urged with a smile; 'the bearer of a gift must have a reward.'
'A drink of water and a handful of rice for strength to reach the shore,' said Jaffir sturdily. 'For over there'—he tossed his head—'we had nothing to eat to-day.'
'You shall have it—give it to you with my own hands,' muttered Lingard.
He did so, and thus lowered himself in Jaffir's estimation for a time. While the messenger, squatting on the floor, ate without haste but with considerable earnestness, Lingard thought out a plan of action. In his ignorance as to the true state of affairs in the country, to save Hassim from the immediate danger of his position was all that he could reasonably attempt. To that end Lingard proposed to swing out his long-boat and send her close inshore to take off Hassim and his men. He knew enough of Malays to feel sure that on such a night the besiegers, now certain of success, and being, Jaffir said, in possession of everything that could float, would not be very vigilant, especially on the sea front of the stockade. The very fact of Jaffir having managed to swim off undetected proved that much. The brig's boat could—when the frequency of lightning abated—approach unseen close to the beach, and the defeated party, either stealing out one by one or making a rush in a body, would embark and be received in the brig.
This plan was explained to Jaffir, who heard it without the slightest mark of interest, being apparently too busy eating. When the last grain of rice was gone, he stood up, took a long pull at the water bottle, muttered: 'I hear. Good. I will tell Hassim,' and tightening the rag round his loins, prepared to go. 'Give me time to swim ashore,' he said, 'and when the boat starts, put another light beside the one that burns now like a star above your vessel. We shall see and understand. And don't send the boat till there is less lightning: a boat is bigger than a man in the water. Tell the rowers to pull for the palm-grove and cease when an oar, thrust down with a strong arm, touches the bottom. Very soon they will hear our hail; but if no one comes they must go away before daylight. A chief may prefer death to life, and we who are left are all of true heart. Do you understand, O big man?'
'The chap has plenty of sense,' muttered Lingard to himself, and when they stood side by side on the deck, he said: 'But there may be enemies on the beach, O Jaffir, and they also may shout to deceive my men. So let your hail be Lightning! Will you remember?'
For a time Jaffir seemed to be choking.
'Lit-ing! Is that right? I say—is that right, O strong man?' Next moment he appeared upright and shadowy on the rail.
'Yes. That's right. Go now,' said Lingard, and Jaffir leaped off, becoming invisible long before he struck the water. Then there was a splash; after a while a spluttering voice cried faintly, 'Lit-ing! Ah, ha!' and suddenly the next thunder-squall burst upon the coast. In the crashing flares of light Lingard had again and again the quick vision of a white beach, the inclined palm-trees of the grove, the stockade by the sea, the forest far away: a vast landscape mysterious and still—Hassim's native country sleeping unmoved under the wrath and fire of Heaven.
IV
A Traveller visiting Wajo to-day may, if he deserves the confidence of the common people, hear the traditional account of the last civil war, together with the legend of a chief and his sister, whose mother had been a great princess suspected of sorcery and on her death-bed had communicated to these two the secrets of the art of magic. The chief's sister especially, 'with the aspect of a child and the fearlessness of a great fighter,' became skilled in
