There was no doubt that we were prisoners. The Indians gestured for us to continue on along the path, but formed a ring of guards around us and interestingly, took away all of our knives and machetes, but left us our firearms, presumably not being aware of what they were. With poisoned arrows pointed at us, it seemed politic not to make a fight of it, at least just yet.
The path, after some distance, opened out into a clearing containing long wooden huts covered with grass and leaves. Women and children stopped what they were doing to watch our arrival. All chatter ceased and an intimidating silence hung over everything. I hoped they weren’t watching the arrival of this evening’s meal. We were pushed unceremoniously into a smaller hut on the far edge of the clearing and then left to our own devices. The only contents of the building were woven sleeping mats. Our captors took the precaution of stationing guards around the hut.
“This is a helluva mess,” said Bruce.
“Not as bad as it could be,” said Elly. “We’ve still got our weapons, after all.”
“They won’t know what they are,” Father McConahay said. All three of us agreed; it’s what we’d all been thinking. It was then that we noticed that Juan and the three porters weren’t in the hut with us. Elly explained, having noticed what had happened.
“Juan and Leon slipped off into the jungle,” he said. “I don’t know how they managed it, but one minute they were there and then they weren’t. The other two poor souls are outside.” I didn’t dare think what that might mean, hoping that this talk of cannibals was just that, talk. It was stifling in the hut and sleep soon overcame us, all except Elly, who was fretting over this latest delay. When the rest of us woke, he explained his worries.
“We’ve lost time,” he said simply. “Cordovosa’s bound to be behind us and probably travelling more quickly because he’s got our trail to follow. There was a delay by the river, another delay with your fever, Martin and now this. He could be very close. And Count von Kleinmann will be with him. The only thing that gives us an advantage is that we have the map and they might be content to follow us, let us find the mine and then do whatever they intend to do.”
“It’s all very well thinking about what they intend to do when we find the mine,” I said. “It’s what we intend to do when we find it that I’d like to know.” Elly didn’t have a chance to answer me as there was a sudden cacophony of noise outside the hut. People were shouting and screaming and, according to Elly, who risked taking a quick peek out of the hut door, running around all over the place, but he couldn’t tell what was going.
“I can’t tell what’s going on,” he began and then the noise of the crying and yelling was punctuated by the sound of firearms and shooting. The natives were in a panic and in the frenzy caused by the shooting, the guards from around the hut and run off to join the general mayhem. “I can’t see who’s doing the shooting,” Elly said, “but we’d better take our chance now. Out through the doorway and down the hut to the back into the jungle. As quick as we can. Now!” We ran for it while the natives were distracted. It was easy and we were away quickly.
It was a dramatic change entering the oppressive green semi-darkness of the lush foliage. For a few seconds, none of us could see clearly, and rather than stumble about blindly, we paused for the short time it took for our eyes to adjust. Then we moved on. The ground sloped steadily down towards the stream we had crossed the previous night. And it was there that we found Juan and Leon, with big grins on their faces. Father McConahay slapped them both on the back.
“So it was you two doing the shooting,” Bruce said. “Well done.” Both Indians looked pleased with themselves, as if they’d understood.
“Apart from one thing,” Elly said, not looking too pleased.
“What, Elly?” I asked, a little exasperated. After all, we had escaped and that was down to Juan and Leon giving us a diversion. He could at least give them some credit.
“Those shots will have carried for miles in this country,” he said. “Cordovosa and Kleinmann, if he’s with him, will have a pretty good idea of how far ahead we are.” He seemed pretty concerned about it.
“But we are still alive,” pointed out Father McConahay.
“And we are still ahead of them,” added Bruce. Elly had to concede both points, but I could tell it was grudgingly.
“We’ve got to go,” he said. “It’s certain death to stay here. They’re bound to come looking for us when they get over their fright.”
“We’ve got to get the porters out,” I said. “We can’t leave them in there. God knows what’ll happen to them.” Elly didn’t look convinced. He wanted us to get away. Then a scream, a deathly, frightening scream, broke in upon the thoughts of all of us. It was quickly followed by another. I can’t speak for Elly and Bruce, but the sound of those screams set my heart pounding. I think we were all very aware of what they meant. Father McConahay leant forward and spoke quietly to Leon, who disappeared back towards the village. He wasn’t gone long, coming back shaking his head, murmuring something to the priest, who crossed himself.
“Well, gentlemen, we don’t have to concern ourselves with going back. The two men are dead.” His voice was flat, free from emotion, but it was easy to see he was upset.
“Let’s get moving,” said Elly, but I put my hand on his arm and stopped him.
“We’ve got no supplies, Elly,” I said. “All we’ve got are the two packs Juan and Leon managed to spirit away and whatever is in that small pack you won’t take off.” Elly’s small backpack had been a source of interest to me since we left the trading post. It was always on his back and I had no idea of what was in there.
“We’ll live off the land,” he said. “Now for God’s sake, let’s get out of here before we find ourselves back in that bloody hut!”