“Now, what about the yacht?” inquired MacAndrew. “We mustn’t be caught here. It is impossible to say how soon the troops may be after us. There is a guard-house in Aniwa Bay; and they are certain to know before long, that a man has escaped from Dui and is heading this way.”
“The yacht will be within signalling distance of this hut to-night at midnight,” said Browne. “And you can see for yourself there are some rockets in that corner which I can fire. Then, within half an hour, she will send a boat ashore.”
“Good,” he remarked in a tone of approval. “Very good. You are the sort of man I like to do business with. For my part, I shall not be sorry to get out of this.” He pointed to his disguise.
“I dare say you will not,” answered Browne. “You have succeeded wonderfully well. I cannot tell you how much obliged I am to you.”
“I am equally obliged to you,” said MacAndrew, “so we can cry quits. I flatter myself that, all things considered, it has been a pretty good escape; but I could tell you of one or two which have been better. We mustn’t shout too soon, however; we are not out of the wood yet.” As he spoke he mixed himself another glass of grog and lit a cigar, the smoke of which he puffed through his nose with the enjoyment of a man, to whom such a luxury had been forbidden for some time past. Browne followed his example, and the two men smoked in silence, while the exNihilist snored on the bed in the corner. Hour after hour they talked on. As Browne had suspected, MacAndrew proved the most interesting companion in the world. His life had been one long series of hairbreadth escapes; he had fought both for civilization and against it; had sold his services to native sultans and rajahs, had penetrated into the most dangerous places, and had met the most extraordinary people. Strange to relate, with it all, he had still preserved the air of a gentleman.
“Oxford man?” asked Browne after a moment’s pause, without taking his eyes off the fire, and still speaking in the same commonplace tone. The other mentioned the name of a certain well-known college. Both felt that there was no more to be said, and they accordingly relapsed into silence.
“Rum thing this world of ours, isn’t it?” said MacAndrew after a little while. “Look at me. I started with everything in my favour; eldest son, fine old place in the country, best of society; for all I know I might have ended my days as a J.P. and member for my county. The Fates, however, were against it; in consequence I am sitting here to-night, disguised as a Russian fur-trader. It’s a bit of a transformation scene — isn’t it? I wonder what my family would say if they could see me?”
“I wonder what some of my friends would say if they could see me?” continued Browne. “If I’d been told a year ago that I should be doing this sort of thing, I should never have believed it. We never know what’s in store for us, do we? By the way, what’s the time?” He consulted his watch, and discovered that it only wanted ten minutes of twelve o’clock. “In ten minutes we’ll fire the first rocket,” he said. “It’s to be hoped it’s clear weather. Let us pray that there’s not another vessel outside, who, seeing our signal, may put in and send a boat to discover what is the matter.”
“You’re quite sure that the yacht will be there, I suppose?” asked MacAndrew.
“As sure as I can be,” replied Browne. “I told my captain to hang about at night, and to look round this coast at midnight, so that if we did signal he might be ready. Of course, there’s no saying what may have turned up; but we must hope for the best. How is our friend yonder?”
MacAndrew crossed the hut and bent over the man lying on the bed. He was still sleeping.
“Poor beggar! he is quite played out,” said the other. “It will be a long time before he will forget his tramp with me. I had to carry him the last three miles on my back, like a kiddy; and in that thick scrub it’s no joke, I can assure you.”
Though Browne was quite able to agree with him, he did not give the matter much consideration. He was thinking of Katherine and of the meeting, that was shortly to take place between the father and daughter. At last, after what seemed an infinity of waiting, the hands of his watch stood at midnight. Having acquainted MacAndrew with his intention, he took up a rocket, opened the door of the hut, and went outside. To his intense relief, the fog had drawn off, and the stars were shining brightly. Not a sound was to be heard, save the sighing of the wind in the trees behind the hut, and the clinking of the ice on the northern side of the bay. To the southward it was all clear water, and it was there that Mason had arranged to send the boat.
“To be or not to be?” murmured Browne, as he struck the match and applied it to the rocket. There was an instant’s pause, and then a tongue of fire flashed into the darkness, soaring up and up, until it broke in a myriad of coloured lights overhead. It seemed to Browne, while he waited and watched, as if the beating of his heart might be heard at least a mile away. Then suddenly, from far out at sea, came a flash of light, which told him that his signal had been observed.
“They see us,” he cried in a tone of delight. “They are getting the boat under way by this time, I expect, and in less than an hour we shall be on board. We had better get ready as soon as possible.” With that they turned into the hut once more, and MacAndrew shook the sleeping man upon the bed.
“Wake up, little father,” he cried in Russian. “It’s time for you to say good-bye to Saghalien.”
The instantaneous obedience, which had so long been a habit with him, brought the man to his feet immediately. Browne, however, could see that he scarcely realized what was required of him.
“Come,” said Browne, “it is time for us to be off. Your daughter is anxiously awaiting you.”
“Ah, to be sure — to be sure,” replied the other in French. “My dear daughter. Forgive me if I do not seem to realize that I shall see her so soon. Is it possible she will know me after all these long years? When last I saw her she was but a little child.”
“Her heart, however, is the same,” answered Browne. “I can assure you that she has treasured your memory as few daughters would have done. Indeed, it is to her, more than any one else, that you owe your escape. But for her endeavours you would be in Dui now. But let us be off; we are wasting our time talking here when we should be making ourselves scarce.”
“But what about these things?” asked MacAndrew, pointing to the books on the table, the crockery on the shelf, and the hundred and one other things in the hut. “What do you intend doing with them?”
“I scarcely know,” replied Browne. “The better plan would be for us to take with us what we can carry and leave the rest. If they are of no other use, they will at least give whoever finds them something to think about.”
“I wish him joy of his guesses,” rejoined MacAndrew, as he led the old man out of the hut.
Browne remained behind to put out the lamp. As he did so a smile passed over his face. How foolish it seemed to be taking precautions, when he would, in all human probability, never see the place again! The fire upon the hearth was burning merrily. Little by little it would grow smaller, the flames would die down, a mass of glowing embers would follow, then it would gradually grow black, and connection with the place would be done with for ever and a day. Outside it was brilliant starlight, and for this reason they were able easily to pick their way down the path towards the place where Captain Mason had promised to have the boat.
So weak was the old man, however, that it took something like half an hour to overcome even the short distance they had to go. He could scarcely have done as much had not MacAndrew and Browne lent him their support. At last they reached the water’s edge, where, to their joy, they found the boat awaiting them.
“Is that you, Phillips?” inquired Browne.
“Yes, sir, it’s me,” the third mate replied. “Captain Mason sent us away directly your signal was sighted.”
“That’s right,” said Browne. “Now, just keep your boat steady while we help this gentleman aboard.”
The boat’s crew did their best to keep her in position while MacAndrew and Browne lifted Monsieur Petrovitch in. It was a difficult business, but at last they succeeded; then, pushing her off, they started for the yacht. For some time no............