What the self-sufficient German could not see was plain to Jane Clayton--that the sympathies of Obergatz' native soldiers lay with the villagers and that all were so heartily sickened by his abuse that it needed now but the slightest spark to detonate the mine of revenge and hatred that the pig-headed Hun had been assiduously fabricating beneath his own person.
And at last it came, but from an unexpected source in the form of a German native deserter from the theater of war.Footsore, weary, and spent, he dragged himself into the village late one afternoon, and before Obergatz was even aware of his presence the whole village knew that the power of Germany in Africa was at an end.It did not take long for the lieutenant's native soldiers to realize that the authority that held them in service no longer existed and that with it had gone the power to pay them their miserable wage.Or at least, so they reasoned.To them Obergatz no longer represented aught else than a powerless and hated foreigner, and short indeed would have been his shrift had not a native woman who had conceived a doglike affection for Jane Clayton hurried to her with word of the murderous plan, for the fate of the innocent white woman lay in the balance beside that of the guilty Teuton.
"Already they are quarreling as to which one shall possess you,"
she told Jane.
"When will they come for us?" asked Jane."Did you hear them say?"
"Tonight," replied the woman, "for even now that he has none to fight for him they still fear the white man.And so they will come at night and kill him while he sleeps."
Jane thanked the woman and sent her away lest the suspicion of her fellows be aroused against her when they discovered that the two whites had learned of their intentions.The woman went at once to the hut occupied by Obergatz.She had never gone there before and the German looked up in surprise as he saw who his visitor was.
Briefly she told him what she had heard.At first he was inclined to bluster arrogantly, with a great display of bravado but she silenced him peremptorily.
"Such talk is useless," she said shortly."You have brought upon yourself the just hatred of these people.Regardless of the truth or falsity of the report which has been brought to them, they believe in it and there is nothing now between you and your Maker other than flight.We shall both be dead before morning if we are unable to escape from the village unseen.If you go to them now with your silly protestations of authority you will be dead a little sooner, that is all."
"You think it is as bad as that?" he said, a noticeable alteration in his tone and manner.
"It is precisely as I have told you," she replied."They will come tonight and kill you while you sleep.Find me pistols and a rifle and ammunition and we will pretend that we go into the jungle to hunt.That you have done often.Perhaps it will arouse suspicion that I accompany you but that we must chance.And be sure my dear Herr Lieutenant to bluster and curse and abuse your servants unless they note a change in your manner and realizing your fear know that you suspect their intention.If all goes well then we can go out into the jungle to hunt and we need not return.
"But first and now you must swear never to harm me, or otherwise it would be better that I called the chief and turned you over to him and then put a bullet into my own head, for unless you swear as I have asked I were no better alone in the jungle with you than here at the mercies of these degraded blacks."
"I swear," he replied solemnly, "in the names of my God and my Kaiser that no harm shall befall you at my hands, Lady Greystoke."
"Very well," she said, "we will make this pact to assist each other to return to civilization, but let it be understood that there is and never can be any semblance even of respect for you upon my part.I am drowning and you are the straw.Carry that always in your mind, German."
If Obergatz had held any doubt as to the sincerity of her word it would have been wholly dissipated by the scathing contempt of her tone.And so Obergatz, without further parley, got pistols and an extra rifle for Jane, as well as bandoleers of cartridges.In his usual arrogant and disagreeable manner he called his servants, telling them that he and the white kali were going out into the brush to hunt.The beaters would go north as far as the little hill and then circle back to the east and in toward the village.
The gun carriers he directed to take the extra pieces and precede himself and Jane slowly toward the east, waiting for them at the ford about half a mile distant.The blacks responded with greater alacrity than usual and it was noticeable to both Jane and Obergatz that they left the village whispering and laughing.
"The swine think it is a great joke," growled Obergatz, "that the afternoon before I die I go out and hunt meat for them."
As soon as the gun bearers disappeared in the jungle beyond the village the two Europeans followed along the same trail, nor was there any attempt upon the part of Obergatz' native soldiers, or the warriors of the chief to detain them, for they too doubtless were more than willing that the whites should bring them in one more mess of meat before they killed them.
A quarter of a mile from the village, Obergatz turned toward the south from the trail that led to the ford and hurrying onward the two put as great a distance as possible between them and the village before night fell.They knew from the habits of their erstwhile hosts that there was little danger of pursuit by night since the villagers held Numa, the lion, in too great respect to venture needlessly beyond their stockade during the hours that the king of beasts was prone to choose for hunting.