The break in question was on the northern bank of the river—that is to say, on the same side as the creek of which we were in quest; and when first sighted it was about a quarter of a mile distant. As we drew nearer to it I saw that a deep-water channel led straight to it from the main deep-water channel, at a point about half a cable’s-length distant; and I kept my eye upon the spot, as the creek gradually opened out, for I could not help thinking that it presented an almost ideal spot wherein a slaver might conceal herself. And, as I watched, I suddenly saw a column of thick smoke shoot up above the tree tops at a point that I estimated to be not much more than two hundred yards from the mouth of the creek, and in the direction toward which the latter seemed to be trending, while at the same moment the blare of horns and the dub-a-dub-dub of tom-toms was borne faintly to our ears by the fitful breeze.
“Oars!” cried I sharply. “Silence, fore and aft, and listen all of you!”
The men instantly laid upon their oars, and as the boat went surging along with the “way” that she had on her, we all distinctly heard, above the quiet lap and gurgle of the water against her planking, the sounds of which I have spoken, with an occasional swelling of the sound which conveyed the idea of many human voices raised in a monotonous kind of chant.
“How much farther do you say this creek of yours is, Higgins?” I demanded.
“Why, sir,” answered the man, “I should say as it’s the best part of a mile higher up. Ain’t it, Mike?”
“Ay, about that, I should think,” answered Mike, swinging round on his thwart and shading his eyes with his hand as his gaze searchingly swept the river bank. And the other three escaped mutineers expressed a like opinion.
“And what was the general trend of the direction which you took when you followed the savages?” asked I.
“Why,” answered Higgins, instantly catching my meaning, “it was westerly, sir; wasn’t it, Mike? Don’t ye remember that the run of the creek itself was some’at down-stream? And when we went a’ter the savages we kept on bearin’ away towards the left, didn’t we? Depend on’t, sir, that there smoke is where the village lies, and that row that we hears is made by the savages doorin’ the tormentin’ of one of our pore unfort’nit shipmates!”
I was of the same opinion myself. That creek away on our port bow appeared to lead so nearly in a direct line toward the point from which the smoke was rising, and seemed to offer such a temptingly short cut to the village where the diabolical work was undoubtedly going forward, that I determined to take the slight risk of being mistaken, and make for it forthwith. I therefore gave the coxswain orders to starboard his helm a bit and feel his way cautiously in over the mud, and the oarsmen to give way and keep strict silence.
In another minute, or less, we had passed out of the main deep-water channel, and were gliding through the shallow water that covered the flat mud-banks on either side of the stream, the men dipping their oars deep at every stroke to get timely warning of our approach to water not deep enough to float the boat.