In the Depths of the Dark Continent; or, The Vengeance of Van Vincent Read online

  CHAPTER X.

  DOWN THE RIVER.

  As Van Vincent fell from his horse his companions immediately dismountedand rushed to his side.

  But before they reached him he was upon his feet, though he appeared tobe somewhat dazed.

  It was Doc Clancy who fired the shot, but, instead of killing our hero,the bullet merely grazed the side of his head, momentarily stunning him.

  As soon as he saw that Van was not killed, Lank Edwards leveled hisrifle at the raft and pulled the trigger.

  But the bullet flew wide of the mark, owing to the fact of his being apoor marksman, and the distance being rather great.

  The current must have been running pretty strong, for the raft was fastleaving them, and as the two villains had sought seclusion behind a hugelog, it was impossible to get another shot at them.

  "We must follow them," exclaimed our hero, who had now recovered thefull use of his senses.

  "How are we a-goin' ter, I'd like ter know?" returned the mate.

  "There are similar rafts of logs here, are there not?"

  "That's so," spoke up Jack Howard. "We'll board this big one right here,and then push her off and go shooting down the river after thosefellows."

  The raft he indicated was about eighty feet long by thirty in width, andit was lashed together so firmly that they saw their horses could betaken upon it with the greatest of safety.

  With our friends it was no sooner said than done.

  The next moment they were leading their horses upon the logs, and Vanand Jack got ready to sever the vines that held the raft to the shore.

  There were several long poles, as well as some short pieces of timber,lying upon it, and seizing a couple of the poles, they pushed off towardthe center of the stream.

  Ten minutes later they were drifting rapidly along with the current inthe wake of Doc Clancy, who was now over half a mile ahead of them.

  Van and Jack proceeded to steer the huge craft, while their companionsundertook the task of rolling the loose logs into a pile on either side,to serve as a cover against the possible attack from any persons oneither shore.

  They knew there must be human beings in the vicinity, or they wouldnever have found the rafts as they were.

  "I wonder what river this is?" remarked Jack Howard. "With the exceptionof ourselves and the two ahead of us, I believe we are the onlycivilized people who have ever floated upon its waters."

  "I am perfectly satisfied on that point," returned Prof. Drearland."Suppose we name it after you, Jack?"

  "That's it," echoed Van. "Call it Howard River."

  The rest of the party agreed to this, so the stream was named, as far asour friends were concerned.

  Rifles in hand, the floating party kept a good watch on either shore.

  As they reached a bend, round which the other raft had disappeared, theywere suddenly startled by hearing a loud trumpeting noise.

  At first they thought it was a company of soldiers they wereapproaching, but a moment's study told them that such a thing wasutterly out of the question.

  "I know what caused that noise," said Joe, who had been listeningattentively. "It was made by a herd of elephants; I have heard thembefore."

  "Gracious! you don't say so!" exclaimed the professor, with a look ofalarm on his face. "You don't think there is any danger of theirswimming out and attacking us, do you?"

  "You can't tell what might happen, old man," spoke up Jack Howard, in aserious tone. "You'd better have your rifle ready."

  As if to verify his words, a violent crashing was heard in theunderbrush that lined the shore at that point, and the next moment aherd of eight elephants suddenly appeared and entered the water.

  "If we don't want them to bother us, the best thing for us to do is toremain perfectly quiet," said Van.

  "That is it," returned Joe.

  The huge animals had evidently come to the river for the purpose oftaking a bath, for they merely waded off a few feet and then proceededto enjoy themselves after their own fashion.

  They did not appear to notice the raft at all, and soon they were lostto sight as our friends drifted around a bend.

  Prof. Drearland drew a long breath of relief. He evidently was very muchafraid of the elephants.

  When the raft had drifted perhaps five miles down the river the sight ofcultivated fields met the eyes of our friends.

  While they were speculating as to what would be the next thing to turnup they were startled to hear the reports of firearms down the river.

  "That is Doc Clancy, I'll wager!" exclaimed Van. "Some of the nativeshave attacked the raft."

  "You are right," returned Jack. "Now we must look out for squalls."

  The further they drifted the narrower the stream became, while thecurrent kept on increasing in force.

  The mass of timber was now floating along at the rate of at least tenmiles an hour.

  Presently the explorers came in sight of a large village of log houses,situated near the river bank.

  Hundreds of white people could be seen about the vicinity, and ourfriends at once concluded that this was the nation to whom the Amazonsbelonged.

  Van caused their horses to lie down on the logs, and then all handsdropped from sight behind the timbers that had been piled up for thatpurpose.

  A crowd of the natives were already at the edge of the water, and bytheir actions they seemed to be in a great state of excitement.

  As our friends rapidly neared them, a shout went up from the crowd, andthey proceeded to push off a number of canoes.

  The next minute fully a dozen were making for the raft.

  The natives were armed with spears and ugly-looking knives, so ourfriends thought it best not to allow them to land upon the raft.

  As the foremost canoe neared them, Jack Howard fired a shot from hisrifle, taking a lock of hair from the head of one of the men.

  In an instant a wild howl went up from the occupants of the canoes andthose on the shore.

  The rifle shot was evidently too much for them to understand, since theywere unable to see our friends.

  The canoes put back for shore with all possible speed.

  "I guess they won't trouble us much," remarked our hero. "But I believewe are drifting into danger, for all that."

  "Why so?" asked Dr. Pestle.

  "Because the way this current runs leads me to believe that there mustbe a falls close by."

  "Then we'd better get ashore," remarked Lank Edwards.

  "If we do that we will get into trouble. See! both sides of the riverare lined with the white savages."

  "Well," said Van, after a pause, "I think we had better stick to theraft as long as it holds together under us."

  Our hero's words seemed to satisfy all hands, so they settled down andwatched the shore, which was flitting by them so rapidly.

  In half an hour the country no longer looked as though it was inhabited.

  The scene was now one of wild grandeur--sublime and picturesque.

  The stream had narrowed down to twice the width of the raft, and ourfriends knew that it was only a question of a short time before it wouldstrike the shore and be split asunder.

  Yet they dared not leave it. To trust themselves in the boiling, surgingwaters which were now running with the speed of a race horse, meantnothing but death itself.

  With pale faces the little party waited.

  Fifteen minutes later they saw that their journey upon the raft of logswas about ended.

  About two hundred yards ahead of them the stream was so narrow that theraft would not be able to get through in its present shape.

  "Mount your horses and make for the stern!" exclaimed Van. "We must taketo the water now, and we will stand more show with the animals thanwithout them."