I do not know whether the wily chief had made up his mind to see more of us or not; but at any rate he looked at me very fiercely as though determined to carry his point, and then replied that there was but one law--which was that Yamba should be confiscated for poaching, whether the crime was intentional on her part or not.So emphatically was this said that I began to think I had really lost my faithful companion for ever.As this awful thought grew upon me, and I pondered over the terrible past, I made up my mind that if necessary I would lose my own life in her defence, and to this end I adopted a very haughty attitude, which caused the chief suddenly to discover a kind of by-law to the effect that in such cases as this one the nearest relative of the prisoner might win her back by fighting for her.This, of course, was what I wanted, above all things--particularly as the old chief had not as yet seen me use my wonderful weapons.And as I felt certain he would choose throwing spears, I knew that victory was mine.He selected, with a critical eye, three well-made spears, whilst I chose three arrows, which I purposely brandished aloft, so as to give my opponent the impression that they were actually small spears, and were to be thrown, as such, javelin-fashion.The old chief and his blacks laughed heartily and pityingly at this exhibition, and ridiculed the idea that I could do any damage with such toy weapons.
The demeanour of the chief himself was eloquent of the good-humoured contempt in which he held me as an antagonist; and a distance of twenty paces having been measured out, we took our places and prepared for the dramatic encounter, upon which depended something more precious to me than even my own life.Although outwardly cool and even haughty, I was really in a state of most terrible anxiety.I fixed my eyes intently upon the spare but sinewy chief, and without moving a muscle allowed him to throw his spears first.The formidable weapons came whizzing through the air with extraordinary rapidity one after the other; but long experience of the weapon and my own nimbleness enabled me to avoid them.But no sooner had I stepped back into position for the third time than, with lightning dexterity, I unslung my bow and let fly an arrow at my antagonist which I had purposely made heavier than usual by weighting it with fully an ounce of gold.Naturally he failed to see the little feathered shaft approach, and it pierced him right in the fleshy part of the left thigh--exactly where Iintended.The chief leaped from the ground more in surprise than pain, as though suddenly possessed by an evil spirit.His warriors, too, were vastly impressed.As blood was drawn in this way, honour and the law were alike supposed to be satisfied, so Yamba was immediately restored to me, trembling and half afraid to credit her own joyful senses.
My readers will, perhaps, wonder why these cannibal savages did not go back on their bargain and refuse to give her up, even after Ihad vanquished their chief in fair fight; but the honourable course they adopted is attributable solely to their own innate sense of fair-play, and their admiration for superior prowess and skill.
Why, when the chief had recovered from his astonishment he came up to me, and greeted me warmly, without even taking the trouble to remove my arrow from his bleeding thigh! We became the very best of friends; and Yamba and I stayed with him for some days as his guests.When at length we were obliged to leave, he gave me quite an imposing escort, as though I were a powerful friendly chief who had done him a great service!
