'Nonsense. It would be madness. Oakley's obviously useless. He's sure to have a temperature in a few hours. He'd only be in the way. That leaves nine guns. There are a hundred and fifty Chinese and they've got fire-arms and all the ammunition in the world.'
'How d'you know?'
'It stands to reason they wouldn't have started a show like this unless they had. It would be idiotic to go.'
Anne stared at him with open mouth. Oakley's eyes were puzzled.
'What are you going to do?'
'Well, fortunately we've got the launch. I'll send it to Port Wallace with a request for reinforcements.'
'But they won't be here for two days at least.'
'Well, what of it? Prynne's dead and the estate burned to the ground. We couldn't do any good by going up now. I shall send a native to reconnoitre so that we can find out exactly what the rioters are doing.' He gave Anne his charming smile. 'Believe me, my pet, the rascals won't lose anything by waiting a day or two for what's coming to them.'
Oakley opened his mouth to speak, but perhaps he hadn't the nerve. He was a half-caste assistant manager and Alban, the D.O., represented the power of the Government. But the man's eyes sought Anne's and she thought she read in them an earnest and personal appeal.
'But in two days they're capable of committing the most frightful atrocities,' she cried. 'It's quite unspeakable what they may do.'
'Whatever damage they do they'll pay for. I promise you that.'
'Oh, Alban, you can't sit still and do nothing. I beseech you to go yourself at once.'
'Don't be so silly. I can't quell a riot with eight policemen and a sergeant. I haven't got the right to take a risk of the sort. We'd have to go in boats. You don't think we could get up unobserved. The lalang along the banks is perfect cover and they could just take pot shots at us as we came along. We shouldn't have a chance.'
'I am afraid they'll only think it weakness if nothing is done for two days, sir,' said Oakley.
'When I want your opinion I'll ask for it,' said Alban acidly. 'So far as I can see when there was danger the only thing you did was to cut and run. I can't persuade myself that your assistance in a crisis would be very valuable.'
The half-caste reddened. He said nothing more. He looked straight in front of him with troubled eyes.
'I'm going down to the office,' said Alban. 'I'll just write a short report and send it down the river by launch at once.'
He gave an order to the sergeant, who had been standing all this time stiffly at the top of the steps. He saluted and ran off. Alban went into a little hall they had to get his topee. Anne swiftly followed him.
'Alban, for God's sake listen to me a minute,' she whispered.
'I don't want to be rude to you, darling, but I am pressed for time. I think you'd much better mind your own business.'
'You can't do nothing, Alban. You must go. Whatever the risk.'
'Don't be such a fool,' he said angrily.
He had never been angry with her before. She seized his hand to hold him back.
'I tell you I can do no good by going.'
'You don't know. There's the woman and Prynne's children. We must do something to save them. Let me come with you. They'll kill them.'
'They've probably killed them already.'
'Oh, how can you be so callous! If there's a chance of saving them it's your duty to try.'
'It's my duty to act like a reasonable human being. I'm not going to risk my life and my policemen's for the sake of a native woman and her half-caste brats. What sort of a damned fool do you take me for?'
'They'll say you were afraid.'
'Who?'
'Everyone in the colony.'
He smiled disdainfully.
'If you only knew what a complete contempt I have for the opinion of everyone in the colony.'
She gave him a long searching look. She had been married to him for eight years and she knew every expression of his face and every thought in his mind. She stared into his blue eyes as if they were open windows. She suddenly went quite pale. She dropped his hand and turned away. Without another word she went back on to the veranda. Her ugly little monkey face was a mask of horror.
Alban went to his office, wrote a brief account of the facts, and in a few minutes the motor launch was pounding down the river.
The next two days were endless. Escaped natives brought them news of happenings on the estate. But from their excited and terrified stories it was impossible to get an exact impression of the truth. There had been a good deal of bloodshed. The head overseer had been killed. They brought wild tales of cruelty and outrage. Anne could hear nothing of Prynne's woman and the two children. She shuddered when she thought of what might have been their fate. Alban collected as many natives as he could. They were armed with spears and swords. He commandeered boats. The situation was serious, but he kept his head. He felt that he had done all that was possible and nothing remained but for him to carry on normally. He did his offical work. He played the piano a great deal. He rode with Anne in the early morning. He appeared to have forgotten that they had had the first serious difference of opinion in the whole of their married life. He took it that Anne had accepted the wisdom of his decision. He was as amusing, cordial, and gay with her as had always been. When he spoke of the rioters it was with grim irony: when the time came to settle matters a good many of them would wish they had never been born.
'What'll happen to them?' asked Anne.
'Oh, they'll hang.' He gave a shrug of distaste. 'I hate having to be present at executions. It always makes me feel rather sick.'
He was very sympathetic to Oakley, whom they had put to bed and whom Anne was nursing. Perhaps he was sorry that in the exasperation of the moment he had spoken to him offensively, and he went out of his way to be nice to him.
Then on the afternoon of the third day, when they were drinking their coffee after luncheon, Alban's quick ears caught the sound of a motor boat approaching. At the same moment a policeman ran up to say that the government launch was sighted.
'At last,' cried Alban.
He bolted out of the house. Anne raised one of the jalousies and looked out at the river. Now the sound was quite loud and in a moment she saw the boat come round the bend. She saw Alban on the landing-stage. He got into a prahu and as the launch dropped her anchor he went on board. She told Oakley that the reinforcements had come.
'Will the D.O. go up with them when they attack?' he asked her.
'Naturally,' said Anne coldly.
'I wondered.'
Anne felt a strange feeling in her heart. For the last two days she had had to exercise all her self-control not to cry. She did not answer. She went out of the room.
A quarter of an hour later Alban returned to the bungalow with the captain of constabulary who had been sent with twenty Sikhs to deal with the rioters. Captain Stratton was a little red-faced man with a red moustache and bow legs, very hearty and dashing, whom she had met often at Port Wallace.
'Well, Mrs Torel, this is a pretty kettle of fish,' he cried, as he shook hands with her, in a loud jolly voice. 'Here I am, with my army all full of pep and ready for a scrap. Up, boys, and at 'em. Have you go anything to drink in this benighted place?'
'Boy,' she cried, smiling.
'Something long and cool and faintly alcoholic, and then I'm ready to discuss the plan of campaign.'
His breeziness was very comforting. It blew away the sullen apprehension that had seemed ever since the disaster to brood over the lost peace of the bungalow. The boy came in with a tray and Stratton mixed himself a stengah. Alban put him in possession of the facts. He told them clearly, briefly, and with precision.
'I must say I admire you,' said Stratton. 'In your place I should never have been able to resist the temptation to take my eight cops and have a whack at the blighters myself.'
'I thought it was a perfectly unjustifiable risk to take.'
'Safety first, old boy, eh, what?' said Stratton jovially, 'I'm jolly glad you didn't. It's not often we get the chance of a scrap. It would have been a dirty trick to keep the whole show to yourself.'