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Updated: June 15, 2025
Skirting the reeds he raced at full speed along the edge of the swamp, keeping at the foot of the slope which ran down to the marsh, but heading away from the spot where Saya Chone and his attendant Kachins were posted. The torture of that journey through the swamp was a thing which Jack never forgot. The mosquitoes worked their way into every crevice of the tunic he had folded about his head.
The chamber assigned to the young ladies seemed half oratory and half sleeping-room, with a strange mingling of the convent in the bare white walls, hung only with crucifixes and religious emblems, and of the seraglio in the glimpses of lazy figures, reclining in the deshabille of short silken saya, low camisa, and dropping slippers.
Haydon, "just at the moment of our hardest trial and greatest danger. Me Dain, old fellow, we are enormously indebted to you." Father and son shook hands with the Burman and thanked him over and over again, and Me Dain grinned all over his broad, pleasant face. "Better get on," he said, "Saya Chone not far away yet."
"If either of you speak another word," said the half-caste smoothly, "I'll gag you till you choke." Jack and his father knew that much significance lay under the quiet words, and they remained silent. U Saw and Saya Chone now spoke together in a low tone, and then father and son were brought face to face.
Then the two immense creatures, head braced to head and tusks locked in tusks, began a steady trial of strength, each striving to force the other back. Now Saya Chone plucked out his heavy revolver, and, leaning over the edge of the howdah, began to fire swiftly into the head and body of the savage "rogue."
"The plain of Cumana," saya Humboldt, "presents a remarkable phenomenon, after heavy rains. The moistened earth, when heated by the rays of the sun, diffuses the musky odor common in the torrid zone to animals of very different classes, to the jaguar, the small species of tiger-cat, the cabiai, the gallinazo vulture, the crocodile, the viper, and the rattlesnake.
Saya Chone turned with a grin and spoke to one of the Kachins. The latter at once whipped off his turban, unrolled it and folded it over Jack's eyes, and so the latter was led down the slope. "Now you can look," said a mocking voice, and the turban was whipped aside. Jack gave a cry of horror. He could not help it. He had meant to restrain all signs of feeling, but this was too much.
Saya Chone had far outrun his companion, and the half-caste disappeared among the trees as the "rogue" began to trample upon the driver, whose frightful screams were silenced as both breath and life itself were swiftly crushed out of the body, so soon made pulp under those huge round feet.
The haunting terror of the vision was beyond all description. Jack tried to speak, to ask what had done this fearful thing. But his dried tongue refused its office; it clung to the roof of his mouth. The half-caste at his shoulder now broke into a chuckling laugh. "He looks pretty, does he not?" said Saya Chone. "And you see nothing has happened but what I said. He has been tied here all night."
The half-caste ambled ahead on a pony, Jack and four of U Saw's retainers followed behind, and that was the whole of the party. As they approached the edge of the declivity which ran down towards the swamp, the sound of a loud, measured voice came through the air. Saya Chone started, touched his pony with his heel, and cantered forward.
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