"For God's sake, what has happened? "I cried, rushing forward to seize her in my arms.She raised her right hand above her head and, as I had almost reached her, threw something full in my face!
Instinctively I struck at it with my walking-stick, and it fell in the grass at my feet, - it was a young Indian cobra - Naja tripudians - a serpent of the deadliest sort.I did not pause to reason how this sweet angel had been so quickly changed into a venomous fiend, although the thought that somehow she had been led to think me false to her, and that this act was the swift vengeance of her hot Eastern blood, flashed momentarily through my mind, - all that could be explained as soon as I had her nestling in my arms.
I reached forward to embrace her, but she struck me in the face and fled! For an instant my heart stood still.It seemed to me it would never start, but it soon began to throb again like a thing of lead, and the blood it pumped was cold, for the winter had closed in upon it.The elasticity of my life, that ineffable resiliency of the soul which makes us more than beasts of burden, was gone forever.An automaton, informed only with the material life, remained, - the spirit followed that fleeting figure down the hill.More than twenty years have passed and still the unrewarded chase continues!
But it is to facts I have to call your attention, rather than to their effects.A flutter of white muslin in the moonlit distance was all that was visible of the retreating girl when I started mechanically, and without any particular purpose in view, in pursuit of her.My path lay by the banyan tree under which we had so often sat, but every air-root seemed changed to a writhing serpent.As Ithreaded my way among them, a man stepped from behind the trunk and disputed my passage.His gigantic form was silhouetted against the mass of rock forming the entrance to the little cave.The bright moonlight did what it could to illumine that sinister face.It was Rama Ragobah! For fully a minute we stood silently face to face, each expecting the assault of the other.It was Ragobah who spoke first."She is mine, body and soul; and the English cur may find a mate in his own kennel!" He bent toward me and hissed these words in my very face.His hot breath seemed to poison me.It made me beside myself.I knew he meant to take advantage of his physical superiority and attack me, by the narrow watch he kept upon the heavy walking-stick I still carried in my right hand.He had expected I would attempt to strike with this, but my constant practice at boxing had made my fists the more natural weapon.Iwas so enraged I did not notice he was too close to use my stick to advantage.I simply acted without any thought whatever.His attitude was such, as he hissed his venom into my face, as to enable me to give him a powerful "upper cut" under the jaw.This, as Iwas so much lighter than he, was the most effective blow I could deliver; yet, although it took him off his feet, it did not disable him.I had not succeeded in placing it as I had intended, and it had only the effect of rendering him demoniacal.In an instant he was again upon his feet, and unsheathing a long knife.I knew it meant death for me if he were able to close with me.It was useless for me to call for help, for in those days this part of Malabar Hill was as deserted as a wilderness.Now, the very spot on which we stood is highly cultivated, and forms a part of the garden of the Blasehek villa.There, early in the eighties, as the guest of the hospitable Herr Blasehek, Professor Ernst Haeckel botanised a week, on his way to Ceylon.Now, in response to a cry from his intended victim, an assassin might be frustrated by assistance from a dozen bungalows, but at the time of which I write, the victim, if he were wise, saved his breath for the struggle which he knew he must make unaided.
Ragobah paused, and coolly bared his right arm to the elbow.There was a studied deliberation in his movements, which said only too plainly: "There is no hurry in killing you, for you cannot escape."I grasped my stick firmly as my only hope, and awaited his onslaught.
