The Fourth Man (2)

By: John Russell
April 25, 2015


From the nineteen-teens until his death in 1956, American author and explorer John Russell wrote dozens of adventure yarns for such magazines as The Golden Book, Argosy, and The Saturday Evening Post. I first came across “The Fourth Man” (Collier’s, Jan 6. 1917) in The Pocket Book of Adventure Stories (1945, ed. Philip Van Doren Stern), when I was an adolescent in the early ’80s. It’s one of the greatest tales of suspense ever. Enjoy!



“Wait till you’ve got your two feet on a pave, my boy. That will be the time to talk of freedom. What? Suppose there came a storm.”

“It is not the season of storms,” observed Dubosc.

But The Parrot’s word had given them a check. Such spirits as these, to whom the land had been a horror, would be slow to feel the terror of the sea. Back there they had left the festering limbo of a convict colony, oblivion. Out here they had reached the rosy threshold of the big round world again. They were men raised from the dead, charged with all the furious appetites of lost years, with the savor of life strong and sweet on their lips. And yet they paused and looked about in quickened perception, with the clutch at the throat that takes the landsman on big waters. The spaces were so wide and empty. The voices in their ears were so strange and murmurous. There was a threat in each wave that came from the depths, a sinister vibration. None of them knew the sea. None knew its ways, what tricks it might play, what traps it might spread — more deadly than those of the jungle.

The raft was running now before a brisk chop with alternate spring and wallow, while the froth bubbled in over the prow and ran down among them as they sat. “Where is that cursed ship that was to meet us here?” demanded Fenayrou.

1900s steamer

“It will meet us right enough.” Dubosc spoke carelessly, though behind the blown wisp of his cigarette he had been searching the outer horizon with keen glance. “This is the day, as agreed. We will be picked up off the mouth of the river.”

“You say,” growled Perroquet. “But where is any river now? Or any mouth? Sacred name! this wind will blow us to China if we keep on.”

“We dare not lie in any closer. There is a government launch at Torrien. Also the traders go armed hereabouts, ready for chaps like us. And don’t imagine that the native trackers have given us up. They are likely to be following still in their proas.”

“So far!”

Fenayrou laughed, for The Parrot’s dread of their savage enemies had a morbid tinge.

“Take care, Perroquet. They will eat you yet.”

“Is it true?” demanded the other, appealing to Dubosc. “I have heard it is even permitted these devils to keep all runaways they can capture — Name of God! — to fatten on.”


“An idle tale,” smiled Dubosc. “They prefer the reward. But one hears of convicts being badly mauled. There was a forester who made a break from Baie du Sud and came back lacking an arm. Certainly these people have not lost the habit of cannibalism.”

“Piecemeal,” chuckled Fenayrou. “They will only sample you, Perroquet. Let them make a stew of your brains. You would miss nothing.”

But The Parrot swore.

“Name of a name — what brutes!” he said, and by a gesture recalled the presence of that fourth man who was of their party and yet so completely separated from them that they had almost forgotten him.

The Canaque was steering the raft. He sat crouched at the stern, his body glistening like varnished ebony with spray. He held the steering paddle, immobile as an image, his eyes fixed upon the course ahead.

There was no trace whatever of expression on his face, no hint of what he thought or felt or whether he thought or felt anything. He seemed not even aware of their regard, and each one of them experienced somehow that twinge of uneasiness with which the white always confronts his brother of color — this enigma brown or yellow or black he is fated never wholly to understand or to fathom….

“It occurs to me,” said Fenayrou, in a pause, “that our friend here who looks like a shiny boot is able to steer us God knows where. Perhaps to claim the reward.”


“Reassure yourself,” answered Dubosc. “He steers by my order. Besides, it is a simple creature — an infant, truly, incapable of any but the most primitive reasoning.”

“Is he incapable of treachery?”

“Of any that would deceive us. Also, he is bound by his duty. I made my bargain with his chief, up the river, and this one is sent to deliver us on board our ship. It is the only interest he has in us.”

“And he will do it?”

“He will do it. Such is the nature of the native.”

“I am glad you feel so,” returned Fenayrou, adjusting himself indolently among the drier reeds and nursing the last of his cigarette. “For my part I wouldn’t trust a figurehead like that for two sous. Mazette! What a monkey face!”

“Brute!” repeated Perroquet, and this man, sprung from some vile river-front slum of Argenteuil, whose home had been the dock pilings, the grog shop, and the jail, even this man viewed the black Canaque from an immeasurable distance with the look of hatred and contempt….



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