“I’ll take care of this, Mr Greenoak,” said the latter, a rough and ready, powerful young fellow who understood the Kafirs and their language as one of themselves. “Burn the house, will they? We shall see.”
He dived inside. Hardly had he done so than a change seemed to come over the fierce and threatening crowd. Anxiously the savages3 looked this way and that, then broke into groups, conversing4 more quietly. The electricity of the storm seemed to have spent itself. Harley Greenoak still stood leaning on the railing of the stoep in easy attitude—he had, as yet, shown no weapon. Probably a patrol of Mounted Police had appeared in sight, was the thought in the minds of the others.
There was a thud of horse-hoofs approaching from behind the house, and then— No squad5 of mounted troopers appeared, only a single Kafir, an old man, riding a sorry-looking and under-sized pony6. At sight of him the mass of hitherto turbulent savages murmured respectful greeting, and a rush was made to hold his stirrup while he dismounted.
“You can put away your pistol now, Dick,” said Harley Greenoak’s quiet voice.
“Why? Have the Police turned up?” answered Dick, as he obeyed. It was significant of the absolute reliance he placed on Greenoak’s lightest word in such matters that Dick Selmes never dreamed of disputing any one of his pronouncements.
“No. Better even than that. Tyala has.”
“Who’s Tyala? Is he a chief?”
“Yes, and one of Sandili’s principal councillors. It’s a thousand pities he isn’t in Sandili’s place.”
The old man had dismounted now, and was haranguing7 the assembled Kafirs, such of them as were left, for quite half of the original rioters had melted away. Here was a thing to have happened, he told them. Children of the Great Chief to fall to rending8 each other like quarrelsome dogs, and that under the eyes of white men; just now, too, when it behoved them to stand well in the eyes of the white man.
This deliverance, however, was not exactly popular. Even the rank and venerable age of the speaker could not repress a ripple9 of resentful muttering. White men? Mere10 dogs, dogs whom they would soon send howling back to their own kraals—was the gist11 of it. But the old chief continued his rebuke12. Let them go home, he concluded, if they could not behave otherwise than as half-grown boys.
“I see before me, my friend, Kulondeka,” he added. “Now I am going to talk with a man.”
“Eulondeka”—meaning “safe”—was the name by which Harley Greenoak was known to all the Bantu tribes south of the Zambesi. The latter greeted the old chief with great cordiality, and in a moment they were deep in conversation.
“I say, I rather like the look of that old chap,” said Dick Selmes, who had skipped up on to the stoep again—he had clean forgotten his late protégé now. “Hanged if I won’t stand him a drink. Give him a good big one, MacFennel.”
“He wouldn’t touch it, Mr Selmes; no, not if you gave him twenty cows,” answered the innkeeper, with a laugh. “He’s got such an awful example before him in the shape of his big chief, old Sandili. That old soaker would think nothing of mopping up a whole bucketful of grog, and as much more as you liked to stack under his nose.”
“By Jove!” exclaimed Dick. “We’ll give him a yard of ’bacco instead—no—give him a whole roll, I’ll stand the racket.”
“Ah, that’ll fetch him,” said the other, going inside to find the required article.
“I say, Greenoak. Introduce me,” sang out Dick. “First time I’ve seen a chief, and I must have a jaw13 with him—through you, of course.”
The old man, who wore about him no insignia of chieftainship, unless it were a very old and well-worn suit of European clothes, smiled kindly14 at the young one; and remarked that he must be the son of a very great man in his own country, for he looked it. Then, as Dick handed him the big roll of Boer tobacco which MacFennel just then brought, he fairly beamed.
“Oh, MacFennel, I wish you’d give him a lot of beads15 and things out of your store,” went on Dick, “also on my own account, they’ll do fine for his wives. I expect he’s got about twenty.”
“All right, Mr Selmes. He may have more though.”
“Well, give him a good lot for each one. How many has he got, Greenoak?”
This was put, Greenoak explaining that it was the desire of the son of the great English chief to make a present to each, and in the result it transpired16 that the old Gaika had less than twenty, but certainly more than one.
So they chatted on, Harley Greenoak not omitting to tell the chief how Dick Selmes had interfered17 to protect the fallen man at the risk of his own life. The frontier was in a very disturbed state, and there was no telling what might happen. There was no telling, either, of what service the act might not prove to one or both of them in the fortunes of war, and none knew this better than the old campaigner and up-country man.
The ground was like a regular battlefield. Injured men lay around, unconscious some, and breathing heavily.
Others would never breathe again; others, too, recovering from their temporary stunning18, were raising themselves labouringly, staring stupidly around, as though anything but sure as to what had happened. Broken kerries lay about, and, here and there, a great smear19 of blood. Tyala, having filled his pipe from the new and bountiful supply he had just received, lit it and stalked around the scene of the late disorder20.
“Au! This is not good, Kulondeka,” he said. “Some will be punished for this. But the fewest lying here are Ndimba’s people. That would seem to tell that ours did not begin the fight.”
“That may or may not be, Councillor of the House of Gaika,” answered Harley Greenoak, drily. “It may only mean that the Amandhlambe are the better fighters.”
“Whau!” cried Tyala, bringing his hand to his mouth with a quizzical laugh. “Now, Kulondeka, I would ask where are better fighters than the men of the House of Gaika? Where?”
“Time will show,” was the sententious reply. And on both faces was the same dry pucker21, in both pairs of eyes the same comical glance. They understood each other.
Then the two talked “dark.” Greenoak was anxious to get at the temper and drift of thought of the Gaika clans22 under the chieftainship of the historic Sandili, all located along the border of the Cape23 Colony and within the same. Tyala, shrewd and wily, as all native politicians are, was trying to say as much as he could, and yet give away as little. It was a battle of wits. Yet, in actual fact, this chief threw all his influence into the scale for peace.
“Whau, Kulondeka, you know the Great Chief, as who, indeed, among all the peoples do you not know?” he said at last. “Well, then, why does not Ihuvumenté (Government) act accordingly? You know, and Ihuvumenté knows, that the man who has the Great Chief’s ear last has the Great Chief. Sandili does not wish for war, but his young men are hot of blood. Yet his ‘word’ is all-powerful, and the way he will send it forth—for great things are maturing—rests with who has his ear. We are talking, you and I, but what is for four ears is not for more.”
“Oh, it will go no further for me,” answered Greenoak. And then as the innkeeper appeared, with a great steaming kettle of black coffee, to which, when well sweetened, all natives are exceedingly partial, their conference ended.
The old chief’s eyes brightened, as now Dick Selmes began to display before him all the things he intended he should take home with him. There was a new blanket for himself—and for his wives, why, Dick seemed to have cleaned MacFennel’s store out of its whole stock of beads. Mouth accordions24 too, for the delectation of his younger children, shining things in gorgeous red cases—why, the delight in Tyala’s household promised to be as widespread as it was unexpected. These were made over for porterage to some of Tyala’s tribesmen who were hanging respectfully around, and then the old man got up to go.
“He is young and the son of a great man,” he said, smiling kindly at Dick. “Therefore he is generous.”
“Well, Dick, you’ve met your first Kafir chief,” said Harley Greenoak, as they watched old Tyala jogging away on his under-sized pony, a group of the late rioters in respectful attendance, some mounted, some on foot.
“Jolly old boy,” pronounced Dick, heartily25. “Are they all like that?”
For answer there was a laugh. The inquirer had met his first chief; he was destined26 soon to meet others—men of a very different stamp, and under very different circumstances. Then his question would answer itself.
“Here’s a pretty mess,” declared the innkeeper, glancing discontentedly around. “Talk about a battlefield; why, we’ve got both killed and wounded here.”
“Hallo!” sang out Dick. “Why, my chap has mizzled.”
It was even so. The man, to protect whom Dick had so impulsively27 interfered, at the risk of his life—at the risk of all their lives—was no longer to be seen. He must have been only temporarily stunned28, and, recovering consciousness, for reasons of his own had taken himself off while their attention had been centred on the old chief.
“Ungrateful beggar,” went on Dick. “He might have had the decency29 to say good-bye to us.”
“Probably he didn’t know anything of what had happened,” said Greenoak. “You must remember he was already unconscious when you put in your oar30.”
“Oh—ah, I forgot that,” rejoined Dick. And then he thought no more about it.
“I think we’ll inspan and get on,” said Greenoak. “I’ll report the affair at Komgha, and they’ll send out some police, and the doctor, if he isn’t away over the Kei, that is. Well, Dick, we’ve started you with the sight of a first-class row,” he added.
“It just was a first-class one,” answered Dick. “But the after effects are a little beastly, eh? Some of these poor devils must be abominably31 hurt.”
“That, of course. But John Kafir, like other people, if he wants his fun, has got to pay for it. Such of these fellows as the Police scoop32 up as soon as they get right again will be put in the tronk for their share in to-day’s racket.”
“The mischief33 they will! Why? It was a fair fight.”
“That’s all right, Dick. But faction34 fights, however fair, are not exactly allowed on British territory, which this is. Beyond the Kei it’s a different matter.”
“We’ll go on there, won’t we?”
“Oh yes. The best way will be to join some Police patrol. Chambers35, the Inspector36 in command of A. Troop, is in camp at Komgha now, and he’ll work it for us if any one can. Mind you, although I’m no scaremonger, it would be rather risky37 going far into the Gcaleka country just now, just the two of us, and I’m responsible to your dad for your safe return, you know, Dick.”
“I say, old chap, suppose we stow that responsibility question for a bit,” laughed Dick. “Makes a fellow feel too much in leading-strings, don’t you know.”
Harley Greenoak said nothing, and the cart being inspanned, they reckoned with the hotel-keeper and took the road again.
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