“We might safely do half an hour’s snooze here,” he said. “The gees1 want that amount of rest. You turn in, Selmes, and I’ll do horse-guard. No—no—don’t wrangle2, man; each minute of that means so much less hard-earned snooze; besides, I’m in command here. Stokes, you look done too. Well, off you go, both of you.”
The latter, with a cavernous yawn, was off like a log. Dick, with a sleepy laugh, followed suit. Then Sandgate, loosening the girths, but not off-saddling, allowed the horses to graze, their bridles3 trailing on the ground, and set to work to watch.
The place in which they had halted was among some broken rocks, a small hollow, in feet, and admirably adapted for a hiding-place. The back was overhung by boulders4, and in front, beyond a lip of the same, the ground fell away in a rugged5 slope to the bottom of a deep bushy kloof. To Sandgate, left to his lonely vigil, that brief half-hour seemed long enough. To the other two, heavy in slumber6, it was as a flash.
“Now then, Selmes. Time,” he whispered, with a hand on the other’s shoulder. In a trice Dick was up, but yawning pathetically. He shivered too, for a thin damp mist was stealing athwart the rocks and bush sprays.
“All serene,” he said, ready and alert. “Kick up the other fellow.”
But although this was done, and that literally7, for all the effect it produced Stokes might as well have been dead, or a bit of timber. And then, as an acrid8 fume9 rose poisonous upon the cold morning air, Sandgate stood aghast with wrath10 and horror. His colleague and subordinate was drunk—dead drunk.
Yet how? In a moment something of the truth flashed across his brain. That wretched trader’s store they had passed! Stokes must have found grog in there, which had been overlooked by the plunderers. His cursed instinct had moved him to go inside and explore. There was no sign of any bottle about Stokes, certainly, but this he would have been slim enough to drop unseen and unheard. Now the mystery of his lagging behind stood explained.
“Great Scott! And the despatches!” exclaimed Sandgate, horrified12.
“Take ’em on, and leave him here to get sober,” suggested Dick. “He deserves it.”
But Sandgate objected to deserting a comrade in dangerous country. He himself would be reduced to the ranks, of course, kicked out of the Force most likely, but he could not abandon a comrade. To this Dick suggested that he should remain with Stokes while Sandgate rode on.
“That won’t do either, Selmes,” said the latter, gloomily. “You’re new to this country, and in my charge. No—that won’t do.”
“But think of the vital importance of the despatches,” urged Dick. “This fellow has brought it all upon himself. Besides, he’s supposed to know his way about better than both of us put together. So I say, let him take his chance.”
“We’ll have one more try,” said Sandgate.
They had, and it was an exhaustive one. They shook and hustled13 the stupefied man, and threw in his face what little water remained in their bottles. In vain. Stokes merely gave an inarticulate grunt14, and subsided15 into deep slumber again. Then they tried another plan—that of placing him on his feet by main force. Still in vain. The drunken man slid to the ground again, and in their efforts to keep him up both Sandgate and Dick lost their balance, stumbled, and fell with him.
Before they could rise several pairs of muscular hands had gripped each of them, and bulky forms pressed them down. So effectually were they pinioned16 that they could not even reach their revolvers, which were promptly17 reft from them. The little hollow which was their resting-place was swarming18 with Kafirs, who had stolen upon them like snakes what time their attention was taken up endeavouring to restore consciousness to Stokes; even the warning which should have been conveyed by the alarmed snorting and restiveness19 of the horses had escaped them. They were absolutely in the power of these savages20, who had surprised and captured them without giving them an opportunity of striking a blow in defence of their lives, and, to one of them, of his trust.
The first thing their captors did was to bind22 them securely with the reims cut from their horses’ headstalls. Then a hurried consultation23 began among them. A man who seemed in authority—a tall, evil-looking ruffian—issued an order. The unconscious Stokes was seized and roughly turned over, face uppermost. A moment’s examination sufficing to satisfy them that he was hopelessly drunk, half a dozen assegais were driven through his body, as coolly as though his murderers were merely slaughtering24 a sheep; while his comrades lay sick with honour at the sight, and justifiably25 apprehensive26 as to what their own fate was destined27 to be.
They had not long to wait. Under the hurried directions of another man, a short, thick-set Kafir—not the one in seeming authority—they were subjected to a quick but exhaustive search, when, of course, the despatch11 to the officer commanding at Fort Isiwa came to light.
“This—what it say?” said the short Kafir, in very fair English, tapping the document, which he held open by one corner.
“Oh, it’s merely a letter asking for a few more horses to be sent on to Kangala,” answered Sandgate, with as much coolness as he could assume.
“That a lie!” was the prompt response. Then, threateningly, “Read that—out, so I hear it.”
“If you can talk English, surely you can read it,” answered Sandgate.
“Read it! Read!”—thrusting the paper before his face. “Read—or—”
“Or what?”
“That,” said the Kafir, pointing to the body of their murdered comrade, which the savages had already stripped, and which lay, a hideous28 and gory29 sight enough to strike terror into the survivors30. But these were of the flower and pick of their nationality, and to neither of them did it for one instant occur to purchase his life by a revelation which might result in calamitous31, even appalling32, consequences. To both the moment was one which had reached a point of critical sublimity33, as they took in the barbarous forms, the ring of cruel countenances34, the dark, grisly hands grasping the ready and murderous assegai. Both were staring Death in the face very closely.
“Well, I shan’t read it,” said Sandgate, decisively.
“Nor I,” echoed Dick Selmes.
At a word from the English-speaking Kafir, a powerful, ochre-smeared ruffian seized Sandgate by the chin, and, jerking back his head, laid the sharp edge of an assegai blade against his distended35 throat.
“Now—will you read?” came the question again.
The natural fear of death, and that in a horrible form, brought the dews of perspiration36 to the unfortunate man’s brow, as the evil savage21, whose hand quivered with eagerness to inflict37 the final slash38, actually divided the skin. Yet, looking his tormentors steadily40 in the face, he answered—
“No!”
The man in authority said a few words. The assegai blade was lowered, and Sandgate’s head was released.
“Now,” went on the English-speaking Kafir, “we not kill you—not yet. We try hot assegai blade—between toes. That make you read, hey?”
And even as he spoke41 a fire was in process of kindling42, which a few minutes sufficed to blow up into a roaring blaze.
If the imminence43 of a horrible form of death had been appalling to these two, it was nothing to this. Should they be able to stand firm under the ghastly torture that awaited, the very thought of which was enough to turn them sick? And yet—the issue at stake! The war-cloud, though brooding, had not yet burst; but did it get to the knowledge of their enemies that the only force which overawed them, and to that extent held them in check, was short of ammunition44, why, the effect would be to let loose tens of thousands of raging devils, not only upon that force itself, but upon the whole more or less defenceless frontier. This was in the minds of both, as quickly Sandgate’s boot was cut from his foot, while one fiend, who had plucked a red-hot blade from the fire, stood, eagerly awaiting his orders.
“Now—will you read?”
“No!” shouted Sandgate, his eyes staring at his questioner in horror and despair. Then followed a long and shuddering45 groan47, and in it, and the convulsive writhe48 of the victim, Dick Selmes seemed to share. His comrade’s agony was his own.
At a sign from the English-speaking Kafir the instrument of torment39 was withdrawn49.
“First taste,” he said grimly. “This go on all day. How you like that? Now—you read?”
“No!” thundered the victim.
Then something else thundered. Crack! Crack! The barbarian50 with the hot iron pitched heavily forward, shot through the brain, while another of those holding Sandgate shared the same fate. Crack! Crack! Not a moment of interval—down went two more, and those immediately next to the prisoners; then two more in the same way. Instinctively51 the others sprang back, realising that this was the point of danger; but still that unceasing fire went on pitilessly decimating them. Wildly they looked at the point whence it came, but vainly, for the morning mist had so thickened that they could but dimly see the outline of the rocks which overhung the back of the hollow. A great and thunderous roar, accompanying a hail of heavy slugs into the very thick of them, completed their discomfiture52. With a wholesome53 recollection of the artillery54 practice some of them had witnessed on the banks of the Tsolo River not long before, they cried that the Amapolise were upon them, and disappeared helter-skelter into the mist and the bush at the lower side of the hollow.
Our two friends could hardly believe in their good fortune. Yet—no escape was to be theirs. A man was beside them—a black man—and in his hand a knife. They would be murdered, of course, in the hour of rescue. But—he was cutting their bonds.
“Quick! Come with me,” he said in English, at the same time collecting the Police carbines and revolvers lying on the ground, which the panic-stricken Kafirs had omitted to carry away. Him they followed—Sandgate limping painfully—as he led the way to the rocks above, where, ensconced in a cleft55 which commanded the hollow beneath, Harley Greenoak sat coolly refilling the magazine of a Winchester repeating rifle, while an old elephant gun of enormous calibre lay on the ground beside him.
“You’re well out of that,” he said, hardly looking up. “Lucky I got back to camp when I did, and John Voss came in at the same time with the notion he had picked up that Pahlandhle’s crowd were particularly on the look-out for express-riders. I formed my plan there and then; borrowed Mainwaring’s Winchester—dashed bad shooting-gun it is too—and, with John Voss’s old elephant roer to give the idea of artillery, why—brought the whole thing off. Even then the mist counted for something.”
In the last-named both now recognised one of the smartest native detectives attached to the F.A.M. Police.
“Come along,” went on Greenoak, rising. “We must get on with those despatches. No time to lose.”
“But—they are lost,” said Sandgate, wearily.
“No, they ain’t. John’s got ’em.”
The black man grinned as he handed the paper over to the corporal.
“But our horses?” said Dick Selmes, dismayed.
“Well, I got back one of them,” answered Greenoak, equably. “One of you can ride John’s—he’s quite able to make his way back to the Kangala alone. So there are mounts for the three of us, and the sooner we get on to the Isiwa fort the better.
“Well, Dick,” he went on, “I take it you’ve found your first experience of express-riding ‘thunderingly exciting,’ as you were saying the other day.”
“I should think so—ugh!” And something like a shudder46 accompanied the words, as the speaker recalled their recent ghastly experience, and the lamentable56 fate of the unfortunate man whose body lay just beneath, and which they could not even spare the time to bury.
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bridles
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boulders
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rugged
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slumber
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wrath
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despatch
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horrified
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grunt
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subsided
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pinioned
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promptly
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swarming
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restiveness
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savages
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savage
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consultation
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justifiably
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apprehensive
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destined
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hideous
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sublimity
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perspiration
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inflict
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slash
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torment
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steadily
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spoke
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kindling
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imminence
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ammunition
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shuddering
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shudder
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withdrawn
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barbarian
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wholesome
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artillery
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lamentable
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