The Pit of Hell below.
“About as bad as they can be, sir. That's how things is.” Joseph set down his master's breakfast on the rough table that stood in front of his tent and looked at Jack1 Meredith.
Meredith had a way of performing most of his toilet outside his tent, and while Joseph made his discouraging report he was engaged in buttoning his waistcoat. He nodded gravely, but his manner was not that of a man who fully2 realised his position of imminent3 danger. Some men are like this—they die without getting at all flustered4.
“There's not more nor two or three out of the whole lot that I can put any trust in,” continued Joseph.
Jack Meredith was putting on his coat.
“I know what a barrack-room mutiny is. I've felt it in the hatmosphere, so to speak, before now, sir.”
“And what does it feel like?” inquired Jack Meredith, lightly arranging his watch-chain.
But Joseph did not answer. He stepped backwards5 into the tent and brought two rifles. There was no need of answer; for this came in the sound of many voices, the clang and clatter6 of varied7 arms.
“Here they come, sir,” said the soldier-servant—respectful, mindful of his place even at this moment.
Jack Meredith merely sat down behind the little table where his breakfast stood untouched. He leant his elbow on the table and watched the approach of the disorderly band of blacks. Some ran, some hung back, but all were armed.
In front walked a small, truculent-looking man with broad shoulders and an aggressive head.
He planted himself before Meredith, and turning, with a wave of the hand, to indicate his followers8, said in English:
“These men—these friends of me—say they are tired of you. You no good leader. They make me their leader.”
“I not want. They make me. We go to join our friends in the valley.”
“We have agreed to take two hundred pounds for you. Price given by our friends in valley—”
The man stopped suddenly. He was looking into the muzzle12 of a revolver with a fixed13 fascination14. Jack Meredith exhibited no haste. He did not seem yet to have realised the gravity of the situation. He took very careful aim and pulled the trigger. A little puff15 of white smoke floated over their heads. The broad-shouldered man with the aggressive head looked stupidly surprised. He turned towards his supporters with a pained look of inquiry16, as if there was something he did not quite understand, and then he fell on his face and lay quite still.
“Has anybody else anything to say to me?” he asked.
There was a dead silence. Some one laughed rather feebly in the background.
“Then I think I will go on with my breakfast.”
Which he accordingly proceeded to do.
One or two of the mutineers dropped away and went back to their own quarters.
“And look here,” he cried out after them, “do not let us have any more of this nonsense! It will only lead to unpleasantness.”
Some of the men grinned. They were not particularly respectful in their manner of bearing away the mortal remains19 of their late leader. The feeling had already turned.
“That's the sort o' man,” he said, more in resignation than in anger, “that the guv'nor is. He's quiet like and smooth-spoken, but when he does 'it he 'its 'ard, and when he shoots he shoots mortal straight. Now, what I says to you Christy Minstrels is this; we're all in the same box and we all want the same thing, although I admit there's a bit of a difference in our complexions21. Some o' you jokers have got a fine richness of colour on your physiognimies that I don't pretend to emulate22. But no matter. What you wants is to get out of this confounded old Platter, quick time, ain't it now?—to get down to Loango and go out on the bust23, eh?”
The Christy Minstrels acquiesced24.
“Then,” said Joseph, “obey orders and be hanged to yer.”
It had been apparent to Meredith for some weeks past that the man Nattoo, whom he had just shot, was bent25 on making trouble. His prompt action had not, therefore, been the result of panic, but the deliberate execution of a fore-ordained sentence. The only question was how to make the necessary execution most awe-inspiring and exemplary. The moment was well chosen, and served to strengthen, for the time being, the waning26 authority of these two Englishmen thus thrown upon their own resources in the heart of Africa.
The position was not a pleasant one. For three months the Plateau had been surrounded by hostile tribes, who made desultory27 raids from time to time. These, the little force on the summit was able to repulse28; but a combined attack from, say, two sides at once would certainly have been successful. Meredith had no reason to suppose that his appeal for help had reached Msala, infested29 as the intervening forests were by cannibal tribes. Provisions were at a low ebb30. There seemed to be no hope of outside aid, and disaffection was rife31 in his small force. Jack Meredith, who was no soldier, found himself called upon to defend a weak position, with unreliable men, for an indefinite period.
Joseph had a rough knowledge of soldiering and a very rudimentary notion of fortification. But he had that which served as well—the unerring eye for covert32 of a marksman. He was a dead shot at any range, and knowing what he could hit he also knew how to screen himself from the rifle of an enemy.
Above all, perhaps, was the quiet influence of a man who never flinched33 from danger nor seemed to be in the least disconcerted by its presence.
“It seems, sir,” said Joseph to his master later in the day, “that you've kinder stumped34 them. They don't understand you.”
“They must be kept in check by fear. There is no other way,” replied Meredith rather wearily. Of late he had felt less and less inclined to exert himself.
“Yes, sir. Those sort o' men.”
Meredith made no answer, and after a little pause Joseph repeated the words significantly, if ungrammatically.
“Those sort o' men.”
“What do you mean?”
“Slaves! What the devil are you talking about?”
The man came a little nearer.
“Those forty men—leastwise thirty-four men—that we brought from Msala—Mr. Durnovo's men, that cultivate this 'ere Simiacine as they call it—they're different from the rest, sir.”
“Yes, of course they are. We do not hire them direct—we hire them from Mr. Durnovo and pay their wages to him. They are of a different tribe from the others—not fighting men but agriculturists.”
“Ah—” Joseph paused. “Strange thing, sir, but I've not seen 'em handling any of their pay yet.”
“Well, that is their affair.”
“Yessir.”
Having unburthened himself of his suspicion, the servant retired36, shaking his head ominously37. At any other time the words just recorded would have aroused Jack Meredith's attention, but the singular slothfulness that seemed to be creeping over his intellect was already acting38 as a clog39 on his mental energy.
The next morning he was unable to leave his bed, and lay all day in a state of semi-somnolence. Joseph explained to the men that the leader was so disgusted with their ungrateful conduct that he would not leave the tent. In the evening there was a slight attack made from the southern side. This Joseph was able to repulse, chiefly by his own long-range firing, assisted by a few picked rifles. But the situation was extremely critical. The roll of the big war-drum could be heard almost incessantly40, rising with weird41 melancholy42 from the forest land beneath them.
Despite difficulties the new crop of Simiacine—the second within twelve months—had been picked, dried, and stored in cases. Without, on the Plateau, stood the bare trees, affording no covert for savage43 warfare—no screen against the deadly bullet. The camp was placed near one edge of the tableland, and on this exposed side the stockade44 was wisely constructed of double strength. The attacks had hitherto been made only from this side, but Joseph knew that anything in the nature of a combined assault would carry his defence before it. In his rough-and-ready way he doctored his master, making for him such soups and strength-giving food as he could. Once, very late in the night, when it almost seemed that the shadow of death lay over the little tent, he pounded up some of the magic Simiacine leaves and mixed them in the brandy which he administered from time to time.
Before sunrise the next morning the alarm was given again, and the little garrison45 was called to arms.
When Joseph left his master's tent he was convinced that neither of them had long to live; but he was of that hard material which is found in its very best form in the ranks and on the forecastle—men who die swearing. It may be very reprehensible—no doubt it is—but it is very difficult for a plain-going man to withhold46 his admiration47 for such as these. It shows, at all events, that Thomas Atkins and Jack are alike unafraid of meeting their Maker48. It is their duty to fight either a living enemy or a cruel sea, and if a little profanity helps them to their duty, who are we that we may condemn49 them?
“Now, you devils,” he said, “we're just going to fight like hell.”
And what else he said it booteth little.
He took his station on the roof of a hut in the centre of the little stockade, and from thence he directed the fire of his men. Crouching51 beneath him he had a disabled native who loaded each rifle in turn; and just by way of encouraging the others he picked off the prominent men outside the stockade with a deadly steadiness. By way of relieving the tension he indulged in an occasional pleasantry at the expense of the enemy.
“Now,” he would say, “there's a man lookin' over that bush with a green feather on his nut. It's a mistake to wear green feathers; it makes a body so conspicuous52.”
And the wearer of the obnoxious53 feather would throw up his arms and topple backwards, down the hill.
If Joseph detected anything like cowardice54 or carelessness he pointed his rifle with a threatening frown towards the culprit, with instant effect. Presently, however, things began to get more serious. This was not the sudden assault of a single chief, but an organised attack. Before long Joseph ceased to smile. By sunrise he was off the roof, running from one weak point to another, encouraging, threatening, fighting, and swearing very hard. More than once the enemy reached the stockade, and—ominous sign—one or two of their dead lay inside the defence.
“Fight, yer devils—fight!” he cried in a hoarse55 whisper, for his voice had given way. “Hell—give 'em hell!”
He was everywhere at once, urging on his men, kicking them, pushing them, forcing them up to the stockade. But he saw the end. Half-dazed, the blacks fought on in silence. The grim African sun leapt up above the distant line of forest and shone upon one of the finest sights to be seen on earth—a soldier wounded, driven, desperate, and not afraid.
In the midst of it a hand was laid on Joseph's shoulder.
“There,” cried a voice, “THAT corner. See to it.”
Without looking round, Joseph obeyed, and the breached56 corner was saved. He only knew that his master, who was almost dead, had come to life again. There was no time for anything else.
For half an hour it was a question of any moment. Master and man were for the time being nothing better than madmen, and the fighting frenzy57 is wildly infectious.
At last there was a pause. The enemy fell back, and in the momentary58 silence the sound of distant firing reached the ears of the little band of defenders59.
“What's that?” asked Meredith sharply. He looked like one risen from the dead.
“Fighting among themselves,” replied Joseph, who was wiping blood and grime from his eyes.
“Then one of them is fighting with an Express rifle.”
Joseph listened.
“By God!” he shouted, “by God, Mer—sir, we're saved!”
The enemy had apparently60 heard the firing too. Perhaps they also recognised the peculiar61 sharp “smack” of the Express rifle amidst the others. There was a fresh attack—an ugly rush of reckless men. But the news soon spread that there was firing in the valley and the sound of a white man's rifle. The little garrison plucked up heart, and the rifles, almost too hot to hold, dealt death around.
They held back the savages62 until the sound of the firing behind them was quite audible even amidst the heavy rattle63 of the musketry.
Then suddenly the firing ceased—the enemy had divided and fled. For a few moments there was a strange, tense silence. Then a voice—an English voice—cried:
“Come on!”
The next moment Guy Oscard stood on the edge of the Plateau. He held up both arms as a signal to those within the stockade to cease firing, and then he came forward, followed by a number of blacks and Durnovo.
The gate was rapidly disencumbered of its rough supports and thrown open.
“It's all right; it's—all right,” he said.
Oscard did not seem to take so cheerful a view of matters. He scrutinised Meredith's face with visible anxiety.
In a minute Oscard was supporting him back towards his tent.
“It's all right, you know,” explained Jack Meredith very gravely; “I am a bit weak—that is all. I am hungry—haven't had anything to eat for some time, you know.”
“Oh, yes,” said Oscard shortly; “I know all about it.”
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backwards
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clatter
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varied
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followers
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shrugged
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hideous
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pointed
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muzzle
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puff
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inquiry
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urbane
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teaspoon
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remains
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clench
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complexions
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waning
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desultory
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repulse
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infested
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rife
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covert
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flinched
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stumped
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touching
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retired
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ominously
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weird
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savage
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stockade
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garrison
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withhold
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admiration
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condemn
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crouching
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conspicuous
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obnoxious
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cowardice
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hoarse
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frenzy
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savages
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