In the meantime, I must admit, it occupied a good deal of this three-dimensional space of ours. To carry forty-nine wooden animals, all of awkward shape, and all of extremely brittle6 wood, is somewhat of a problem. Two porters were laden7 with a bunch of animals each—and one promptly8 dropped a ravishing group of ostriches9 and broke their heads off. Warned by this, Suzanne and I carried all we could, Colonel Race helped, and I pressed the big giraffe into Sir Eustace’s arms. Even the correct Miss Pettigrew did not escape, a large hippopotamus11 and two black warriors12 fell to her share. I had a feeling Miss Pettigrew didn’t like me. Perhaps she fancied I was a bold hussy. Anyway, she avoided me as much as she could. And the funny thing was, her face seemed vaguely13 familiar to me, though I couldn’t quite place it.
We reposed14 ourselves most of the morning, and in the afternoon we drove out to the Matoppos to see Rhodes’s grave. That is to say, we were to have done so, but at the last moment Sir Eustace backed out. He was very nearly in as bad a temper as the morning we arrived at Cape10 Town—when he bounced the peaches on the floor and they squashed! Evidently arriving early in the morning at places is bad for his temperament15. He cursed the porters, he cursed the waiters at breakfast, he cursed the whole hotel management, he would doubtless have liked to curse Miss Pettigrew who hovered16 around with her pencil and pad, but I don’t think even Sir Eustace would have dared to curse Miss Pettigrew. She’s just like the efficient secretary in a book. I only rescued our dear giraffe just in time. I feel Sir Eustace would have liked to dash him to the ground.
To return to our expedition, after Sir Eustace had backed out, Miss Pettigrew said she would remain at home in case he might want her. And at the very last minute Suzanne sent down a message to say she had a headache. So Colonel Race and I drove off alone.
He is a strange man. One doesn’t notice it so much in a crowd. But, when one is alone with him, the sense of his personality seems really almost overpowering. He becomes more taciturn, and yet his silence seems to say more than speech might do.
It was so that day that we drove to the Matoppos through the soft yellow brown scrub. Everything seemed strangely silent—except our car which I should think was the first Ford17 ever made by man! The upholstery of it was torn to ribbons and, though I know nothing about engines, even I could guess that all was not as it should be in its interior.
By and by the character of the country changed. Great boulders18 appeared, piled up into fantastic shapes. I felt suddenly that I had got into a primitive19 era. Just for a moment Neanderthal men seemed quite as real to me as they had to Papa. I turned to Colonel Race.
“There must have been giants once,” I said dreamily. “And their children were just like children are to-day—they played with handfuls of pebbles20, piling them up and knocking them down, and the more cleverly they balanced them, the better pleased they were. If I were to give a name to this place I should call it ‘The Country of Giant Children.’”
“Perhaps you’re nearer the mark than you know,” said Colonel Race gravely. “Simple, primitive, big—that is Africa.”
I nodded appreciatively.
“You love it, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes. But to live in it long—well, it makes one what you would call cruel. One comes to hold life and death very lightly.”
“Yes,” I said, thinking of Harry21 Rayburn. He had been like that too. “But not cruel to weak things?”
“Opinions differ as to what are and are not ‘weak things,’ Miss Anne.”
There was a note of seriousness in his voice which almost startled me. I felt that I knew very little really of this man at my side.
“I meant children and dogs, I think.”
“I can truthfully say I’ve never been cruel to children or dogs. So you don’t class women as ‘weak things’?”
I considered.
“No, I don’t think I do—though they are, I suppose. That is, they are nowadays. But Papa always said that in the beginning men and women roamed the world together, equal in strength—like lions and tigers——”
“And giraffes?” interpolated Colonel Race slyly.
I laughed. Every one makes fun of that giraffe.
“And giraffes. They were nomadic22, you see. It wasn’t till they settled down in communities, and women did one kind of thing and men another that women got weak. And of course, underneath23, one is still the same—one feels the same, I mean, and that is why women worship physical strength in men—it’s what they once had and have lost.”
“Almost ancestor worship, in fact?”
“Something of the kind.”
“And you really think that’s true? That women worship strength, I mean?”
“I think it’s quite true—if one’s honest. You think you admire moral qualities, but when you fall in love, you revert24 to the primitive where the physical is all that counts. But I don’t think that’s the end—if you lived in primitive conditions it would be all right, but you don’t—and so, in the end, the other thing wins after all. It’s the things that are apparently25 conquered that always do win, isn’t it? They win in the only way that counts. Like what the Bible says about losing your soul and finding it.”
“In the end,” said Colonel Race thoughtfully, “you fall in love—and you fall out of it, is that what you mean?”
“Not exactly, but you can put it that way if you like.”
“But I don’t think you’ve ever fallen out of love, Miss Anne?”
“Or fallen in love, either?”
I did not answer.
The car drew up at our destination and brought the conversation to a close. We got out and began the slow ascent27 to the World’s View. Not for the first time, I felt a slight discomfort28 in Colonel Race’s company. He veiled his thoughts so well behind those impenetrable black eyes.
He frightened me a little. He had always frightened me. I never knew where I stood with him.
We climbed in silence till we reached the spot where Rhodes lies guarded by giant boulders. A strange eerie29 place, far from the haunts of men, that sings a ceaseless p?an of rugged30 beauty.
We sat there for some time in silence. Then descended31 once more, but diverging32 slightly from the path. Sometimes it was a rough scramble33 and once we came to a sharp slope or rock that was almost sheer.
Colonel Race went first, then turned to help me.
“Better lift you,” he said suddenly, and swung me off my feet with a quick gesture.
I felt the strength of him as he set me down and released his clasp. A man of iron, with muscles like taut34 steel. And again, I felt afraid, especially as he did not move aside, but stood directly in front of me, staring into my face.
“I’m a gipsy seeing the world.”
“Yes, that’s true enough. The newspaper correspondent is only a pretext36. You’ve not the soul of the journalist. You’re out for your own hand—snatching at life. But that’s not all.”
What was he going to make me tell him? I was afraid—afraid. I looked him full in the face. My eyes can’t keep secrets like his, but they can carry the war into the enemy’s country.
“What are you really doing here, Colonel Race?” I asked deliberately37.
For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer. He was clearly taken aback, though. At last he spoke38, and his words seemed to afford him a grim amusement.
“Pursuing ambition,” he said. “Just that—pursuing ambition. You will remember, Miss Beddingfeld, that ‘by that sin fell the angels,’ etc.”
“They say,” I said slowly, “that you are really connected with the Government—that you are in the Secret Service. Is that true?”
Was it my fancy, or did he hesitate for a fraction of a second before he answered?
“I can assure you, Miss Beddingfeld, that I am out here strictly39 as a private individual travelling for my own pleasure.”
Thinking the answer over later, it struck me as slightly ambiguous. Perhaps he meant it to be so.
We rejoined the car in silence. Half-way back to Bulawayo we stopped for tea at a somewhat primitive structure at the side of the road. The proprietor40 was digging in the garden and seemed annoyed at being disturbed. But he graciously promised to see what he could do. After an interminable wait he brought us some stale cakes and some lukewarm tea. Then he disappeared to his garden again.
No sooner had he departed than we were surrounded by cats. Six of them all miaowing piteously at once. The racket was deafening41. I offered them some pieces of cake. They devoured42 them ravenously43. I poured all the milk there was into a saucer and they fought each other to get it.
“Oh,” I cried indignantly, “they’re starved! It’s wicked. Please, please, order some more milk and another plate of cake.”
Colonel Race departed silently to do my bidding. The cats had begun miaowing again. He returned with a big jug44 of milk and the cats finished it all.
I got up with determination on my face.
“I’m going to take those cats home with us—I shan’t leave them here.”
“My dear child, don’t be absurd. You can’t carry six cats as well as fifty wooden animals round with you.”
“Never mind the wooden animals. These cats are alive. I shall take them back with me.”
“You will do nothing of the kind.” I looked at him resentfully, but he went on: “You think me cruel—but one can’t go through life sentimentalizing over these things. It’s no good standing45 out—I shan’t allow you to take them. It’s a primitive country, you know, and I’m stronger than you.”
I always know when I am beaten. I went down to the car with tears in my eyes.
“They’re probably short of food just to-day,” he explained consolingly. “That man’s wife has gone into Bulawayo for stores. So it will be all right. And anyway, you know, the world’s full of starving cats.”
“Don’t—don’t,” I said fiercely.
“I’m teaching you to realize life as it is. I’m teaching you to be hard and ruthless—like I am. That’s the secret of strength—and the secret of success.”
“I’d sooner be dead than hard,” I said passionately46.
We got into the car and started off. I pulled myself together again slowly. Suddenly, to my intense astonishment47, he took my hand in his.
“Anne,” he said gently, “I want you. Will you marry me?”
“Why not?”
“I don’t care for you in that way. I’ve never thought of you like that.”
“I see. Is that the only reason?”
I had to be honest. I owed it him.
“No,” I said, “it is not. You see—I—care for some one else.”
“I see,” he said again. “And was that true at the beginning—when I first saw you—on the Kilmorden?”
“No,” I whispered. “It was—since then.”
“I see,” he said for the third time, but this time there was a purposeful ring in his voice that made me turn and look at him. His face was grimmer than I had ever seen it.
He looked at me, inscrutable, dominating.
“Only—that I know now what I have to do.”
His words sent a shiver through me. There was a determination behind them that I did not understand—and it frightened me.
We neither of us said any more until we got back to the hotel. I went straight up to Suzanne. She was lying on her bed reading, and did not look in the least as though she had a headache.
“Here reposes51 the perfect gooseberry,” she remarked. “Alias the tactful chaperone. Why, Anne dear, what’s the matter?”
For I had burst into a flood of tears.
I told her about the cats—I felt it wasn’t fair to tell her about Colonel Race. But Suzanne is very sharp. I think she saw that there was something more behind.
“You haven’t caught a chill, have you, Anne? Sounds absurd even to suggest such things in this heat, but you keep on shivering.”
“It’s nothing,” I said. “Nerves—or some one walking over my grave. I keep feeling something dreadful’s going to happen.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Suzanne, with decision. “Let’s talk of something interesting. Anne, about those diamonds——”
“What about them?”
“I’m not sure they’re safe with me. It was all right before, no one could think they’d be amongst my things. But now that every one knows we’re such friends, you and I, I’ll be under suspicion too.”
“Nobody knows they’re in a roll of films, though,” I argued. “It’s a splendid hiding-place and I really don’t think we could better it.”
She agreed doubtfully, but said we would discuss it again when we got to the Falls.
Our train went at nine o’clock. Sir Eustace’s temper was still far from good, and Miss Pettigrew looked subdued52. Colonel Race was completely himself. I felt that I had dreamed the whole conversation on the way back.
I slept heavily that night on my hard bunk53, struggling with ill-defined, menacing dreams. I awoke with a headache and went out on the observation platform of the car. It was fresh and lovely, and everywhere, as far as one could see, were the undulating wooded hills. I loved it—loved it more than any place I had ever seen. I wished then that I could have a little hut somewhere in the heart of the scrub and live there always—always. . . .
Just before half-past two, Colonel Race called me out from the “office” and pointed1 to a bouquet-shaped white mist that hovered over one portion of the bush.
“The spray from the Falls,” he said. “We are nearly there.”
I was still wrapped in that strange dream feeling of exaltation that had succeeded my troubled night. Very strongly implanted in me was the feeling that I had come home. . . . Home! And yet I had never been here before—or had I in dreams?
We walked from the train to the hotel, a big white building closely wired against mosquitoes. There were no roads, no houses. We went out on the stoep and I uttered a gasp54. There, half a mile away, facing us, were the Falls. I’ve never seen anything so grand and beautiful—I never shall.
“Anne, you’re fey,” said Suzanne, as we sat down to lunch. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“It’s more than that.”
Yes, I was happy, but beyond that I had the curious feeling that I was waiting for something—something that would happen soon. I was excited—restless.
After tea we strolled out, got on the trolley59 and were pushed by smiling blacks down the little tracks of rails to the bridge.
It was a marvellous sight, the great chasm60 and the rushing waters below, and the veil of mist and spray in front of us that parted every now and then for one brief minute to show the cataract61 of water and then closed up again in its impenetrable mystery. That, to my mind, has always been the fascination62 of the Falls—their elusive63 quality. You always think you’re going to see—and you never do.
We crossed the bridge and walked slowly on by the path that was marked out with white stone on either side and led round the brink64 of the gorge65. Finally we arrived in a big clearing where on the left a path led downwards66 towards the chasm.
“The palm gully,” explained Colonel Race. “Shall we go down? Or shall we leave it until to-morrow? It will take some time, and it’s a good climb up again.”
“We’ll leave it until to-morrow,” said Sir Eustace with decision. He isn’t at all fond of strenuous67 physical exercise, I have noticed.
He led the way back. As we went, we passed a fine native stalking along. Behind him came a woman who seemed to have the entire household belongings68 piled upon her head! The collection included a frying pan!
“That’s an opportunity that will occur often enough, Mrs. Blair,” said Colonel Race. “So don’t lament70.”
We arrived back on the bridge.
“Shall we go into the rainbow forest?” he continued. “Or are you afraid of getting wet?”
Suzanne and I accompanied him. Sir Eustace went back to the hotel. I was rather disappointed in the rainbow forest. There weren’t nearly enough rainbows, and we got soaked to the skin, but every now and then we got a glimpse of the Falls opposite and realized how enormously wide they are. Oh, dear, dear Falls, how I love and worship you and always shall!
We got back to the hotel just in time to change for dinner. Sir Eustace seems to have taken a positive antipathy71 to Colonel Race. Suzanne and I rallied him gently, but didn’t get much satisfaction.
After dinner, he retired72 to his sitting-room73, dragging Miss Pettigrew with him. Suzanne and I talked for a while with Colonel Race, and then she declared, with an immense yawn, that she was going to bed. I didn’t want to be left alone with him, so I got up too and went to my room.
But I was far too excited to go to sleep. I did not even undress. I lay back in a chair and gave myself up to dreaming. And all the time I was conscious of something coming nearer and nearer. . . .
There was a knock at the door and I started. I got up and went to it. A little black boy held out a note. It was addressed to me in a handwriting I did not know. I took it and came back into the room. I stood there holding it. At last I opened it. It was very short:
“I must see you. I dare not come to the hotel. Will you come to the clearing by the palm gully? In memory of Cabin 17 please come. The man you knew as Harry Rayburn.”
My heart beat to suffocation74. He was here then! Oh, I had known it—I had known it all along! I had felt him near me. All unwittingly I had come to his place of retreat.
I wound a scarf round my head and stole to the door. I must be careful. He was hunted down. No one must see me meet him. I stole along to Suzanne’s room. She was fast asleep. I could hear her breathing evenly.
Sir Eustace? I paused outside the door of his sitting-room. Yes, he was dictating75 to Miss Pettigrew, I could hear her monotonous76 voice repeating. “I therefore venture to suggest, that in tackling this problem of coloured labour——” She paused for him to continue, and I heard him grunt77 something angrily.
I stole on again. Colonel Race’s room was empty. I did not see him in the lounge. And he was the man I feared most! Still, I could waste no more time. I slipped quickly out of the hotel and took the path to the bridge.
I crossed it and stood there waiting in the shadow. If any one had followed me, I should see them crossing the bridge. But the minutes passed, and no one came. I had not been followed. I turned and took the path to the clearing. I took six paces or so and then stopped. Something had rustled79 behind me. It could not be any one who had followed me from the hotel. It was some one who was already here, waiting.
And immediately, without rhyme or reason, but with the sureness of instinct, I knew that it was I myself who was threatened. It was the same feeling as I had had on the Kilmorden that night—a sure instinct warning me of danger.
I looked sharply over my shoulder. Silence. I moved on a pace or two. Again I heard that rustle78. Still walking, I looked over my shoulder again. A man’s figure came out of the shadow. He saw that I saw him, and jumped forward, hard on my track.
It was too dark to recognize anybody. All I could see was that he was tall, and a European, not a native. I took to my heels and ran. I heard him pounding behind. I ran quicker, keeping my eyes fixed80 on the white stones that showed me where to step, for there was no moon that night.
And suddenly my foot felt nothingness. I heard the man behind me laugh, an evil, sinister81 laugh. It rang in my ears, as I fell headlong—down—down—down to destruction far beneath.
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