"Father! do you think they have?" said Nic, breathlessly.
The doctor turned upon his son sharply. "Did I speak aloud?" he said.
Nic nodded.
"I don't know. I cannot tell, my boy. I pray not."
By this time they were all armed, and the doctor whistled sharply, when
there was a whinnying answer, and the two horses came up as fast as
their hobbled fore feet would allow.
"Call in the bullocks," said the doctor to Brookes, who uttered a loud
yell somewhat like the _yodel_ of the Swiss peasants to their cattle on
the mountain side.
The great sleek beasts responded directly, and came from where they were
grazing, bellowing loudly, right up to the waggon, as if expecting to be
yoked.
"To keep them from being speared," said the doctor to Nic. Then to the
men: "Yoke up, and drive the waggon right out into the open. They could
reach the poor beasts from behind those trees."
The men set to work leisurely enough, while at a word from his father
Nic, whose hands trembled from excitement, bridled and saddled Sour
Sorrel.
"Take off the hobbles, boy," said the doctor; and this was done. A few
minutes later the bullocks, which had from long habit taken their places
readily, were yoked, and drew out the waggon right into a clear spot
away from trees, which would shelter the enemy if they made an attack.
"Hah!" ejaculated the doctor, "now we can breathe freely. Brookes, you
are all right with a gun. Have you ever used a piece, Leather?"
"Not much," said the man sourly; "but I know how to load, and can keep
you going."
"My son will load," said the doctor sternly. "You must do your best."
"Yes," said the man shortly; and Nic thought to himself, "Father does
not want me to shoot any one."
"Now then, keep a sharp look-out," said the doctor. "If the blacks
show, up at once into the front of the waggon, and we will take the
back. No firing unless they try to spear the cattle. Then the blacks
must accept their fate."
Incongruous ideas occur to us all, even in times of the greatest peril;
and a waft of something in the air drew Nic's attention to the fire
under the big gum tree, where the tea, hot cake, and bacon were ready
for breakfast, and for a moment the boy felt hungry.
All was perfectly still. Then a magpie began to pipe his arpeggios,
which sounded sweet and clear in the morning air; and this seemed to be
the signal to start a chorus of whistling and shrieking up in the thick
boughs, where a flock of paroquets were hidden; and a glow in the east
made the morning grey look so opalescently beautiful that it was hard to
believe there could be any danger.
"Are you sure you saw blacks, Nic?" said the doctor.
"Oh yes, father--certain."
"We ought to do some scouting, to see if they have moved and mean
mischief."
"I'll go, father."
"No, boy: you are not used to the ways of these people; and I don't like
to leave the waggon for fear of a rush. Brookes!"
"Yes," came from the front.
"You must go and reconnoitre. I'll cover you as well as I can. Just
see if they are coming on."
"Don't see why you should send me," grumbled the man. "My wage ain't so
very, high, and I've only got one life. Send Leather: he is not so much
consequence as me."
The doctor uttered an angry ejaculation, and frowned fiercely; but it
was no time for angry words.
"Leather, take your gun, and try if you can make out where the blacks
are. Don't fire unless they see and attack you."
The man came with a heavy scowl upon his brow, shouldered his gun, and
walked back in among the trees, while the doctor stood patting the butt
of his gun impatiently, as his eyes searched the place in the direction
of the water-hole.
"Our black must have known these fellows were in the neighbourhood," he
said; "and he has either joined them or they have scared him away.
Joined them, I think, or he would have warned me. They are all alike,
these men: they come and work for a time, and then tire of it and go
back to the bush."
"Here comes Leather," whispered Nic; and the next moment the man came
back at a swift run, carrying his gun at the trail.
"Well? seen them?" said the doctor.
"Yes, over a score of them," said the man, who looked more animated now,
in the excitement of the danger. "They're jabbering together this side
of the water."
"Then they mean to attack. Be ready."
The man nodded, and moved toward where Brookes stood cutting himself
some tobacco to chew. Then he turned back, and there was something
approaching a smile upon his face, which, in spite of sun tan and the
deep marks on his forehead, looked almost handsome to Nic.
"Yes: what is it?" said the doctor.
"Isn't it a pity to leave the breakfast for those blacks?"
"Never mind the food, man," began the doctor; but he checked himself.
"Yes: try and get it," he said; "people must eat."
"Hold my gun, sir," said Leather, who was now, full of animation; and,
handing the piece to Nic, he dashed back to the fire, while the doctor
followed him slowly, scanning the trees in all directions as he kept his
cocked piece ready for instant use.
Leather lost no time when he reached the fire, but, catching up the
freshly made damper, he dabbed it down into the cross-handled frying-pan
on the top of the bacon, placed the tin mugs in the kettle of boiling
tea, carried the tea and sugar canisters under his arm, and taking
pan-handle in one hand, kettle-handle in the other, he trotted back in
safety, the blacks having made no sign.
"Bravo! Well done!" cried the doctor; and Nic noted that the bright,
animated look passed away, to give place to a sullen scowl, which came
over the man's face like a cloud.
"Help yourselves, men," continued the doctor; and Brookes came to them
once again.
"Nic," said the doctor, "I am in agony. It may be all imagination, and
if it is I should bitterly regret leaving the waggon. Do you see?"
"No, father; I don't quite understand. Do you mean you want to ride on
to the Bluff, and yet don't want to because it may only be a scare?"
"Exactly. And if I did decide for us to ride on together, these men
would take fright and leave the waggon to be plundered."
The doctor paused to search the trees again, but all was still.
"Send one of the men, father."
"I don't want to weaken my defensive force, boy."
"I'd go, father, but I don't know the way," said Nic.
"Yes: you shall go, my boy. The horse will take you straight to the
station as soon as he is well away from his companion; and, look here!
the track may prove faint, but do you see that notch in the mountains?"
"Where it looks as if a square piece had been cut out, and a cat's head
with its ears standing up?"
"Yes: that notch is the pass through the mountains, and is just about
two miles behind our house, which stands on a slope. You could not miss
it."
"A wooden house: I know," said the boy; "but are the others at all like
it?"
"What others? There is no other station for miles, boy. Well, will you
risk it?"
"I don't see any risk, father."
"No; but blacks may be there. Well mounted, though, you could easily
give them a wide berth."
"I'm not afraid," said Nic.
"That's right. You will ride straight there, then, and--"
The doctor stopped short, with his face drawn and wrinkled.
"Yes, father: and what?"
"If the station is a smoking ruin, ride back to us as hard as you can."
"Oh, don't say that."
"I have said it, boy. There--prove yourself worthy of my mission."
"Yes, father; but if all is right?"
"Stay there, and tell your mother to keep any black-fellows at a
distance till I get home. You can help her defend the place for a few
hours. Now: no words. Take a piece of the damper, and put a couple of
rashers between, have a good deep drink of the tea--as much as you can,
for you will have a thirsty ride--eat your breakfast as you go. Mind,
straight as the crow flies for that notch: never mind the track. No
words. Shake hands. Mount, and be off."
Nic saw that it was no time for words, and hurriedly breaking the
bread-cake, he placed the bacon between the thin pieces, saw that his
shot belt and powder flask were right, took a deep draught of tea, and
then, gun in hand, turned to find Leather holding his horse, and looking
him fixedly in the eyes.
"Yes; what is it?" said Nic hurriedly.
"Keep in the open: don't go near any of the scrub."
"Why not?" said Nic.
"Blacks," said the man, as the boy settled himself in the saddle.
"Off!" cried the doctor, pointing to the mountain gap. Nic waved his
hand, pressed his nag's sides, and it bounded off; the other horse
making a plunge to follow but it was tethered to a waggon wheel. But
before the boy had gone fifty yards he turned, for there was a
tremendous barking, and he saw that the doctor was at the back of the
waggon doing something to the dogs. Then there was a shout, and he saw
that they were loosened, and were tearing after him, barking loudly in
their wild excitement.
"To come with me," thought Nic; and directly after, as he cantered
steadily on, the two collies were racing round him, unsettling his horse
as they leaped up, at its muzzle, at its legs, and then dashing on, mad
with delight, but rather interfering with his comfortable seat, for they
made the horse partake of their excitement and strain at the rein to
join the two freed prisoners in their wild career over the tree-dotted
plain.
The dogs soon settled down, though, to a more sober pace, and began to
hunt in and out among the bushes and trees; finding nothing, but
thoroughly enjoying their freedom.
Every now and then they came bounding back to the horse, to look up at
Nic, barking loudly, their eyes flashing and tails whisking from side to
side, as if telling him of their delight; and as the boy rode he gave
them a word or two of encouragement.
But Nic did not speak much, for he had too much upon his mind; and as
soon as he saw that there was not the slightest fear of the dogs
straying away from the horse, he kept his eyes fixed upon the notch in
the mountains right ahead, and rode steadily on, keeping his horse to a
steady canter; and bearing Leather's laconic warning in mind, he left
the track to one side or the other wherever growth seemed to be
abundant, his father's order about going as the crow flies being ample
warrant for this.
For the matter of that, the faint track of wheel and hoof-mark went
pretty straight, only curving now and then to avoid some eminence or
rugged patch of forest, which he watched with keen eyes for enemies,
though, after what he had seen that morning in the grey dawn of the
blacks' power of concealment, he felt doubtful about seeing them if they
were in hiding to form an ambuscade.
"I wonder whether they could hit me with their spears if I was going at
this rate," he said to himself, as he bore off from one dense patch
which might easily have hidden a whole tribe. Then, in a state of
intense excitement, he cocked his gun, trembling the while, for that
there was danger at hand he felt sure, from the alarm of his horse,
which suddenly cocked its ears, while the dogs lowered their heads and
dashed together into the thicket.
"They'll give me warning," cried Nic aloud, as he bore off more to the
right so as to skirt the little wood some fifty yards away; when out
from the other side dashed half a dozen large animals, some of a ruddy
hue, others of a bluish-brown colour, bounding over the ground like
gigantic hares more than anything else, while the dogs gave tongue
loudly and tried to head them off.
But at the end of four or five hundred yards, distanced beyond all
possibility of overtaking their quarry, the collies stopped short to
stand barking, and then trotted back to join the horse coming up,
barking angrily, whining, and evidently thoroughly puzzled, as they
looked up at Nic.
"Can't you make them out?" he cried; and the dogs barked and whined
again. "Take them for sheep?" cried Nic; and in their way the dogs
answered, and kept on running up the hillocks to bark at the little
flock of strange beasts, that were growing smaller and smaller in the
distance.
Onward again in a bee line, and an hour passed, with the notch in the
mountains apparently at exactly the same distance as it was when they
started on their journey.
Then came another little scene. On Nic's right the meandering line of
bush and tree suggested where there was the course of a river, and the
dogs suddenly, from where they were some distance ahead, scented out an
occupier in a clump of rough growth low down in a swampy patch of thick
grass.
Nic swung round his gun once more; but this time the dogs did not drive
out a herd of kangaroo, for they stopped short, with the thick coat of
hair about their necks bristling up while they charged in and retreated
again and again.
"Can't be blacks," thought Nic, and he checked his nag slightly, but
found the horse began to show signs of uneasiness, sidling away as he
approached, carefully watching for the point of a spear or some shock
head.
"There they are," he said to himself the next moment, as he made his
horse bound away, for some distance farther on he saw both--the rough
spears and long-haired heads dotted here and there.
The next moment, though, he was annoyed with himself for his needless
alarm, the objects he saw being only the native grass trees with their
peculiar growth of tufted heads bearing some resemblance to a rough
shock of hair, the long bare flower spike standing up above suggesting
at a distance the native spear.
There, too, in an open patch, was the cause of the dogs' uneasiness, in
the shape of a snake richly marked with brown, and apparently six or
eight feet long, as it lay in close curves, with head erect, playing
about and seeking an opportunity to strike at the first dog which came
within reach.
Nic felt plenty of inclination to have a shot at what was probably, from
its appearance, the venomous tiger-snake of which he had heard the men
speak. But the urgent duty forced him on, and he cantered forward for
another hour, to where the track, now on his _left_, passed close by a
pool of water, toward which the dogs set off, barking loudly; and the
horse followed straight for the spot.
As usual, it was well wooded all about, but after seeing the dogs reach
it first and career through and, through it without so much as a yelp,
Nic had no hesitation in riding up, loosening his nag's girths, and
then, while it drank a little, taking out his own breakfast, a part of
which he ate with poor appetite, sharing the rest between the dogs as
soon as they had had a good drink and swim.
The halt was very short, and while the horse was refreshing itself with
a few mouthfuls of the rich grass, its master stood gazing through the
clear sunny air at the notch in the mountains, which looked to him just
as far off as it did when he rode off that morning--just as near.
He tried to calculate how many hours he had been riding, how many miles
he had come, but gave up in despair. All he could feel was that the sun
was getting very high, and that the heat would be very great for the
rest of the way, and he knew that he must deal gently with his horse,
and keep to the pace he had ridden through the morning: to go faster
might mean a break-down.
"Now, Sour Sorrel," he said suddenly; and the horse left off grazing,
and stood gazing at him with its great deer-like eyes.
It stood quietly enough while he gave it a good rub with some natural
hay where the saddle covered its satin coat, then clapped the saddle
back, tightened the girths and mounted, while the dogs careered round
him with their ears up and brushes waving, barking with delight, and
once more leaping up at the horse's muzzle.
Then forward once more--out of the shade and into the scorching sun.
Nic started his horse at a walk, and noted that it needed no guiding,
but took to the faint track at once, steering straight for the notch,
and making for a thick patch of wooded country, till a pressure from the
rider's leg turned it off to a more open part, from which he bore away,
so as to pass round to the west of the woodland.
As soon as it was on the springy green grass, the nag broke at once into
a canter, and the dogs now settled into a steady pace, keeping one on
either side, while Nic found it hard to believe that he was riding over
wild land, the ground bearing so strongly the appearance of forming part
of some park devoted to grazing; but now he saw no trace of beast or
sheep, little of wild creatures, save where there were signs of water,
and then only a few birds, generally a kind of plover, or ducks.
The heat was now intense. Nic had only enjoyed a week's training, and
he was in poor condition for so much exertion, so that before long he
was soaked with perspiration, and growing weary as he gazed at that
terrible notch which seemed to come no nearer, he began to lose heart
and wonder whether he would be able to accomplish his task.
The horse, too, was showing signs of exertion, and the dogs, as they
trotted on, lolled out their tongues and displayed no disposition to
break out of their steady pace to investigate anything to right or left.
"Phew! It is hot!" muttered Nic, as his horse cantered on, with the sun
dazzling his eyes like molten silver, and biting his neck, while the
whole of the atmosphere was quivering as it rose from the moister parts
of the earth. Then, in the regular rhythmic motion of that canter,
there were moments when the traveller began to feel drowsy. But he
shook off the feeling, nipped the horse's sides more tightly, and felt
how the beast responded by increasing its pace.
On still, and on, over the rich green flower-decked earth; past groves
of trees whose names he did not know,--some bearing the thin foliage of
grey or sage green, with delicate shades of pink and blue, others like a
coarse-leaved spiky-looking fir, whose boughs touched the ground, and
densely clustered upward in a pyramid of dark glistening growth that
would have hidden a dozen men from a traveller's gaze.
There were the mountains, too, in a long ridge, stretching away to right
and left, and always of a delicious amethystine blue, that looked as
transparent as water, but always as far off as ever.
A grand, a lovely ride, but a terrible one in that heat; for this was
the time when the doctor always had a midday halt by water and in the
shade of trees. But there was no stopping for hours at a time like
this. Nic felt that he must get on as fast as he could, and with his
eyes fixed upon the notch he rode forward to the regular beat of his
horse's hoofs.
Hotter and hotter grew the day, and as Nic glanced from side to side he
saw that he was not the only sufferer, for the dogs were trotting along
with their heads down, and they gazed up at him and whined. His horse,
too, began to look more distressed, but it did not flag, keeping up that
steady canter toward the blue mountains that never seemed to grow any
nearer.
For a few moments the idea lingered in Nic's brain, that he must draw
rein in the shade of the next clump of trees, but the thought evoked the
face of his father, back there at the waggon, anxious about those dear
to him, wondering how all had sped at the Bluff, and he felt that he
could not halt even for an hour--that he must go on and on.
Then he began wondering how he would find the place--whether the blacks
had been during his father's absence, and attacked it when it was only
defended by women and the servants, who might have escaped for their
lives.
This idea of the place having been attacked sent such a thrill through
Nic that he felt ready for any amount more exertion, and instead of
halting he urged his willing steed on, shouted to the dogs and made them
leap forward, while his eyes wandered about in search of enemies, but
only to see something moving in the distance which, resembled the
ostrich of his old picture-books. There was no sign of man, no house,
flock, herd, or water, while his tongue was beginning to feel swollen
and dry, and a peculiar thickness as of a mist began to obstruct the
distant view.
"How much farther is it?" thought Nic; and he shaded his eyes by holding
the hand which bore the gun across his forehead.
But he saw no better, and he winced from the touch, of the gun-lock, for
it was hot.
Then on, still trusting to the horse more than to himself, for the air
had grown thicker, and the mist hot, strange, and dazzling for a time.
There were singing noises, too, in his ears, and as he gave his head a
shake in his effort to get rid of them, he suddenly found that the
dazzling mist had gone, and he could see right away to the notch--that
dent in the mountains which seemed to lead him on and on, but only to
recede as he advanced.
That clearness of vision did nut last, for the mist closed in again,
lifted, and he saw a bright lake of beautiful silvery water, stretching
out as far as he could see, and toward which with throbbing temples he
urged on the horse. The next minute it had disappeared, and some one
was calling him; the thickening of the air was not from mist, but as of
smoke. He must, he felt, with a terrible sense of depression, have
neared his devastated home, which was burning, and the light breeze was
wafting the dense smoke all over the plain.
"What news to take back to his father!" he thought, in his despair, and
this made his senses reel; something struck him heavily, and then he was
looking up at the blue sky, as a dark object came between him and it.
For a few moments he must have been quite unconscious, while the next
thing he saw was the horse's muzzle close to his face.
He started up into a sitting position, for a dismal howl rang in his
ears, followed by a loud joyous barking, which brought him to his feet,
guessing the truth.
For the heat had produced that dimness of sight, tortured him with the
sight of that imaginary lake, and finally brought on a bad attack of
giddiness, which had made him reel in the saddle and fall heavily to the
ground.
The shock had helped to revive him; and feeling better, he picked up his
gun from where it lay beneath the horse, managed to climb back into the
saddle, and the brave beast started on at once straight for a clump of
trees about a mile away, while, before they were two-thirds of the
distance, the dogs began to bark, and seemed to recover their strength,
for they bounded on, and the horse broke into a gallop, following in
their track.
A minute or two later Nic knew why, for there was a flash of light from
amongst the trees, and soon after he had thrown himself from his horse's
back, and was upon his chest in the shade, drinking draughts that seemed
to quench the fire in his throat, bathing his face, and listening to the
gentle, sucking noise made by the horse where it stood knee deep, and to
the barking and splashing of the two dogs as they revelled in the
refreshing coolness of the great water-hole.
Nearly half an hour passed before Nic resumed his place in the saddle;
the horse broke into a canter at once, the dogs ran barking by his side,
and, refreshed and clear of vision, it seemed now that the notch in the
blue mountains was not quite so far away, while, in spite of the heat,
the country on all sides was growing as beautiful as it had seemed at
his early start.
On still, but no sign of the station. The ground had ceased to be so
level, there was hardly any track, and their course was among clumps of
trees, rocks, and rugged hillocks, and there were times when the view
was cut off by their descent into some deep gully.
But his father had said that if he kept straight for the notch he would
be sure to see the house--the only one; and no house was in view. He
must be near it now: was it still in existence? or had some horrible
catastrophe befallen it?
The heat was growing insufferable again and the giddiness returning: he
could not go much farther. He had been trusting the horse too much: it
had evidently brought him astray far down in that suffocating gully,--
the growth was different. He was riding amongst ferns--ferns like those
he saw at home, and ferns that spread green lacework fronds right
overhead. He must be dreaming again and going to fall from his horse,
which was ascending the rapid slope the farther side of the gully. They
were soon at the top, and the breeze came pure and sweet again; and a
wild cry of exultation burst from the boy's parched throat, for, not a
mile away, standing high upon the slope beyond another gully, there was
a long, low, white house, with a cluster of wooden buildings near.
Beyond it a rising ground was dotted with sheep; there were cattle, too,
farther away, and, as in response to his cry, the dogs burst out into a
loud barking, Nic pressed his horse's sides, the spirited animal
breaking into a swift gallop and racing on.
For there was no sign of fire or smoke: a glorious picture of a bright
oasis in the great wilderness was before him, and his former fears were
vain; for, yes--no--yes, out there in the clear air stood a group of
watching figures, and the next moment the boy's eyes grew dim--not so
dim, though, that he was unable to see white handkerchiefs waving him a
welcome--a welcome to his long-wished-for home.