It was to this village and kopje, turned after its long occupation into
what proved to be an impregnable stronghold--one which so far, to the
Boers' cost, maintained its promise--that Drew Lennox and Bob Dickenson
returned after their unfortunate fishing expedition, the colonel, a
bluff, sun-burnt, stern-looking officer, meeting them with a frown as
they came up. "How many men hurt, Roby?" he said.
"Only one, sir. Dickenson had his ear nicked by a bullet."
"Humph! Might have been worse, my lad," said the colonel. "Show it to
the doctor.--Where are your fish, Lennox?"
"In the river, sir," said the young officer, with a shrug of the
shoulders. "How was that?"
The young man briefly explained, and the colonel nodded his head.
"Look here," he said, "we want some change from our monotonous fare; but
if you two had come back loaded with salmon I should have forbidden any
further fishing--so of course I do now. I can't afford to have my
officers setting themselves up as butts for the Boers to practise at."
"We have taken fifteen prisoners and their horses, sir," interposed
Captain Roby, making an effort to turn aside the wrath of their chief.
"Yes, Mr Roby, I saw that you had some prisoners," replied the colonel
meaningly; "but, excuse me, I had not finished addressing these two
gentlemen."
"I beg pardon, sir."
"That will do," said the colonel. "There, I need say no more. Let's
see the prisoners."
"I don't think I like fishing as a sport, Drew, old man," said
Dickenson, rubbing his ear, and then wincing with pain. "Come on, and
let's see the inspection of the enemy. But the boss needn't have been
so gruff. We acted as bait, and he has caught fifteen Boers and their
horses."
"And how are we to feed them all now we have got them?" said Lennox,
with a quaint smile.
"Oh, that's what made the old man so waxy!" cried the other. "I see
now. Well, let him set them up and have them shot."
"Of course; according to our merciless custom," said Lennox
sarcastically; and directly after the two friends closed up to where the
prisoners were being paraded, their horses, clever, wiry-looking little
cobs, being led up behind them by some of the men.
It was almost the first time that the young men had been in such close
contact with the sturdy, obstinate enemy they had so long kept at bay,
and they stared eagerly at the rough, unshorn, ill-clad, farmer-like
fellows, for the most part big-bearded, sun-tanned, and full of vigour,
who met their gaze defiantly, but kept on directing uneasy glances at
the other officers, more than once looking eagerly at their led horses
as if mentally weighing whether by a bold rush they could reach their
steeds, spring upon them, and gallop away.
But a glance round showed them the impossibility of such a proceeding,
for they were unarmed and surrounded by men with fixed bayonets, while,
in addition, every pony had an armed man holding its bridle; and as
their shifty eyes were turned from one to another in a questioning way,
the prevailing thought seemed to be that any such proceeding would be
mad in the extreme, and could only result in their being shot down.
The inspection did not take long, and the colonel turned away to confer
with the group of officers who followed him.
"The sooner we get rid of these fellows the better," he said, "for we
can't keep them here. What shall I do?" he continued, in response to a
question from the major of the regiment. "Make them take the oaths to
be on parole not to bear arms against us again?"
"Ready for them to go and break their word," grumbled the major.
"Of course; after what has passed we can't trust them a bit. But we
can't keep them here an hour; half-an-hour is too much. They will see
far more of our weakness and the state of our defences in five minutes
than I like."
He turned to the heavy, big-bearded man who seemed to be the leader, and
asked if he would take the oath not to fight against the Queen again.
The man started and looked relieved, for he grasped all that was said to
him--words which came while he was still in doubt as to what their fate
was to be, his ideas tending towards a volley of rifles fired at ten
paces.
The next minute he was interpreting the colonel's words to his comrades
in misfortune, and with a meaning smile each man willingly made the
promise in Dutch that he would take no further part in the war.
"Look here," said the colonel to their leader; "make them fully
understand that if they are again taken in arms against the Queen--"
"They have no Queen," said the Boer leader surlily. "This is the
Transvaal Republic."
"Indeed!" said the colonel sternly. "This is not the Transvaal
Republic, but a part of the British Dominions now; and remember that you
all owe allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen-Empress, whose laws you have
now sworn to obey."
The man scowled.
"And if, as I was telling you, any of you are again found fighting
against our troops, you will not be treated as people at war against us,
but as rebels liable to be tried by a short drum-head court-martial, and
shot out of hand. Do you understand?"
The man nodded.
"Make your companions fully understand it too."
The Boer leader hesitated as if about to speak, but the colonel turned
upon him sharply.
"Quick, sir," he cried; "I have no time to waste. Tell your companions
this, so that there may be no mistake."
The man stepped back, and his followers pressed round him talking
eagerly, several of them understanding English to some extent, and for a
few minutes they conversed together excitedly, till, with a shrug of the
shoulders, the principal Boer turned and advanced to the colonel.
"Well," said the latter, "do they fully grasp all this?"
"Oh yes; they know," replied the man sourly.
"That will do, then," said the colonel. "No; stop. You are no longer
our enemies, and we have treated you well; henceforth act as friends.
Go back to your farms, and collect and bring here corn, oxen, and sheep,
as much as you like, and I will buy it of you at a good price."
The Boer brightened up at this.
"In money?" he said. "Not in paper orders?"
"In hard cash, my suspicious friend," said the colonel, with a look of
contempt; "but it's time you had learnt that our government paper is as
good as Transvaal gold."
"We will be paid in gold," said the Boer, with a peculiar smile.
"That will do, then," said the colonel. "Now you can go, and the sooner
you set to work to teach your fellow-countrymen to respect the British
Government the better for you all. Now, off at once."
The Boer rejoined his companions, talked with them for a few minutes,
and returned.
"Back again?" said the colonel. "Well, what is it?"
"We are waiting to go," said the Boer coolly.
"Very well; the way is open," said the colonel. "Off with you, and
think you are lucky that we do not keep you as prisoners."
As he spoke he pointed out towards the open veldt; but the Boer shook
his head.
"Not that way," he said. "We want to cross the spruit to join our
friends."
The colonel hesitated.
"Well," he said, turning to the major, "perhaps it is not fair to send
them out on the karoo."
"But if you let them join their friends they will be fighting against us
again to-morrow."
"So they will be," said the colonel grimly, "if we send them in the
other direction. You don't suppose I have any faith in their parole, do
you?"
"I did not know," said the major.
"There, I will send a picket with you to see you safely to the ford,"
said the colonel. "Now, off at once, and bring the forage as soon as
you can."
"To-morrow or next night," said the Boer, with a nod.
"Here, Roby, send a sergeant's guard to see these people past the
outposts.--Now, my good fellow, time is valuable here. Follow that
gentleman, and he will see that you are safely passed through our lines.
Well, what now?"
"You haven't given him orders to return us our horses and our rifles."
"What!" cried the colonel.
"We can't get about without them," said the Boer coolly.
The colonel laughed.
"Well, of all the cool impudence!" he cried. "Why, you insolent dog!"
he roared, "do you expect we are such children that we are going to give
you the means of attacking us again directly you are safe?--Here, Roby,
see these fellows out of the lines."
The colonel turned away and walked back to his quarters, followed by a
torrent of abuse, which was promptly checked by Captain Roby, who gave
his orders sharply, and the prisoners were marched off in front of the
sergeant's guard with fixed bayonets.
But the incident was not quite at an end, for before a quarter of an
hour had elapsed the crackling of rifle-fire was heard in the direction
of the ford, towards which men were sent at once. The alarm soon died
out on the cause being known, the sergeant reporting that he had
approached the ford with the prisoners and displayed a flag of truce,
which brought out a party of five or six dozen Boers upon the farther
side of the river, into whose charge the prisoners were given. But no
sooner were all across and seen to be talking to their friends than
there was a rush for cover, and before the sergeant and the outposts
stationed there could grasp what the movement meant the enemy's fire was
opened upon them.
"Any one hurt, sergeant?" said Captain Roby.
"No, sir, wonderful to relate. Our lads were too sharp for them, and
dropped at once. My heart rose to my mouth, sir, for I thought three of
ours were hit; but it was only their sharpness, for they were returning
the fire the next moment, and we kept it up as hot as the enemy did till
they fell back."
"Quite time the Boers were taught the meaning of civilised war, Bob,"
said Lennox as they returned to their quarters.
"Quite; but I'm out of heart with them," replied Dickenson. "They're
bad pupils--such a one-sided lot."
"What about the corn and sheep and beef those fellows are to bring
to-morrow or next night?" said Lennox grimly.
"Well, what about it? I'm afraid they'll be too much offended with the
colonel's treatment to come."
"Yes," said Lennox; "so am I."