Bracy felt quite sure that they were being tracked, but he did not look
round till they were well within the shelter of the rocks for which they
aimed. Then, as soon as he could feel that he was certain of being
unobserved, he raised his head above one of the blocks, and took his
glass to read more fully their position. For, in a long line, at
intervals of some ten yards or so, the enemy was coming on, without a
sign of haste, but in the quiet, determined way of those who know that
they are following an absolute certainty, and that it is only a matter
of time before their prey drops down at their mercy.
The day was gloriously bright, and the vast landscape of rock, forest,
and gleaming water to their left, and the dazzling stretch of peak,
snowfield, and glacier, with its many gradations of silver and delicious
blue, on their right, presented a scene which the mind might have
revelled in for hours. But Bracy saw nothing of Nature's beauties, for
his attention was centred in the long line of tribes-men coming slowly
on, their movements being so full of suggestion and offering themselves
for easy reading.
Bracy closed his glass, and turned with wrinkled brow to Gedge, who took
this as an invitation to give his opinion; and he went on at once, as if
in answer to a few remarks from his officer.
"Yes, sir," he said; "it is a nice game, and no mistake. The cowards!
Look at 'em, sir. That's what they mean to do--come sneaking along
after us, waiting for a chance to rush in and take a stroke, and then
slipping off again before we can get a shot at 'em. That's what they
think; but they're making the biggest mistake they over made in their
lives. They don't know yet what one of our rifles can do."
"You think they mean to follow us up, Gedge?"
"That's it, sir. They'll hang about for a chance. These niggers
haven't got anything to do; so, when they see a chance of doing a bit of
a job so as to get something, they give theirselves up to it and go on,
spending days and weeks to get hold of what they could have got honestly
in half the time. But, look here, sir."
"Yes," said Bracy, nodding, as his companion tapped his rifle. "We
could keep them off by good shooting, Gedge, while it is light; but what
about the darkness?"
"Yes; that's what bothers me, sir. They don't try the shooting then,
but sets their guns on one side, and lakes to those long, sharp knives."
Bracy nodded again, and Gedge drew back, and began to make quick points
with his rifle, acting as if the bayonet were fixed.
"That'll be it after dark, sir. Bay'net's more than a match for any
knife in the dark."
"Yes," said Bracy; "but it means one of us to be always awake, and in
such a journey as ours this will be distressing."
"Never mind, sir. We'll take double allowance of sleep first chance
afterwards. Yes; I see, sir; that patch o' stones, one of which lies
over o' one side--to the left."
"Forward!" said Bracy; and the spot indicated was reached, the short
halt made, and they went on again, after noting that the enemy was
slowly following on their track.
That seemed a day of days to Bracy, and interminably long and wearisome.
They kept along as near the edge of the snow as they could, and watched
the two bodies of men to right and left till they were hidden by the
inequalities of the ground; but they came into sight again and again.
About midday the two parties were seen to meet, and then come to a halt,
about a mile from where Bracy and his companion crouched, as usual, in
among some loose rocks, in the unenviable position of being between two
fires, the enemy in the rear halting too, and making no effort to come
to close quarters after the lesson they had learned about the long,
thin, pencil-like bullets sent whistling from Gedge's rifle.
"Can you make out what they are doing, sir?" asked Gedge.
"Sitting together, and I think eating."
"That's what you said the others were doing, sir."
"Yes."
"Then wouldn't it be a good time for us to be having a refresher, sir?"
"Very good time indeed, Gedge, if you can eat," said Bracy meaningly.
"If I can eat, sir?" said Gedge, turning over his officer's words.
"Why, sir, I feel famished. Don't you?"
"No," said Bracy sadly. "I suppose the anxiety has taken away my
appetite."
"But you must eat, sir. Make your load lighter, too. There are times
when I feel as if I should like to eat all I want, and then chuck all
the rest away. One don't seem to want anything but cartridges; but
then, you see, sir, one does, or else the works won't go. I'm wonderful
like a watch, I am--I want winding up reg'lar, and then I go very tidy;
but if I'm not wound up to time I runs down and turns faint and queer,
and about the biggest coward as ever shouldered a rifle. I'm just no
use at all, not even to run away, for I ain't got no strength. Yes,
sir, that's how it is: I must be wound up as much as a Waterbury watch,
and wittles is the key."
"Go on, then," said Bracy, smiling; "wind yourself up, Gedge, and I'll
do the same."
"Thank ye, sir; that's done me no end o' good," cried the lad,
brightening up. "You've give me a reg'lar good appetite now."
Gedge proceeded to prove this fact at once, and his words and the
example set him had the effect of making his leader begin to eat a few
mouthfuls, these leading to more; and at the end of a minute or two both
were heartily enjoying their repast, although the prospect before them
seemed to promise that this would be the last meal of which they would
partake.
As they watched the enemy in front and rear they could only come to the
conclusion that it was as impossible to continue their journey as it was
to retreat. There was the open north to the left of their intended
course, but as far as they could make out it was impassable. By stern
endeavour they felt that they might in time wade through the deep snow
and reach the mountains; but, as far as they could judge, farther
progress in the way of striking through them, and then turning round to
their right, was not possible without the aid of ice-axe and rope. And
again, there was the less mountainous part of the country across the
side valley they had traversed, and where they might climb the ridge and
make a circuit to the left; but that course would probably lead them
more amongst the encampments of the enemy besieging the fort; and they
had hardly begun discussing this course when Gedge exclaimed:
"Take your spy-glass, sir. There's game or something on the move over
yonder to the south."
"A strong body of men, Gedge," said Bracy decisively. "The country's
alive with the wretches, and these are evidently going to join those in
our valley."
"Hard lines for the two Colonels and our poor lads, sir," said Gedge,
with his face puckering up. "If it wasn't for orders I wouldn't mind
them beggars behind; we'd get through them somehow, for it would be far
better to go at 'em sharp and have it out, so that it might end one way
or t'other, than keep creeping on here, never knowing when they may make
a rush."
"I feel the same, Gedge," said Bracy firmly; "but we have our orders,
and that mountain we must reach by night."
"Right, sir; I'm not grumbling; we're a-going to do it; but don't it
seem rum? Only the other day the place was empty everywhere, and it was
just as if the enemy had all been shot and buried theirselves, while
when you gents went out shooting, and the Colonel sent out little
parties to scout and cover you coming back, in case the niggers showed,
we went about over and over again, and never see a soul. And now, just
because you've got to take word to the Ghoorkha Colonel that we want
help, all of 'em have turned out so as to send us back to our quarters."
Bracy let his companion chatter on; but he was actively busy the while
with his glass, which gave him a clear picture in miniature of every
movement of their pursuers, at the same time convincing him that neither
the enemy in front, nor those, perfectly plain now on the ridge across
the little valley, were aware of their presence.
"We must be getting on, Gedge," he said at last; "the enemy behind is on
the move, and they are opening out to the left."
"That means getting down to the hollow yonder, sir, to come upon our
flank or cut us off. Oh! don't I wish you could detach a party
skirmishing, ready to counter upon them and send 'em back; but the force
aren't strong enough, sir. You see, you want me to form the reserve."
Bracy smiled, and once more they stepped out, making for patch after
patch of rocks, the more boldly now that they saw the enemy in front was
crossing their intended track as if to get to the ridge on the other
side of the valley, and form a junction with the men there.
"Double!" said Bracy suddenly; and they trotted now wherever the ground
would allow of such a way of progressing, and in the hope of getting
well forward; but, to their disgust, it was to find that their
indefatigable pursuers imitated every movement, running when they ran,
and settling down again to a walk as soon as they slowed.
And so the afternoon wore on, with the position in the rear unchanged,
but the front clearing as the sun sank lower in the west.
"There's a more hopeful lookout yonder, Gedge," said Bracy, "but these
scoundrels seem more determined than ever."
"That's right, sir; and the worst of it is they won't come, within shot.
They're waiting for the dark. That's their game. Couldn't we steal a
march on 'em somehow, sir? for this is getting a bit stupid."
"We can steal the march as soon as it's dark," replied Bracy. "I have
been thinking of that; but then there is the difficulty of getting along
in this rough place, and we may be getting out of the frying-pan into
the fire."
"Well, I don't know as if would be any hotter, sir. Don't you think
we'd better lie down behind some of the stones and pick a few of 'em off
as they come up?"
"It might cheek them, if we could do it; but if you look through the
glass you will see that they keep sending a couple of men up all the
high places, who keep watch, and they'd signal to their companions that
we were in ambush."
"I was afraid so, sir," said Gedge grimly; "that's always the way with
my plans. There's always a hole in the bottom o' the tub I make 'em in,
and they run out like sand."
"How would this do?" said Bracy. "Suppose we pick out a good place just
as it is getting dark, and settle ourselves down to watch."
"That sounds right, sir," said Gedge encouragingly. "Then, as soon as
they have got used to seeing us there looking over the stones, suppose
we slip off our 'elmets, and leave them on the rocks, and creep away for
some distance before we rise, and then go on as fast as we can so as the
'elmets may keep 'em off for a bit, sir."
"Yes; I see what you mean, but the trick is too old. Remember how the
men put their helmets or caps above the breastworks to tempt them to
fire. Depend upon it they would suspect."
"May be, sir, may be not; but we're in a fix, and we must do something."
"But the thing is what?"
"If we wanted to go back, sir--to retreat," began Gedge.
"Which we do not," said Bracy coldly.
"Of course not right away, sir; but to make a fresh start, that dodge
would do."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, this, sir; suppose we put our 'elmets on the tops o' two stones
just as it's getting dark."
"Well, go on," said Bracy impatiently.
"Then we keep our eyes upon our gentlemen to see whether they come in
nigh enough first so as to give us a shot, and if they don't we wait
till it's dark enough."
"And then go on as fast as we can, and without our helmets, to be
exposed to the sun by day, the cold wind and snow by night, if we were
not overtaken and finished. Bah, my lad! that will not do."
"No, sir; but that ain't the way my story goes," said Gedge, grinning.
"Let's have your way, then," said Bracy impatiently, as he scanned the
enemy in the distance with his glass.
"I mean this, sir. We puts our 'elmets as 'fore-said on the rocks,
watches till it's quite dark, and then, instead o' doubling off on our
journey, we just creeps away to right or left, say a hundred yards, and
then lies down."
"Yes?"
"Bimeby, one by one, my gentlemen comes creeping up with their long
knives, ready to cut us up in the dark, supposing that we're there on
the watch. Dessay dozen of 'em would come, front, right, left, and
rear; and then, after they've surrounded our 'elmets, they goes right in
for us, and slashes them instead of us. Next minute there's a reg'lar
hoo-roar, and most likely, if we're lucky, they've chopped one; another
awful. But whether they have or not, they've found out we're not there,
and that they've been done; and on they goes in a passion right away,
hoping to catch up to us again in the morning to carry on the same game
of following us and giving us no rest till we're quite done, and the job
to finish us is as easy as that."
He kissed his hand by way of illustrating the simplicity of the
business.
"Yes; we should get rid of their hideous, heart-wearing pursuit," said
Bracy thoughtfully, "and then be able to make a fresh start, of course.
But what about covering for our heads?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that, sir. I'm on'y a thin un, and there's
plenty o' spare stuff in this skin coat to spare for a couple o' woolly
busbies as 'll suit us for this journey far better than 'elmets. The
niggers at a distance would take us for the real article then. Now the
spikes on our heads says English to every one as sees 'em."
"Yes," said Bracy thoughtfully; "that might be done if we could make the
wool hats."
"Don't you worry yourself about that, sir. It's on'y like cutting two
big long squares to measure, and doubling 'em over sidewise, and sewing
two edges together. Then you sews the top edges, turns the thing inside
out, and--"
"Well, and what?" said Bracy, for the lad stopped short and grinned.
"Puts 'em on, sir. That's all."
"And we have scissors and needles and thread and thimbles, of course,"
said Bracy mockingly.
"That's right, sir. In my pocket. Didn't Mother Gee give me 'em all
ready for sewing up bandages and seeing to wounds? I'd a deal rather
make caps with 'em; wouldn't you?"
"Of course, of course, Gedge," Bracy hastened to say. "Here, it's time
we began to put our plan in action."
"Time to get on a bit farther first, sir. But do you really think that
dodge would do?"
"I think enough of it to make me say that we'll try it, Gedge; and, if
it succeeds, I tell you what, hard as it may be, we'll try the snow."
"That's the place to hide in, sir, when we creep away."
"Of course. Capital!"
"Might roll ourselves over in it, and it would stick to our coats, and
they'd never find us. But I don't know about going on that way, sir."
"We must; I see no other."
"But what about footmarks afterwards, sir? It's like putting down a lot
o' holes to show 'em the way we've gone."
"Holes that the sun would soon till in, or fresh snow fall to hide. But
we need not study that. The enemy would go on and never think of coming
back to make a fresh start. Even if they did, they would never find the
place again that they went to in the dark."
"Not by the 'elmets, sir?"
"No; they'd make sure of them--carry them off as trophies. But I see a
terrible difficulty."
"Do yer, sir? I'm very sorry."
"Suppose, while we're lying in the snow, one or two of the ruffians come
and stumble right over us?"
"I hope they won't, sir," said Gedge, with a grim look in his eyes, as
he drew his dagger-like bayonet out and touched the point with his
thumb. "That's pretty sharp, sir, and we should be on the lookout, and
holding 'em in our hands, as what Sergeant Gee calls a shiver-de-freexe.
They might tumble on them."
"Gedge, my lad, you're full of resources," said Bracy eagerly. "We'll
try your plan, exactly as you propose."
"Thank ye, sir," said the lad uneasily; "but I don't want you to think
I'm cocky and knowing, and like to be thought double cunning."
"That will do," said Bracy, smiling. "Let's think of the task we have
in hand. It is no time to discuss trifles. This is all part of
fighting for our lives."