"Don't worry about the diamond charge!" said the Commandant; but Oliver
West did, day after day, though he got better fast and was soon able to
go and sit with Ingleborough, who slowly recovered, as a man does who
has had nearly all the life-blood drained from his body. West worried,
and Ingle borough did too; for those were anxious days, those in
Kimberley, which brought strong men low, even near to despair, while the
wounded, weak, and sick were often ready to think that relief would
never come.
West and Ingleborough recovered from their wounds only gradually, to
suffer with the rest, returning to duty when really unfit, while the
deadly work went on, the men braving the shell and shot with more spirit
when they knew that the women and children were safe within the mines.
Then came the day of relief, and with it the feeling that a long night
of misery and despair had ended; and that night West and Ingleborough
grasped hands, the former's pale sallow face lighting up with something
of his old look, as he exclaimed: "Now, if the General would only march
in with his prisoners, and bring Anson before us face to face!"
Everything, the proverb says, comes to the man who waits, and certainly
it was so here, for the day did come when the General rode in at the
head of his dashing cavalry brigade, and, what was more, with the
prisoners, and with them Anson, very much reduced in weight.
There was something more than mere eagerness to be freed from an
accusation which led the two young men down to the General's camp next
morning to wait until they could see him in their turn.
On their way they sought out the sergeant who had had Anson under his
charge, and he grinned at them in recognition.
"You were about right, gentlemen," he said, "about that prisoner."
"What about him?" said West eagerly.
"About his being an Englishman. I've seen a lot of him along with the
other prisoners, and he's as English as can be. Piet Retif! Why, he's
got James Anson written on the tails of his shirts--that is, what he's
got left."
"But look here, sergeant," said Ingleborough anxiously: "what about his
wagon?"
"Oh, that's all right, sir! Loaded up."
"Has he had the run of it?"
"Not he, sir. He wanted to, but I only let him get some under-toggery,
shirts and such. I couldn't refuse him that!"
"Did he go alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"Quite?"
"Well, not quite, sir, because I was with him."
"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough, in a tone full of relief.
"I've stuck to him, by the General's orders, ever since. Like a leech,
sir," said the sergeant, in conclusion--"like a leech."
The cavalry General welcomed the young men warmly, and, as it happened,
the same four officers were with him, ready to join in the greeting.
"I never expected to see you two fellows again," said one of them,
laughing. "I was out with my men when you were cut off. Why, you must
have had a very narrow escape!"
"Of course," said the General, laughing; "but that has been the fashion:
we have all had narrow escapes. Well, you got safely in with your
despatch?"
"We got in with our despatch, sir!" said West rather grimly, "but not
safely;" and he briefly told their adventures.
"Bravo! Well done!" was chorussed.
"Why, you two will have to join the regulars!" said the General. "We
can't have men like you for volunteers! Think it over, and, if you
decide to join, come to me, and I'll see what I can do! Now then, don't
want to be rude; but I have no time for ordinary visitors. You sent
word in that you wanted to see me on important business. What is it?"
"You speak," said Ingleborough, and West began.
"We want to know about the prisoner taken that day, sir--the man who
said he was a Boer."
"I remember," cried the General. "I have him safe."
"When is he to be tried, sir?"
"Can't say; he will be handed over to the authorities who see to such
things now. You said he was a renegade who had joined the Boers."
"Yes, sir, after being charged with illicit-diamond-dealing with the
Kaffirs working at the great Kimberley mines; and we want you to give
orders for the wagon he had with him to be searched."
"His wagon searched?" cried the General. "How am I to know which wagon
he had?"
"The sergeant knows where it is, sir," replied West; "and we could
recognise it directly."
"But why do you want it searched--what for?"
"For diamonds, sir, that he brought away from Kimberley, and which you
have brought back."
"H'm! Diamonds, eh? This sounds interesting!" said the General. "You
think he has some there?"
"We both believe he has, sir, and of great value."
"What do you say, gentlemen?"
"Oh, let's have the search made by all means!" cried one of the
officers, laughing. "It may mean salvage and loot, and all sorts of
good things!"
"Very well! Take the matter up, and I'll see the search made! Let the
prisoner be present, of course. I'll be ready in half-an-hour."
Punctually to the minute the General was ready, and he walked down
through the temporary camp to where the wagon stood among scores of
others, while the sergeant and four men stood by with Anson, who looked
shifty and uncomfortable, wincing suddenly as he caught sight of West
and Ingleborough, and then gazing sharply about at the mounted Lancers
on duty as patrols, for the prisoners were many, and there had been
several attempts at escape.
The General looked at him sharply, and then at the wagon.
"Is that your wagon, prisoner?"
"It was till you took it!" replied the young man surlily.
"What do you say, sergeant?"
"Yes, sir," answered the sergeant, with military brevity. "I marked it
with my knife the day that it was taken."
As he spoke he laid a finger upon a couple of notches he had made in the
wood-work.
"Now then," said the General, "before I have the wagon examined--"
Anson's eyes twitched.
"Repeat the charge you made against this man!" continued the General.
Ingleborough now firmly repeated almost word for word what he had before
said, and charged Anson with being an illicit-diamond-dealer.
"And upon what do you base this charge?" said the General sternly.
"The personal knowledge of myself and friend here," replied
Ingleborough.
"All lies, General," cried Anson excitedly. "Those two are charging me
with what they did themselves. They were illicit-diamond-dealers, and
when they were found out they tried to plant the crime on me. All
lies!"
"Crime? Yes," said the General thoughtfully. "Yes; I suppose it is one
of the greatest crimes that a man can commit in Kimberley. All lies,
eh! Well, sir, not all, for it is evident from your speech that you are
an Englishman and not a Boer. I judge too that you were in the
company's office at Kimberley."
"Oh yes, General," said Anson; "that is true, and through the plotting
of these two men I was turned out of my situation."
"And then deserted to the Boers?"
"No, General. I was obliged to do something for a living, so I bought a
wagon to go in for trade; but I was captured by the Boers and they have
kept me a prisoner ever since. Then you fought the Boers and beat them,
and took me prisoner again. That's why I'm here."
"An Englishman--prisoner to your own countrymen? Why did you not
declare what you were? What did he say his name was, sergeant?"
"Said he was a Boer and his name was Piet Retif, sir," said the
sergeant, with a look of disgust at Anson's fat face.
"Yes; that looks black against him!" said the General. "He is taken
with the Boers, while those who charge him are men of trust, being
chosen to bear despatches."
"Because they were not found out, sir!" cried Anson. "There never was a
worse pair of cheats and tricksters."
"Perhaps not!" said the General. "So you were a prisoner with the
Boers, my man?"
"Yes, General, and very glad to see the British troops come up and gain
such a success."
"You said that you was a dealer in mealies and corn," growled the
sergeant.
"Well, a man must do something for his living."
"Of course," said the General. "Well, you look simple and innocent
enough."
"I am, sir, really!" cried Anson.
"And never engaged in illicit-diamond-dealing?"
"Me, sir? Never," cried Anson virtuously. "I was only charged by those
two to save themselves! Then they got on, and I was trampled down."
"And joined the Boers out of revenge, eh?"
"No, sir: it was all fate and accident."
"Well, fate is very unkind to us sometimes, my man," said the General.
"That is your wagon and span of oxen, you say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, you have prospered by your change. What did you say you traded
in?"
"Provender, sir--mealies and corn."
"And you?" cried the General, turning sharply to West. "What do you
think he deals in?"
"I believe he deals in diamonds, sir," replied West.
"Why?" said the General.
"For one reason, sir, because my friend, in whom I have perfect faith,
caught him in the act."
"Yes: anything more?"
"I know him to be a cowardly liar, sir, and--"
"Oh!" groaned Anson. "I never heard anything like it."
"Go on," said the General.
"Lastly, sir, because he set it about that I had volunteered to carry a
despatch to Mafeking so as to get away with the diamonds I had
smuggled."
"And did you?" said the General.
"I got away to Mafeking with the despatch!" said West, smiling.
"And where are the diamonds in question?"
"My friend and I believe that they are in James Anson's wagon," said
West bitterly, for he felt bitter then against the traitor, whose
proceedings he recalled when they were prisoners. Later on he felt a
little sorry for his words.
"Oh!" cried Anson, throwing up his hands and looking appealingly at the
General, who fixed him with his eyes.
"Well," he said; "what have you to say to this?"
"It's abominable, sir--it's atrocious--it's cruel!"
"Then you have no smuggled diamonds with you?"
"No, sir," cried Anson excitedly. "They charged me once before, and had
my wagon searched by the police."
"And did the police find any?"
"No, sir, not one! It was a blind, sir, so that they might carry off
theirs by throwing the police off the scent. I'll be bound to say they
have a lot with them now!"
"Well, I doubt that!" said the General, smiling. "Where would they
carry them?"
"Oh, sir, you don't know what artful tricks are played!" said Anson
eagerly.
"Oh, I've heard of a few since I came to South Africa; but I don't think
it likely that a couple of despatch-riders would carry many
illicit-diamonds with them!"
"Have the butts of their revolvers examined, sir, and the stuffing of
their saddles," cried Anson. "I have heard of the butts of rifles being
bored to hold a lot."
"So have I!" said the General; "but I fancy a wagon would be more likely
to supply hiding-places!"
"Oh yes, sir, but the police inspector searched my wagon, and did not
find any."
"You would have no objection, of course, being perfectly innocent," said
the General, "to some of my men searching your wagon?"
"Of course, I shouldn't like it, sir, but--"
"But? Ah, you mean conquest gives me the right of search?"
"It's like casting a slur on a man's character, sir."
"But it makes it shine out the brighter when you are proved to be
innocent! Here, sergeant, this case begins to be interesting! Search
our friend's wagon."
Anson tried to master a wince, and merely shrugged his shoulders,
standing with his hands in his pockets while the sergeant and his men
commenced their task, examining every part of the wagon while the
officers waited patiently, lighting up and smoking their cigars until
the sergeant came back to make his report.
"Well, what have you found?"
"Nothing but these, sir," replied the sergeant stiffly. "Tucked away
behind the doubled tilt they were, sir," and the man held out a
revolver, Anson's sword-stick, and his little mahogany flute-case.
"Humph! No diamonds, sergeant?"
"Not so much as a pin or ring, sir," replied the man.
"Are these yours, Mr Piet Retif?" said the General.
"The walking-stick and the flute-case are mine," said Anson coolly.
"The pistol must be the driver's. I had a rifle; but your men took that
away."
"Nothing else?" said the General.
"Nothing else, sir. We looked everywhere," replied the sergeant, and he
offered his superior the objects he had brought; but the General
shrugged his shoulders and looked at his officers, who each examined the
revolver, stick, and flute-case, and passed them back to the sergeant.
"Well, gentlemen," said the General, turning to West and Ingleborough:
"you hear. What have you to say now?"
"The prisoner owned to these things being his!" said Ingleborough.
"No, I didn't!" said Anson sharply. "Revolver isn't mine."
"Only lent to you, perhaps," said Ingleborough, taking the weapon from
the sergeant's hands and cocking it, making Anson wince.
"I'm not going to fire," said Ingleborough, smiling contemptuously, as
he held the pistol in both hands with his thumb-nails together on the
top of the butt. Then, pressing the cock sidewise, the butt opened from
end to end upon a concealed hinge, showing that it was perfectly
hollowed out and that half-a-dozen large diamonds lay within, closely
packed in cotton wool.
Anson turned clay-coloured.
"'Tisn't mine!" he cried. "I know nothing about it!"
"Well, never mind," said the General; "it is ours now. An interesting
bit of loot, gentlemen!"
There was a murmur of voices at this, and as soon as the pistol had been
handed round the butt was closed with a sharp snap, and the General
turned to Ingleborough again.
"Well, sir," he said: "is that all?"
"I am not sure," replied Ingleborough; "but I am suspicious about that
stick."
"You think it is hollowed out?"
"Yes, sir," said Ingleborough, and, taking it in his hands, he drew it
apart, dragging into the light from its sheath a handsome Damascened
three-edged blade, which he held against the cane, proving that the
blade went right down to the ferrule at the end.
"What about the handle?" said one of the officers eagerly, as
Ingleborough thrust back the blade into its cane sheath.
"That is what I suspect!" said Ingleborough, and he carefully examined
the silver-gilt tip, but twisted and turned it in vain, for there seemed
to be no way of opening it, till all at once he tried to twist the
sheath portion beneath the double ring which divided hilt from sheath,
when the handle turned for about half-an-inch and was then drawn off,
disclosing a hollow shell lining which held another deposit of diamonds
packed in cotton wool.
"More loot, gentlemen!" said the General, smiling. "What comes next?"
"The flute," cried two voices together, and Ingleborough opened the
case, showing the three joints fitting tightly in the velvet-lined
compartments.
"A silent musical instrument!" said the General, smiling.
"Can anyone play the overture to the Crown Diamonds?" said one of the
_aides-de-camp_ merrily.
"This is the overture!" said another, and Ingleborough took out two
joints in turn, perfectly empty, fitted them together, and then took out
the top joint, to put that in its proper position, before raising the
instrument to his lips and running up and down the gamut.
"Nothing there," said the General.
But Ingleborough lowered the flute, held it in both hands, and drew it
apart at the tuning-slide, held it sidewise, and then unscrewed the top
plug, showing an opening, out of which he shook a magnificent gem of
great size and perfect make.
"Bravo!" cried the General excitedly. And then: "I'm afraid, Mr Dealer
in mealies and corn, the judgment will go dead against you. Have you
done?" he continued, turning to Ingleborough.
"Not quite, sir!" replied the latter. "Come, West, don't let me get all
the credit for unmasking the scoundrel."
"Look here," cried Anson viciously, "I protest against being called a
scoundrel! Those are my private savings, invested in what were bought
honestly."
"I think, sir, you had better keep your tongue silent until we have
quite done!" said the General.
Then, turning to the two young men, he bade them go on.
"Come, West," said Ingleborough, "you suspect where our friend who is no
scoundrel has hidden more diamonds, do you not?"
"Well, yes," said West, rather unwillingly, for the whole business
disgusted him.
"Speak out, then! I am sure it is in the same place as I think he has
more plunder; but you shall have your turn now."
"No, no; go on," said West warmly.
"If you suspect that there is some place unsearched," said the General
sternly, "speak out, sir."
"Then I believe, sir," said West, "that if the water-cask that is slung
under the wagon is opened you will find a number of diamonds hidden
there!"
There was a burst of excitement at this, everyone present speaking save
the sergeant, who did a bit of pantomime which meant: "Of course!" for
he bent down and gave his leg a sounding slap.
"Yes," said Ingleborough; "that is where I meant."
"Why, I thought o' that once," cried the sergeant, "and then I says to
myself: `That's too stoopid a place; no one would hide diamonds where
they're sure to be found'; but I crept underneath on my hands and knees
and gave it a swing so as to make the water wash about inside. That
satisfied me, and I came away."
"You have hit the mark, Mr West," said the General, smiling. "There is
no doubt about it! Look at the prisoner's face!"
Anson tried hard to pull it back into its normal shape, for he had been
gazing at West with a malignant look that meant anything from a
rifle-shot to a stab with a bayonet.
"Now, sergeant, see if you can do better this time!" cried the General,
as Anson's mouth shut with a click.
Then he stood fast with his brow wrinkled and his hands clenched,
waiting expectantly with the rest of those present until the cask was
set free from the raw-hide reins by which it was slung under the hind
part of the wagon, and then rolled out, giving forth the regular hollow
sound of a barrel half-full of liquid.
"Only sounds like water!" muttered the sergeant, and he set it running,
to soak into the dry ground, and draining out as much as he could,
before giving an order to the nearest man to take hold of one end while
he raised the other, both men looking stern and severe in the extreme.
Then together they gave the cask a lusty shake, and the sound which
followed was that of some shovels full of pebbles rattling in the
inside.
The next minute they had set the cask down on end with a grin of
delight, which was taken up by their fellows, while a satisfied smile
dawned upon the faces of the _aides-de-camp_.
"Here, stop that fellow!" shouted one of the officers, for, in spite of
his heaviness, Anson proved that he could be active enough upon
occasion, and this was one; for, seizing his opportunity, he dived under
the wagon, and by the time the soldiers had run round to the other side
he was off, dodging in and out among the wagons in the mad idea that he
could escape; but before he had gone a hundred yards he came out
suddenly upon a mounted man, and the next instant he went sprawling over
a lance-shaft, and the steel-shod butt end was planted upon his back to
keep him from rising.
"Pity you should have taken all that trouble!" said the sergeant, as he
came panting up, followed by his men, "because we might want you to tell
us all a bit about the value of them stones! Now then, up with you.
Let him get up, Lancer! And see here, my lad, if you cut and run
again--being a prisoner caught in the act of trying to escape--my men
have orders to fire, and you're so broad and fat that they are sure to
bring you down first shot."
Anson glared at the men's rifles and fixed bayonets, but he said
nothing, marching back between the men to the spot where he had left the
General and his old fellow-clerks; but the barrel had been carried to a
place of safety, and those who had witnessed his discomfiture had gone.
Half-an-hour later he had been marched out of the camp, and was under
lock and key in the military prison, a sentry being posted at the door.