IN HOT PURSUIT
"Now for the next move," said Royce to Challis. "Feel better, old
man?"
"Much! It's so good to see you again. But I'm fairly crocked."
"Never mind that. You'll be all right after a rest. We mustn't lose
any time, though. Can you tell me how far back the horsemen left
you?"
"Two or three miles, I think. They went off to the left; of course I
didn't know why, though I see now."
"Well, there are about thirty of them, aren't there? They have
probably crossed the river by this time, higher up, and are waiting
somewhere ahead. We can't tell how long they will wait before they
become uneasy, but no doubt when they do they will ride to the
bridge. Finding it broken down, they will probably think that the
whole party is making for the ford, and will very likely ride back
and round to meet them. That ought to give us several hours."
"Little enough if they discover what has really happened."
"Yes; they've a great advantage of us in their horses. There's only
one thing to be done. With only fourteen rifles we can't fight them.
We must get back as quickly as we can. What luck to recover all our
baggage!"
"There's food, too; not very much, certainly, which shows that the
Tubus aren't far from their own grounds."
"True, and their tribe may number hundreds for all we know. It's a
ticklish position for us. But we concealed near your camp the food
we brought with us. We must all get back as quickly as possible and
secure that. I only hope that we shan't be pursued, for we should
stand no chance at all against mounted men."
Royce wasted no time. First of all he had the six men of the
rearguard tied up like their comrades and laid at the edge of the
rushes, where they would be discovered by their friends when they
returned to the bridge.
Then he selected four of the Hausas to carry Challis on a litter made
of their rifles. Soon the whole party was marching back along the
track, John leading with six of the men armed with rifles, Royce
bringing up the rear with the remainder.
There was a remarkable change in the demeanour of the negroes.
Whereas before they had marched slowly, listlessly, they now stepped
out with buoyant vigour. Freedom gave them new strength. The loads
had been distributed among them, so that each man's burden was light;
and they pressed on untiringly, only eager to get back to their homes.
Again and again Royce looked back anxiously along the track. There
was no sign of pursuit. Without halting a moment the party marched
on until nightfall, and then encamped, worn out, but happy, for they
were pretty sure that no attack would be made on them during the dark
hours. Nevertheless, Royce arranged for the guarding of the camp
through the night by the Hausas in turn.
He exchanged notes with Challis about all that had happened since
they parted.
"I've one hope," he said. "It is that the Tubus, knowing they have
white men to deal with, will not molest us further. They have
experience of what white men can do, because their lands are on
French territory."
"But the French have little control over them, judging by their
raids," replied Challis. "I fear we can't reckon on being left
alone. They will be enraged at the loss of a fine haul of slaves,
and the men we left tied up will tell them that there are only two of
us. Besides, that man you call Goruba has a score against you. It
is clear to me now that at first he mistook me for you."
"The whole thing is sickening," said Royce. "It looks as though our
prospecting for tin is at an end. We can't proceed with hostile
savages hovering about us. But we've much to be thankful for."
As soon as it was light they broke up camp and resumed the march.
The long rest had greatly benefited Challis, whom, however, Royce
would not allow to walk.
The condition of some of his men made Royce anxious; but the negro
has great endurance, and the hope of reaching safety helped the men
to keep up.
There was still no sign of pursuit, and Royce grew more and more
cheerful as time went on. In the afternoon the party arrived at
Challis's dismantled camp. In order to prevent a raid upon the
provisions, Royce had ordered John and Gambaru not to mention where
they were hidden. On reaching the spot, he led the main body of the
prisoners some little distance beyond, and commanded them to rest on
the ground until food was brought to them.
The calabashes were found just as John had left them. Food was
served out to the whole party--sparingly, for it was impossible to
tell when another supply could be obtained.
During the meal, Royce discussed the position with Challis. They
decided to give the prisoners the opportunity of returning to their
homes. When it was put to the poor negroes, most of them, including
all the women, set off at once in different directions. But a group
of the men hung back.
"Dey want to stay with Massa," John explained.
"But I don't want them. We shall have to go back to the coast."
"Dat make um berry jolly, sah," said John. "Houses burnt; no place
can go; dey like berry much go with Massa."
"What do you say to that, Tom?" Royce asked of Challis.
"They had much better stay in their own country. But I suppose we
can hardly turn the poor fellows away. Let them come; I daresay
they'll be tired of it long before we reach Akassa."
"We'll start in about an hour, then--unless----"
"Unless what?"
"Well, the idea of chucking things up when we've come so many
hundreds of miles makes me sick. I was wondering whether after all
we couldn't make our way into French territory, and persuade the
authorities to back us up."
Before Challis could reply, there came a shout from Gambaru, who had
been stationed to keep watch.
"What does he say, John?" asked Royce.
"Him see horses, sah."
Royce sprang up, and ran to a stretch of rising ground from which the
country northward was visible for some miles. One glance was enough.
The negro horsemen were in pursuit.
Stooping so as to be as little visible as possible, Royce doubled
back. It was clear that to march southward with a mounted enemy on
their heels would be to court destruction. To take refuge in the
bush or the woodland would merely postpone the disaster for a short
time. What could be done?
An idea flashed into his mind. Was there time to reach the fort in
which John and he had spent that unforgettable night? All depended
on the number of the horsemen he had just seen. If they were the men
who had forded the river, unreinforced, there was a bare chance.
By the time he regained the camp Royce had made up his mind.
"John, tell these men to carry the food and baggage into the forest
yonder," he said. "You must lead them. We will make for the fort.
Give Mr. Challis your rifle."
It was some minutes before the released prisoners, laden with their
bundles, had got under way. Meanwhile, Royce drew up the Hausas in
line, and, facing towards the oncoming horsemen, moved backward
slowly towards the forest.
The carriers had not yet gained the shelter of the trees when the
Tubus, some thirty in number, broke from cover and charged down upon
the little party. Royce was at one end of the line, Challis at the
other.
"Don't fire until I give the word," said Royce.
The horsemen rode on with shrill yells, firing as they came. But
their aim was wild, and no one was hit. Slowly withdrawing, Royce
kept his eye fixed on them, whispering:
"Steady! Steady! Wait for the word."
The Hausas were panting with excitement, but not a man of them lifted
his rifle. At last, when the horsemen were little more than two
hundred yards away, Royce dropped on his knee.
"Now, boys!" he said.
Following his example, the Hausas fired. It was a somewhat ragged
volley, but at the short range almost every shot told. Many saddles
were emptied; some of the enemy drew rein; others galloped on, to be
met by a second volley, which completely broke the charge. The
survivors wheeled their horses and dashed madly back towards the
bushes from behind which they had emerged.
"Now, boys, with me!" cried Royce.
He led them at the double across the open space into the belt of
woodland which John with his party had already entered. His stand
had given them a respite, but there could be little doubt that this
troop of the enemy was merely an advance guard, for Goruba was not
among them. Everything now depended on whether the fort could be
reached before Goruba came up with a much larger force.
"Step out as quickly as possible, boys," said Royce. "Their horses
won't be much good to them if we get into the fort. You have done
well."