CHAPTER XXV

CHARGED BY RHINOCEROSES

On the day after the fight by the swamp, while Challis was exercising

his men, some of the boys whom he had turned into scouts ran in with

the news that a band of fifty or more armed negroes was approaching

from the south-west.

Challis hoped that he would not have to engage a new enemy. Giving

John orders to watch the newcomers, he went on with his work. By and

by, out of the tail of his eye, he saw John talking to a group of

strangers, who looked on at the drilling with the interest and

curiosity of children.

It was plain that the newcomers were friends, and that John, with

much self-importance, was eloquently expounding the virtues of white

man's medicine.

When the drilling was over, John announced that the strangers had

heard in their village, several miles away, of the defeat of the

Tubus, and had come to see the white man who had punished them. He

further explained that the negroes wished to join the forces, and

learn how to march, advance, spin round, and use pikes like them.

While John was speaking, the scouts signalled the approach of a

smaller band. Shortly afterwards, to Challis's amazement, a third

party was announced.

It was a striking proof of the extraordinary rapidity with which news

spreads in the wilds of Africa. Before the day closed, two or three

hundred men had arrived from widely scattered villages, all eager to

see the white man, and to learn something of his magic.

They were armed for the most part with spears. Challis saw in them

the making of a very respectable army; but it was clear that, if

Royce were to be relieved, there would not be time to give them even

the very slight training of the earlier recruits. He did not,

however, reject them. They would help to make a good show, and might

come in useful, if not to achieve a victory, possibly to follow it up.

Before the night was over he had reason to doubt the wisdom of his

decision. The new men belonged to different tribes, and were

inclined to quarrel among themselves. Challis ordered John to

quarter the various parties separately in the neighbourhood of the

cave, hoping that by keeping them apart he would prevent disturbance.

But a new trouble arose. One of the bands got up a war dance around

their camp fire, and worked themselves up to a fury of excitement.

Then, having learnt the whereabouts of the Tubu prisoners, they made

a rush towards them, and Challis was only just in time to prevent a

wholesale massacre.

The ringleader, who had fairly lost his head, threw a spear at the

Tubus in spite of Challis's stern command. It was clear that a

lesson was needed. Challis doubled his fists, and with two

well-planted blows, left and right, sent the man spinning.

"Tie him up," he said to John, "and keep a guard over him for the

rest of the night. To-morrow I shall send him back to his village.

These people must understand that they must do as they are told."

The fall of their leader sobered the rest of the band. They felt a

great respect for the white man's fists, and remained peaceful until

morning broke. Challis was sitting alone, waiting for John to bring

his breakfast. When the Hausa came up, he was followed by a group of

the negroes, looking anxious and sheepish.

"Silly fellas, sah," said John with a grin. "Dey say Umgabaloo berry

fine fella, sah. No want him to go back."

"Oh! He's sorry for himself, perhaps; wants me to forgive him."

"Dat's him, sah. Just a silly chap. No savvy good things like me;

no savvy sah knock him down."

Challis could not help smiling at John's notion of "good things." He

reflected. It was said that negroes respected nothing but force;

that they took forgiveness as a sign of weakness. Would it be wise

to pardon this Umgabaloo, who seemed popular with his friends?

"I'll risk it," he thought. "Bring Umgabaloo to me," he said.

John fetched the negro, marched him up, and stood him before Challis,

keeping his hand on the man's neck. Umgabaloo looked very

crestfallen.

"Tell him that he's no good to me unless he can do what he is told,"

said Challis.

John translated this with forcible additions.

"Tell him I'll let him off this time if he'll promise to obey,"

Challis went on.

When John made this announcement, Umgabaloo's friends shouted, and

the man himself tried to move forward, but was brought up by John's

determined grip.

"Does he promise?" asked Challis.

"Him say, Sah him father and mother," said John, "do eberyfing what

Sah say."

"Very well; let him go."

Umgabaloo, released, threw himself at Challis's feet and poured out a

torrent of thanks and protestations.

"I wonder if I've done right," thought Challis, as he dismissed the

man.

He had decided to make a start for the fort that day, while the

impression made on the enemy was fresh. At his orders, every man

loaded himself with four days' provisions from the ample stores in

the cave. Then he drew up in column the men whom he had already led

to victory, and the newcomers tried to arrange themselves in similar

formation behind, but were too much excited to be very successful.

Challis had now between three and four hundred men at his command.

They were still largely outnumbered by the Tubus; and what was of

still more consequence, they were not so well armed. In the recent

encounter he had been able to choose a good tactical position; such a

chance was not likely to occur again. No doubt, moreover, the Tubus,

warned by their defeat, would move more cautiously, and, being

mounted, they would take advantage of their mobility to fight on

ground of their own choice.

These considerations, and the desire to avoid bloodshed, influenced

Challis's plan. His object was to reach the neighbourhood of the

fort unobserved, to communicate with Royce, and if possible to secure

a peaceful withdrawal. He therefore decided not to follow either the

route by which he had come, or that taken by the Tubus when they made

their ill-fated attack.

As his orderly, John had distributed among the best of the men the

rifles and ammunition captured from the Tubus. But Challis commanded

them on no account to use these weapons without orders. No warning

must be given to any Tubus who might be scouting along the route.

All being ready, he went to the head of the column with a man who

knew the country well and would act as guide. Then the whole party

set off in a north-westerly direction, to skirt the swamp and cross

the river some distance to the west.

The first stage of the march was very difficult. The negro knew

paths across the swamp which a stranger could hardly have discovered,

but even so progress was slow and laborious. The men had to go in

single file, sometimes over boggy land close to the water's edge,

keeping a wary eye for crocodiles; sometimes through rushes as tall

as their heads, from the midst of which they disturbed game of all

kinds, birds and beasts.

They had been some two or three hours on the march, and had got round

to the far side of the swamp, where the ground was drier and firmer,

when Challis saw the guide, some few yards ahead, suddenly halt and

make signs to him to be cautious.

Wondering if the Tubus were in sight, Challis halted the column,

ordering the men to be silent, and walked warily forward. When he

came up with the guide, the latter pointed to the path about a

hundred yards in front. And there Challis saw, not Tubus, but two

enormous square-mouthed rhinoceroses, lying in the mud right across

the path.

At the moment he caught sight of them the great beasts scrambled to

their feet, turned their heads in his direction, and snorted. They

had evidently scented him.

Knowing that the rhinoceros is usually a timid and inoffensive

creature, living on herbs, and not a flesh-eater like the lion,

Challis expected the beasts to sheer off. But these animals, like

other denizens of the wilds, are sometimes driven into hostility and

aggression by alarm.

There was a moment of suspense. Then the rhinoceroses raised their

blunt-horned heads, snorted again, and came at a lumbering charge

straight for the head of the column. The guide shouted and threw his

spear, which glanced off the tough hide of the first, then he uttered

a yell and bolted.

Challis had only an instant for making up his mind what to do. On

one side of the path was yielding bog, on the other was drier ground,

dotted with bushes. The path itself was blocked by the halted

column. He dared not use his rifle, for fear of giving warning to

the enemy. The leading rhinoceros was charging straight towards him.

The only chance of safety was to run.

He turned and sprinted across the open ground. The rhinoceros,

infuriated by the guide's spear, swerved off the path and followed

him. Its companion headed straight along the path.

In a few seconds Challis found that the beast, in spite of its size

and unwieldiness, was gaining upon him. He darted aside when it was

close behind him, expecting that it would continue in its half-blind

charge. To his alarm it struck off almost immediately in his

direction.

There was no friendly tree in sight. The rhinoceros broke through

the bushes as if they were cobwebs. Challis dodged, first on one

side, then on the other, but the beast showed an alarming nimbleness.

More than once Challis escaped its formidable horn only by inches.

[Illustration: THE RHINOCEROS IN PURSUIT]

Running on in desperation he stumbled, and had given himself up for

lost when he was conscious of a diversion. A dark form, running with

extraordinary speed, dashed obliquely towards him, and buried a spear

deep in the animals' side. It turned savagely to deal with this new

assailant, who had darted off at an angle. For a few yards the

rhinoceros followed him, then it staggered, made a vain effort to

recover itself, and fell a huge heap upon the ground.

The negro rushed back, plucked out his spear, and driving it again

into the quivering beast dealt it a death-blow. Challis went up to

him. Umgabaloo fell on his knees.

"I was right," thought Challis, glowing with pleasure. "Any one who

says that the negro knows no gratitude lies."

Meanwhile the column had scattered far and wide to escape the second

rhinoceros, which had apparently taken fright at the number of men,

and had now disappeared. It was an hour before the negroes were

collected and the march resumed.

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