PAUL COMES HOME WOUNDED--PREPARE FOR AN EXPECTED ATTACK--HECTOR
MISSING--THE BOYS GO IN SEARCH OF HIM--BIDDY GIVES THE ALARM--ROB AND
EDGAR AGREE TO KEEP WATCH--THE WAY THEY DO SO--ARRIVAL OF THE BLACK
POLICE AND THEIR OFFICER.
As soon as Mary arrived at home she told her mother what she had heard;
and lint, salve, and bandages were speedily got ready.
Paul's pale cheek when he arrived showed that he was suffering
considerably, though he made light of the wound.
"Oh! it's nothing!" he said, trying to laugh. "A black fellow's spear
merely grazed my side, though had not Polly swerved at that moment it
would have stuck into her neck."
"It is a mercy, my boy, that it did not strike you in the back," said
Mrs Hugh Berrington, examining the wound, which she thought far more
severe than Paul was inclined to suppose it.
"I had been looking after some cattle which had strayed from one of the
herdsmen, a new hand," he said, "when I suddenly found myself close to a
mob of strange blacks, the very same, I suspect, Harry and I met with
when hunting up Old Bolter. Knowing the imprudence of trusting myself
among them, I immediately turned my horse's head and galloped off, but
not until several spears had been hurled at me. I felt one pop through
my clothes, but I thought that it had given me only a slight scratch.
On reaching Jenkins's station, wishing to warn him of the vicinity of
the black fellows, I looked about everywhere, but could not find him,
and therefore came on that information might be sent to the police
without delay, in order that they might proceed in search of the
strangers and drive them away. Before returning home I found Mr
Hayward, who, with Harry, has gone over to Ogilvie to give information
of the blacks being in the neighbourhood."
"But what if they should come here while our husbands are away?"
exclaimed Mrs Berrington, trembling with alarm.
"I am here, and this slight hurt won't prevent me from defending you,"
exclaimed Paul, feeling not a little indignant at his aunt's remark,
"and there are Reginald, and Hector, and Sandy, and the other men will
be back before long."
"And _we_ can fight too," exclaimed Janet. "I know how to fire a
pistol, so does Mary."
"What a fearful state of things!" ejaculated Mrs Berrington.
"Oh, aunt, you'll soon get accustomed to it," said Janet, who often
spoke very like Harry.
"I hope that we shall not be reduced to such extremities," said Aunt
Emily. "But where are Reginald and Hector?"
"I saw Reginald at our hut; I told him to come on here in case he might
be wanted, but as to Hector, I do not know where he is."
"Suppose he should be fishing by the river, and the blacks should find
him. They may kill the poor boy," exclaimed Mrs Berrington.
Though Paul thought this more than possible, should Hector have gone to
any distance, he tried to reassure his aunt, intending to go himself and
try and find his cousin.
When, however, he attempted to move, he discovered that he could not do
so without great pain and difficulty. He was thankful when Reginald
came in, and Rob at the same time making his appearance, he sent the two
off in search of Hector, warning them to keep away from any place which
might conceal a lurking enemy. He then held a consultation with Mary
and Janet, and arranged with them how they might best prepare the house
for defence, should the blacks attack it. They all knew that there was
not much real danger provided that they were not taken by surprise, as
the natives, unaccustomed to the use of fire-arms, were sure to run away
if sturdily withstood. He knew he could depend upon his two elder
sisters, though he suspected that his cousins would not prove heroines.
The day wore on, the captain and his brother were not expected until
late. Reginald and Rob had not returned from their search for Hector,
and Sandy, whom they expected, had not yet made his appearance.
The sun set, and darkness came on; the girls agreed to watch in
different directions, from whence they could command the approaches to
the house. Biddy was naturally stationed at the kitchen end of the
house, which looked towards the bush. Poor Mrs Berrington's alarm
became greater and greater.
Mrs Hugh and her daughters were doing their best to keep her from
fainting by the due application of sal volatile, though they themselves
could scarcely restrain their own fears.
Suddenly a fearful shriek ran through the house; it came from Biddy.
Mary and Janet hurried round, shutting the doors opening on the verandah
where they had been stationed, and rushed towards her.
"Sure, the nagers are coming! the nagers are coming!" they heard her
again and again shriek out. She was, however, at her post at the door,
but had thrown her apron over her head. Before closing the door, the
courageous girls looked out to ascertain how far off the natives were
from the house. There, sure enough, they saw three figures approaching
with what looked like long spears in their hands.
"Arrah! come in, me darlin's, and don't let the nagers catch ye!"
shrieked Biddy.
"What's all that hullabaloo about?" exclaimed one of the figures,
approaching, and Hector, and Reginald, and Rob came up to the door.
Biddy, however, who had stopped her ears as well as hid her face, still
fancied that they were blacks, and continued shrieking as loudly as
ever.
"Run, Rob, and tell mother and aunt that you have come back safe, while
we try and bring this foolish girl to her senses," said Mary.
It was, however, some minutes before Biddy could be quieted, and assured
by the sight of the young masters that it was they whom she had seen,
and that no natives had shown themselves.
Reginald then told Mary that they had found Hector fast asleep on the
bank, while his fishing-rod was floating in the middle of a water-hole,
and that they had spent some time in attempting to recover it. Though
the boys had returned safe, and one cause of anxiety was removed, there
was still a possibility that the blacks would attack the place, should
they have been on the watch, and have discovered that the gentlemen were
away.
Paul, however, did not think this likely, as, had they been lurking
about, they would certainly have caught the boys, and perhaps have
killed them. Poor Mrs Berrington continued bemoaning her hard fate in
coming to such a country.
"But, my dear Augusta," said Mrs Hugh, "no harm has happened to those
we love, and we ought not to mistrust God. You and I have gone through
numerous trials and troubles, and have been mercifully preserved through
them all."
At length the captain and his brother returned, and, having heard
nothing of the blacks, were greatly surprised at the state of agitation
into which the family had been thrown. The captain commended Paul for
his judgment in sending for the police. Taking their fire-arms with
them, they at once went back to let Sandy and the other men know that
the blacks had been seen near the house, that they might be on their
guard.
"They are not likely to be surprised while Bruce is on the watch,"
observed Paul; "he can scent a black a hundred yards off."
Poor Mrs Berrington was thus again made anxious, fearing that her
husband and the captain might be attacked before they got back to the
house. At last they made their appearance, reporting that Sandy and the
men were on the watch at the stock-yards, but that Harry and Mr Hayward
had not yet returned; indeed, the captain believed that they would
probably accompany the police, or, at all events, not come back until
the morning.
The children were put to bed, and the ladies were at length persuaded to
retire to rest. The captain and Mr Berrington arranged to keep watch
and watch, so that they might run no risk of being surprised. Paul
wanted to join them, but his father insisted that he should remain
quiet, lest his wound, trifling though he considered it, might become
inflamed. Hector went into his room without offering his services. Mr
Berrington looked vexed, but said nothing; possibly he thought that he
would go to sleep at his post, and thus be worse than useless.
"I say, Edgar, though we are sent to bed, we are not bound to go to
sleep," exclaimed Rob. "I vote that you and I keep watch at the window,
turn and turn about. I have got one of Paul's pistols, and if any
blacks come we will shoot them."
"But they would have to come fearfully close to do that, and I don't
think I could fire at a man with a spear in his hand, grinning horribly
at me out of the dark."
It is easy to imagine the picture Edgar conjured up.
"That's the very time I would shoot," answered Rob; "if I did not, he
might hurl the spear and stick it into me."
"Keep quiet, you fellows," growled out Hector, who was awakened by their
talking, though he did not hear what they said. They were silent till
they thought that he was again asleep.
"If you're afraid I'm not," said Rob. "I will take the first watch, and
I will call you when it's time for you to look out, and then you can
rouse me up if you see anything, and I will be alongside you in a
moment."
Edgar having agreed to this, Rob sat himself down on a stool, with his
head just above the window-sill, on which it soon dropped. He was, in
reality, fast asleep, though all the time he thought that he was keeping
a very bright lookout, and that he saw savages creeping up in the
distance, but that he was waiting to give the alarm until they should
get somewhat closer. At last he awoke with a most uncomfortable crick
in his neck, and found, to his surprise, that the dawn had broken.
Hector and Edgar were sleeping soundly, and believing that no blacks
would venture near the house by daylight, he wisely crept into his bunk,
where he lay until roused by the sound of the gong which summoned the
family to prepare for breakfast.
The night had passed without any appearance of the blacks, and the
captain, who had searched round the house in every direction, could find
no traces of them. He began, indeed, to suspect that Rob must have been
mistaken in supposing that he had seen a lurking native in the scrub.
He and Mr Berrington, followed by Bruce, after breakfast made a long
circuit through the scrub, and visiting the spot Rob described, the
captain had reason to change his opinion, for he at length found traces
of natives, and the remains of a fire, where they must have encamped
that very night. This satisfied him that the precautions he had taken
had not been useless, but, as far as he could judge, the blacks had
retreated to the westward. The chief anxiety of the family was now
about Harry and Mr Hayward, who had not yet returned. Late in the day,
however, Rob and Edgar, who were patrolling round and round the house
under the idea that they were keeping guard, saw Harry galloping up to
them.
"Well, what news?" shouted Rob. "We have been expecting the blacks all
day, but they have not come yet. Have you fallen in with them?"
"Yes, indeed we have!" answered Harry, "and had a desperate fight too.
We killed some of them, and the rest ran off. Lieutenant Bertram, of
the police, believes that they will still remain lurking in the
neighbourhood, and has come on with some of his men to be ready to act
as a guard to the house should father wish it. We have had some
exciting work, let me tell you. It was wonderful the way our black
police hunted down their countrymen; but I must not stop, as they will
be wanting to know at home what has happened."
Dismounting, Harry hurried into the house, while his younger brother led
his tired steed to the paddock.
Harry had just made his report, and Mrs Hugh was busy in preparing some
food for their expected visitors, when Mr Hayward, accompanied by a
young officer, rode up to the door, closely followed by a dozen black
troopers, in dark blue and red uniforms. Mr Hayward introduced
Lieutenant Bertram, who explained his reasons for coming.
Mrs Berrington was profuse in her thanks. "We have had a dreadful
fright, Mr Bertram, and I hope that you and your men will remain here
until the blacks are driven out of the country. I shall get no rest,
night or day."
"I am afraid, madam, that will not be so easy an operation as you
suppose," answered the lieutenant. "The blacks have an idea that they
are the owners of the soil, and that we are intruders, and they are not
very willing to decamp. Our business is rather to keep them in order,
and prevent them from attacking the whites."
As Harry explained that they had been a good many hours without eating,
supper was immediately placed on the table, while provisions were
carried out to the troopers, who sat down in a circle on the
grass-plot--it could not be dignified as a lawn--with their horses
picketed near them. The ladies went out to see them as they sat in the
sunlight, not at all inconvenienced by its glare. They seemed merry,
careless fellows, laughing and chattering away in their own curious
lingo--a mixture of English and native words.
Mr Bertram said they were all blacks from a distance, composed of two
or three different tribes who could not understand each other's original
language. The captain was grieved to find that there was little doubt
that his shepherd had been murdered, although his body had not been
discovered. The flock had been driven to a station nearer home, where
two of the police had been left to watch the hostile natives, although
it was not at all likely that they would for the present make another
attack.
Poor Mrs Berrington saw, with much regret, the lieutenant and his men
take their departure. They were going, he said, to make another
thorough search for the hostile natives, and to advise them to remove to
a distance from the white men's stations.