The magistracy buildings at Kwabulazi, consisted of a roughly built
thatched bungalow, a red brick oblong which was the Court house, and
various groups of native huts which served to house the other Court
officials--white and coloured--and the handful of mounted Police
permanently quartered there. Another red brick structure represented
the Post and Telegraph Office. The place was situated at the foot of a
great mountain whose wooded slopes made, scenically, a fine background.
In front the veldt rolled gently away; quite open, and sparsely dotted
with mimosa; and for miles around, at intervals, rose the smoke of
native kraals; for this was an important location.
Within the red brick oblong mentioned above Elvesdon sat, administering
justice. There was not much to administer that day, for the cases
before him involved the settlement of a series of the most petty and
trivial disputes relating to cattle or other property, protracted beyond
about five times their due length, as the way is with natives once they
get to law. Beyond the parties concerned there was no audience to speak
of. Three or four old ringed men, squatted in a corner on the floor,
drowsed and blinked through the proceedings; while now and again two or
three natives would enter noiselessly, listen for a few minutes and then
as noiselessly depart.
The morning was drawing to an end, for which Elvesdon was not sorry. It
was very hot, and the Court room was becoming unpleasantly redolent of
native humanity. He was about to adjourn, when he became aware of the
entrance of somebody. Looking up he beheld Thornhill.
The latter stood leaning against the wall just inside the door.
Elvesdon, while putting three or four final questions to a voluble and
perspiring witness, found himself wondering whether Thornhill was alone,
or whether his daughter, preferring the shade and open air to the heat
and stuffiness of the Court room, was waiting for him outside. So he
sent down the witness and adjourned the Court straight away.
Thornhill crossed the room to shake hands with the clerk, whom he knew,
and who was gathering up his papers, then he adjourned to the
magistrate's office.
Thither Elvesdon had gone straight on leaving the bench. If he had one
little weakness it was--well, a very adequate sense of his official
position, but only when not off duty--and this weakness suggested to him
that it might impress the other more if he received him there, instead
of going forward to greet him in the emptying Court room. As a matter
of fact Elvesdon did show to advantage to the accompaniment of a tinge
of officialdom, but, we are careful to emphasise, only at the proper
time and place.
"Come in," he called out in response to a knock. "Ah, Mr Thornhill,
I'm so glad to see you," and there was no official stiffness now about
his tone or his handshake. "Anything I can do for you? But unless it's
of first-rate importance it'll keep till after lunch, which you are
going to take with me. So let's go and get it."
They went out into the fierce noontide glare, but even it was an
improvement after the stuffiness within. Elvesdon called to a native
constable to take Thornhill's horse, and wondered if he felt a twinge of
disappointment as he saw there was only one horse to be taken care of.
Groups of natives squatting about in the shade, fighting all the points
of evidence over again, saluted as they passed.
The clerk joined them at table. He was a thick-set stolid youth, with a
shock of light hair, and a countenance wooden and mask-like; without
much conversational ability, but a first-rate man at his work. For
living purposes, he inhabited a couple of native huts, but messed with
his official chief: which in many cases was a bore, as the latter
subsequently explained to Thornhill; but Prior had had the same
arrangement with the former man, and he couldn't turn the poor devil out
to feed by himself, which in that eventuality he would have had to do.
Besides, he was a very decent fellow even if a bit heavy on hand.
During lunch they talked about sport, and the state of the country, and
ordinary things. Immediately afterwards the clerk went out.
"Well, I'm getting firm into the saddle here, you see," said Elvesdon,
as they lit their pipes. "And I'm not sure that the situation isn't
going to turn out interesting."
"Think so? Look here, I haven't exactly come to look you up officially,
still as my round took me rather near Kwabulazi, I thought I'd give you
a look in and mention a little matter."
"Well whatever the `little matter' may be, I'm glad it had that effect.
And now what is it?"
Thornhill told him about the meeting with Tongwana and his people, and
the mysterious stranger who was in their company. Told him too of the
outrageous impudence of the man in refusing to get out of the way for
him.
"It was all I could do to keep my hands off him," he said. "Nothing but
the thought that he'd certainly use his assegais and I should have to
shoot him dead in self defence kept me from pounding him between the
shoulders with the butt of the gun as he swaggered along."
"And this was quite near your house, you say?"
"Yes. Right bang on the spot where you so pluckily saved my girl's
life, Elvesdon. I've heard all full details now."
Elvesdon reddened slightly, but he was secretly pleased.
"Oh, come now," he protested. "I don't know that it requires much pluck
to crack a whip at a snake. And if it comes to that, I think it was
your daughter who showed the pluck. I told her to cut and run while I
drew the brute off. D'you think she would? Not a bit of it. She had
picked up a whacking big stone and was standing there ready to heave it.
I tell you it was a magnificent sight. Suggested a sort of classical
heroine up-to-date. But--I say. Do you think it's altogether safe for
a girl to go about so much alone round here?"
"Round here I do. The people have known her since she was a little
thing and take a sort of proprietary interest in her. For the rest, she
can use a six shooter--and that quickly and straight. I taught her."
Elvesdon was on the point of observing that she was not provided with
that opportune weapon at the critical moment of a few days previous, but
an instinctive warning that it might seem a little too much like taking
the other to task caused him to refrain. But he said:
"What of that swaggering impudent swine we were talking about?
Supposing he were to pay your place a visit in your absence?"
"There are four great _kwai_ dogs who'd pull down the devil himself at a
word from either of us--you saw them, Elvesdon. As an alternative Edala
would drill him through and through--with no toy pistol, mind you, but
real business-like lead, if he made the slightest act of aggression.
Besides, a Zulu from beyond the river, and a head-ringed one at that,
wouldn't. So, you see, she's pretty safe."
"Oh, he's a Zulu from beyond the river, is he?"
"So Tongwana said. And he looked like one."
"And he was carrying assegais?"
"Rather. Two small ones and a big _umkonto_. I chaffed him, gave him
royal _sibongo_, and it made him mad. You know, Elvesdon, how these
chaps hate being chaffed."
"Of course. But I think I'll have this one looked after. Anyway he's
no business cutting about with assegais. I don't want to arrest him
though, if it can possibly be avoided. That sort of thing only
irritates the others, and does no good, unless of course you can prove
anything distinctly against them; which, just now, you hardly ever can."
Then, raising his voice, "_Wa, Teliso_!"
In obedience to the shout a man came forward, emerging from behind the
Court house. He was a native detective attached to the magistracy.
Saluting, he stood and awaited orders.
Then those three--the two white men seated on the steps of the stoep--
held a quarter of an hour's conference, speaking rapidly, and in the
vernacular. Teliso thought he knew the stranger. His name? No, that
he could not say--as a matter of fact he knew it perfectly. He might be
able to find it out--given every facility. Was he from beyond the
border, and if so who was his chief? Of this too, Teliso professed
ignorance, though he could find out, given time and every facility.
Here likewise, he was in a position to give perfectly correct answers
then and there, but Teliso was in his humble way a Government official,
and thoroughly understood the art of "magnifying his office." He was
not going to adopt any such undignified course of procedure as to give a
direct answer. He looked forward to being sent on a secret mission,
with many days of pleasant sojourn among the kraals of his countrymen,
well regaled with plenty of beef and beer, and--other things. So he
reiterated his ability to find out all about the stranger if entrusted
with that delicate errand. At that, for the time, he was dismissed.
"What sort of chap's that, Elvesdon?" said Thornhill re-lighting his
pipe.
"Haven't tried him yet. Why?"
"You may have to `try' him yet, in another sense," returned Thornhill,
drily, shading the third match with his hand. "Look here. I don't want
to seem to run your show for you, but I've been here a goodish while,
and I _hear_ things. If you'll take a tip from me--you're not obliged
to, you know--you won't trust everything to Teliso. Don't mind my
saying that?"
"Certainly not. In fact, I'm obliged to you. To my mind if there's
anything idiotic in the world it's making light of the experience of men
of experience."
"Well, you can always command mine--on the quiet of course--and I shan't
be in the least put out if you don't agree with it. Now I can see
you're longing to get back to your job, so I'll saddle up."
"Er--the fact is, I've got a lot of these tin-pot cases to worry
through--so I'll get you to excuse me. By the way, Thornhill, I'm going
to take you at your word, and invade you on Sunday. I'm beastly
all-by-myself here when there's no work. How does that pan out?"
"Any number of ounces to the ton. Come as early as you like, and,
there's a bed for you, if you don't want to get back here till next
morning. Good Lord, Elvesdon, when I think of--"
"But, don't `think of'," interrupted the other, hurriedly. "Very well.
So long--till Sunday."
Thornhill's horse had been brought round, and as he got into the saddle
Elvesdon turned away to the Court house. And the latter as he got
there, felt as if he was treading on air. Yet why should he--why the
devil should he?--he kept unconsciously asking himself.
Thornhill, passing the clerk's quarters, saw the latter just coming out.
"Hallo, Prior!" he hailed. "Good-bye, I'm off."
The young man came over to him.
"Good-bye, Mr Thornhill," he said. "You don't often look us up in
these days."
"You don't often look me up, Prior, for the matter of that."
"Oh well, Mr Thornhill," said the other shamefacedly. "I should like
to, you know. Er--may I come and try for a bushbuck someday?"
"Why of course you may, man, any mortal time you feel inclined, or can.
By the way, how do you like your new chief?"
"No end. He's--er--he's such a gentleman."
There was a world of admiration--of hero worship in the young man's
tone, and colonial youth is by no means prone to such.
"Ah," replied Thornhill. "Well, I agree with you, Prior. Good-bye."