The eventful morning at last! Bright, clear, and the dew lying thick
upon the thirsty earth. All the arrangements had been made; the waggon
stood ready. Peter the driver was upon the box in front of the waggon;
the boys were mounted, and a couple of neighbours had ridden over to see
them start; but to the infinite vexation of Dick and Jack, the young
Zulus had not returned. They had started off on the day when they
killed the coranne, and that was the last that had been seen of them.
"Now, Dinny, you may let the dogs loose," cried Dick, who looked
brighter and better, his father thought, than he had been for days.
Dinny at once obeyed; when, yelping and barking with delight, the four
dogs--Pompey, Caesar, Crassus, and Rough'un--came bounding about,
leaping up at their masters, and taking short dashes out into the plain
and back.
"Where are those two boys?" said Mr Rogers suddenly. "I haven't seen
them for days."
"Dinny offended them," said Jack petulantly, as he patted the arched
neck of Stockings. "He told them they shouldn't go."
"Sure I only hinted to the black young gintlemen that it was just
possible the masther might lave them behind, when they took themselves
off in the most ondacent way; and that's all I know, sor."
"Here they are!" cried Jack suddenly, "Hi-yi-yi-yi--Coff! Hi-yi-yi-yi--
Chick!"
"Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi!" echoed back; and the two boys came running up, one on
either side of a fierce-looking, very powerfully-built Zulu--a handful
of assegais, and his long, narrow, oval shield in one hand, and for
costume a fringe of skins round the waist, a sort of tippet of the same
over his back and chest, and smaller fringes just beneath each knee.
His back hair was secured in a knot behind, and depending from it were
some feathers, one of which drooped right down his back.
He was a noble-looking specimen of humanity, and as he came up he gazed
almost haughtily round at the party, seeming as if he had come as an
enemy, and not as a friend.
"Been fetch de father," cried Coffee, pushing the great Zulu towards Mr
Rogers. "Father going to boss. Kill and hunt lion."
Mr Rogers raised his eyebrows a little, for he had not reckoned upon
this; but one more or less on such an expedition did not matter, for
plenty of provisions would be killed; and a man like this was no little
addition to their strength.
"Oh, very good," he said. "Dinny, run into the house, and fetch the
bread and meat we left. I daresay the boys are hungry."
Coffee and Chicory understood that, and they began to grin and rub their
"tum-tums," as they called a prominent part of their persons; but the
next moment they had dragged their father to introduce him to Boss Dick
and Boss Jack, smiling with delight on seeing their young masters shake
hands with the Zulu warrior.
Dinny did not look at all pleasant as he brought out the bread and meat,
which was rapidly shared by the Zulu and his boys, who evidently meant
to eat the food as they went along; so after one more look round, and a
glance at the two great water-casks swung behind the waggon, Mr Rogers
gave the word, Peter the driver stood up on the great chest strapped in
front, cracking his whip with both hands, and Dirk the foreloper
followed suit.
"Trek Hans! Trek Buffler! Trek Zulu! Trek boys! Trek!" shouted
Peter, dancing about on the chest in his excitement.
"Trek, beauties! Trek, beauties! Trek! Trek! Trek!" yelled Dirk.
The oxen slowly tugged at their yokes, the great trek-tow tightened, the
wheels of the fine new waggon creaked; and as Mr Rogers mounted the big
bay, his sons took off and waved their caps, giving a loud cheer, for
now they were really off to the wilds.