It had been a long slow journey, but every day as they ascended, the
weather, though hot, was tempered by crisp breezes which the doctor
declared to be a joy to breathe.
"Health, boys," he said. "Why, can't you feel that you are growing and
enjoying life? If you want any proof of the healthiness of the country,
look at that sailor."
"Yes; isn't it wonderful!" cried Mark.
"Yes," said Dean; "uncle was talking about it only this morning. He
asked me if I didn't see how his colour was altering."
"Oh, that's only the sun," said Mark.
"Think so?" said the doctor, smiling. "I think it's more than that."
"But it was getting out of that nasty damp oven of a port," said Mark.
"I felt horrible there, and as if I should be ill if we stopped."
"So did I," added Dean; "and didn't it make--" The boy paused for a
moment as if hesitating.
"Well, didn't it make what?"
"--Mark disagreeable," said the boy, with a merry, mischievous look.
"Oh, come, I like that!" cried Mark. "Why, you must have noticed,
doctor. Dean was nearly always half asleep, and when he was awake he
did nothing but find fault."
A short time after, when the boys were alone, Mark suddenly turned
sharply upon his cousin with, "I say, why did you stop short when we
were talking to the doctor?"
Dean turned rather red.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"What do I mean? You know."
"I know?"
"Yes; you were going to say that father was dreadfully cross all the
time. Come, confess."
"Well," said Dean hesitating, "I am afraid I did think something of the
kind."
"Afraid! Why, you did, you beggar, and then packed it all on to my
shoulders. Hullo, here comes Mann--man--handy man--Daniel Mann--Dan
Mann. What a rum name! Hasn't been very handy yet, though."
"I say, don't! You will have him hear what you say."
"I don't care. Let him! I wasn't saying any harm about him, poor chap.
He's coming to us--wants to say something, I suppose."
The conversation was taking place just outside the so-called hotel,
though the boys had dubbed it the tin tabernacle--a rough, hastily-built
house that had been fitted up by an enterprising trader, where the party
found temporary accommodation.
"Well, Daniel? Feel better?"
"Dan, please, sir. My mates never put any `yel' at the end of my name."
"That isn't the end," said Mark sharply. "That's the middle. Well, do
you feel better?"
"Feel better, sir?" said the man, whose miserably pallid face was
overspread for the moment by a warm glow, while the tears of gratitude
stood in his eyes. "Why, every morning since we came up I have seemed
to be coming to life again."
"Well, don't cry about it," said Mark shortly.
"Oh, that's nothing, sir," said the man, using the back of both fists to
brush away the signs of his emotion. "That's only being so weak, sir.
Don't you take any notice of that. You see, I have been going backwards
and getting quite like a kid again. And oh, gentlemen, it was a lucky
day for me when I run against you two."
"Stop!" cried Mark angrily. "This is the third time you have begun
talking to us like this, and we won't stand it; will we, Dean?"
"No, that we won't," cried his cousin. "Here, Daniel--Dan, I mean--"
"Thank you, sir. That's better."
"You wait a bit. I had not finished," continued Mark. "If ever you say
another word to us, whether we are together or whether we are alone,
about being grateful, and that sort of thing, I shall say you are a
canting humbug--at least, my cousin will; I shouldn't like to be so
harsh."
Dean dug his elbow into his cousin's ribs at this.
"And we don't want to think that of you," continued Mark. "I say,
though, you do look a lot better."
"I am, sir," said the man, smiling. "And now we have got up here, sir,
I want you to ask Sir James and the doctor to set me to work."
"Why, you are too weak yet."
"Weak, sir? Not so weak as that. 'Sides, doing a bit of hauling or
something of that kind will help to get me in sailing trim once more.
Why, arter all these long weeks lying by and feeling that I should never
be a man again--why, the very sound of doing something sets one
longing."
"Well, you go on getting better."
"Better, sir! I am better," cried the man sharply. "I know I don't
look thin and like a fellow on the sick list, but the time I overhauled
you down there at the port I felt like a walking shadder."
"Ah, that's the doctor's physic," said Dean.
"Physic, sir? Why, he never give me none--nothing but some white
stuff--ten drips as he let drop carefully out of a little bottle. No,
sir, it warn't that, but getting up here where one could breathe, and
now instead of lying awake in the dark with the mysture running off
one's face in drops, I just put my head down of a night feeling the cold
air blowing over one, and the next minute I am fast asleep."
"Yes, one can sleep here," said Mark, "sound as a top."
"Yes, sir; same here, sir. Oh, I shall be all right in a day or two,
sir, if I can get to work. I don't hold with hanging about with them
two men of yourn looking at me as if I warn't worth my salt."
"Do they?" said Mark sharply.
"Well, perhaps it arn't that, sir, but that's what I feel."
"But look here," cried Mark; "aren't they civil to you? Because we are
not going to stand that; are we, Dean?"
"Certainly not."
"Beg pardon, sir; please don't you go a-thinking that I'm a-finding
fault."
"You look here," said Mark. "If they--"
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir," said the man. "You see, it's like this;
you picked me up, quite a stranger, and it's quite nat'ral that they
shouldn't like a chap on the sick list stuck along with them all at
once."
"It's no business of theirs," said Mark shortly. "They have come out
here with us to do their duty; and just now it's their duty to do what's
right by you, and if my father or the doctor knew that--what?"
"Well, sir, I daresay I'm wrong, but I've got it into my head that one
of them feels a bit jealous like that I'm going to step into his shoes
and that he'll be dismissed his ship."
"Pshaw!" ejaculated Mark angrily. "He has no right to think anything of
the kind. You three have got to work together and be like messmates, as
you sailors call it."
"That's right, sir; messmates is the word; but--" The man stopped.
"Well, out with it," said Mark. "What were you going to say?"
"Well, sir," said the man, hesitating, and he turned now to look half
appealingly at Dean, "you see, sir, I am a bit weak still in the head."
"Of course you are! Then go on getting strong."
"Thankye, sir; that's what I am doing," said the man; "but I can't help
every now and then thinking that all this 'ere is too good to be true,
and that as soon as Sir James and the doctor thinks that I'm all right
again they will say, `There, my lad, you are about fit to shift for
yourself, and you can go.'"
"Oh, I see," said Mark sarcastically.
"Yes, sir, that's it," said the man, with a sigh.
"Now, let's see," said Mark, and he gave his cousin a peculiar look; "I
suppose, fairly speaking, it will take about a month before you are
quite right again."
"Bless your heart, sir, not it! Fortnight, more likely; I should say
about a week."
"Well, I hope that in a month's time--for that's what I'll give you; eh,
Dean?"
"Oh, quite," said his cousin decisively.
"Well, I will put it at three weeks," said Mark, "and by that time I
hope we shall be a couple of hundred miles farther up the country, with
the ponies and the waggons and the teams of oxen all with us in
travelling trim, right away in the wild country, where there's no
settlement--not a house--nothing but here and there one of the blacks'
camps--kraals, as they call them; eh, Dean?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, then, at the end of that time--oh, I shall make it a month--"
The man drew a deep breath.
"And then my father will have a quiet chat with the doctor and take his
opinion. He always goes by Dr Robertson's opinion, doesn't he, Dean?"
"Always," said his cousin.
"And then he'll what slang people call sack you. You sailors don't say
sack, do you?"
"No, sir," said the man sadly. "When I was in the Royal Navy we used to
call it being paid off."
"Well, it doesn't matter," said Mark. "Then of course when we are
hundreds of miles from everywhere my father will pay you off."
"Oh, no, sir," said the man earnestly, "I don't expect no pay."
"Never mind what you expect. My father, I say, will tell you to be off
and shift for yourself and get back to that moist oven of a port the
best way you can. Won't he, Dean?"
Dean caught his cousin's eye, and said decisively, "Yes, of course.
That's just like uncle;" and by means of an effort he kept his face
straight, looking, as Mark afterwards told him, like a badly carved
piece of solid mahogany.
"Yes, sir," said the man sadly; "and I daresay I shall be able to steer
my way right enough, and for all his kindness I shall be very thankful,
and--"
"Yah!" shouted Mark. "Didn't I tell you that if ever you spoke again
like that I'd--I'd--"
"I beg your pardon, sir."
"This chap's very weak still in his head, Dean, or else he would not
dare to think that an English gentleman would behave like a cad. There,
man Dan--no, I mean Dan Mann--just make up your mind that you are in for
this trip with all its troubles and hard work."
"Do you mean it, sir?" cried the man, and he looked from one to the
other.
"Mean it? Why, of course we do. So never say anything about it again.
Ah, here come father and the doctor. Would you like to ask them if what
we say is true?"
"Not now, sir," said the man. "I am a bit weak still, more shaky than I
thought."
The poor fellow's voice sounded very husky during the last few words,
and he hurried away, watched by the boys.
"I say, Dean, he's better," said Mark. "He could not walk like that a
fortnight ago. Do you know, I begin to like that chap. He's rather
comic looking, but he is such a regular sailor."
"Yes," said Dean, "with quite a sailor's frank boyish sort of way."
"Like you, eh?" said Mark.
"Get out! Don't chaff. Present company always excepted. I wasn't
thinking about you. But I say, didn't he take it all in as innocent as
could be about uncle setting him adrift out in the wilds?"
"Yes.--Well, father, how many bullocks have you bought?"
"Forty-eight, my boy. Fine ones."
"Forty-eight!" cried the boys, in a breath. "Twenty-four in a span."
"Precious long span, uncle," said Dean, laughing, as he stretched from
thumb tip to little finger measuring along his arm.
"Yes, rather," said the doctor. "They are long spans; but we are
obliged to provide against loss. Like to come and see them, boys?"
"Of course!" they cried, in a breath.