"Now, look here," said Sir James, "we have talked all this matter over
quite enough, and it is high time that we started in a business-like
way, so as to avoid all confusion."
"Hear, hear," said the boys together, and Sir James went on.
"First of all, I am nobody."
"Oh! Oh, I say, father!" cried Mark laughing.
"You hold your tongue, and don't interrupt. I repeat that I am nobody,
only a visitor who looks on and joins in the sport when I feel so
disposed, and one whom you and your men must take care of."
"But we must have a captain, sir, to give all orders."
"Of course," said Sir James. "I constitute you captain; you, Mark,
first lieutenant; Dean, second lieutenant."
"But, Sir James--"
"Dr Robertson, I have planned all this, and I presume that I have a
right to do as I please."
"Certainly, sir," said the doctor.
"And perhaps I may think it right to interfere when things are going on
not to satisfy me."
"Of course, sir;" and the boys looked at one another.
"Well," continued Sir James, "we have arrived at this pitch, that we are
quite independent of the inn. I have paid everybody, and for the last
two nights we have been practising camping out, and are going to sleep
again to-night in our waggons as we intend to do during our campaign.
You, Robertson, have reported to me that everything is properly packed,
the waggons loaded with our stores. You have trained our men to occupy
their places; we make this waggon our tent or fort to sleep in or sleep
under, according to the weather; in short, there is nothing to prevent
our starting to-morrow morning."
"So soon, father?" said Mark.
"So soon, sir! Yes. Haven't we been busy here for a fortnight, making
our preparations? And a very busy time it has been. I consider that we
have finished our stay here with bidding good-bye to the officers and
thanking them. You saw how I stopped back at the barracks this evening.
Do you know what it was for, doctor?"
"No, sir."
"To tell Captain Lawton that I would rather not have any nonsense and
procession or firing of farewell salute, and that I had made up my mind
that we would start early to-morrow morning."
"Then we really are to go to-morrow, father?"
"Of course."
"But, uncle," protested Dean, "there are several more things that might
be useful and that I should like to get."
"Of course there are, sir," said his uncle shortly, "and so there would
be if we stopped about here for another month. Now, no more words. You
have got your marching orders, captain--I mean, doctor; and you will go
round with your officers and see the blacks, the two drivers, and our
own three men, so that there may be no excuse for their not being
ready."
"Exactly so, Sir James. I am very glad that we have come to this
climax."
"So am I," said Sir James. "Eh? What's that, Mark?" for the boy was
whispering to his cousin. "What's that you are saying?"
"Oh, I was only talking to Dean, father," said the boy, rather
confusedly, and his face turned scarlet, lit up as it was by the
swinging lantern beneath which he was seated.
"Yes, sir; I saw you were; and you were protesting against my orders for
what I presume you call this hurried start."
"That I am sure I was not, father. I was only joking to Dean."
"And what was the joke, sir? You, Dean, what did he say?"
"I don't like to tell you, uncle."
"I insist that you tell me at once, sir," said Sir James angrily.
The boy gave a deprecating look at his cousin, and then went on
hesitatingly, "Mark said that it was comic--"
"Well, sir? Go on."
Dean coughed to clear his voice.
"He said it was comic that you had just made us all officers and then
ended by taking it all out of the doctor's hands and playing captain
yourself."
"Humph! Well," grunted Sir James, "it does sound a little odd. But
this was the final instructions as I was making resignation. But stop a
minute. I had just made the reservation that I should interfere if I
thought proper. Now I have done. Give your final orders, captain; and
then if it was my case I should say, lights out and let's all have a
good rest till daylight to-morrow morning. By the way, whose turn is it
to take the watch to-night, doctor?"
"Yours, Sir James, and I relieve you two hours after midnight."
"And to-morrow night?"
"Mark first watch, Dean the second."
"Next night?"
"Not settled yet."
"Good; and I think it was a very excellent arrangement of yours, doctor,
to begin as we did on the first night of our moving into camp."
That night seemed all too short, and Mark could hardly believe that it
was close on daylight when the doctor roused him to see the
fierce-looking black, spear-armed, dimly showing by the light of the
lantern the former carried, while Dean would not believe it at all, but
treated it as part of a dream, and turned over, fast asleep again.
"Oh, I say," cried Mark, "did you ever see such an old dozey, doctor?"
"Catch hold of one arm," said the doctor. "I'll take the other. Here,
Mak, take hold."
He handed the lantern to the black, who took it and stood looking on
while the sleeper was regularly set upon his legs, to stand staring in
alarm at the glistening eyes and the white grinning ivory of the man's
teeth.
"Oh," he cried, in a half startled tone, "I thought--it can't be
morning!"
"Can't it?" said Mark, laughing. "Let go, doctor, I think he's awake
now."
"Awake! Of course I am. But I say, is breakfast ready?"
"No, Dean," replied the doctor, "and will not be till we are a couple of
hours on our track."
The bustle attending starting had already begun; the waggon drivers were
busy with the oxen, the keepers were saddling up two of the ponies, the
sailor was proving his right to be called a handy man, and stowing the
necessaries of the night in the fore and aft chests of the second
waggon, and in an almost incredible space of time everything was ready
for the start, and the order was given by the doctor.
Then came the cracking of the whips and the lowing of a couple of uneasy
bullocks; there was a strain on the long trek-tow, and the great
lumbering waggons moved off into the early dawn, the ponies being led,
for the heads of the expedition all agreed that it would be pleasanter
to walk till after sunrise through the crisp, cool air and not let their
blood stagnate by riding behind the slow, sluggish pacing of the oxen.
At the end of two hours there was a halt for breakfast at a spot
selected by the black Illaka, and he looked on while Dan started a fire
with a small supply of wood. Dance fetched water from a little stream
that ran gurgling by the place, which was evidently in regular use for
camping. Bob, after picketing the ponies so that they could browse,
went off and brought back more wood, and there with everything looking
bright and picturesque in the morning sun, so well had the doctor
arranged matters that Mark declared that only one thing was wanting to
have made it the most delicious breakfast they had ever had in their
lives.
"Why, what did you want, boy?" said Sir James.
"We ought to have shot some birds of some kind, father, to have cooked."
"Oh, never mind the birds. We will have them for dinner," said Sir
James merrily.
"If we shoot them," said the doctor. "Here, Dan, give me another mug of
coffee, and then look thoroughly well after yourself."
Only about an hour was spent before a fresh start was made, and then the
journey was resumed in the most orderly way and kept on till noon, when
water was reached at a curve of the little river along which the track
led through a dense grove of umbrageous trees. Here there was ample
pasture for the cattle, which fed and rested in the shade for a good
three hours in the hottest part of the day, while an abundant meal was
prepared, after which a deliberate start was made by the well refreshed
party.
Then followed a long, slow bullock march till quite early evening, and
again the black led them to a beautiful woodland patch at a place where
the river whose banks they were following showed a good shallow
crossing, another display of traces proving that it was a customary
halting-place on the way to some kraal.
Here the great creaking waggons were drawn up, a fire was made and the
men busied themselves looking after the cattle and the ponies, a capital
meal was prepared, but without any addition being made by rifle or gun;
and just at dark, by the light of the twinkling lanterns, preparations
began for passing the night.
"I say, Mark, you have to keep the watch," said Dean. "Don't you feel
proud?"
"Not a bit," said Mark. "Our black chap seems to be doing that. Look
at him parading up and down there with his spear over his shoulder just
as if he was the grand boss of it all and we were his men."
Just then he strode up to where the boys were talking.
"Lions?" said Mark, in a questioning tone.
The man smiled pleasantly, and the boy repeated his question; but it was
plain that the black did not understand.
"Oomph! Oomph! Oomph!" growled Mark, in as near an imitation of the
monarch of the forest's roar as he could contrive after a couple of
visits to the Zoo; but it had no effect whatever on their surroundings
till the black, who now fully grasped his meaning, crouched down and
uttered a startling, barking roar which made two or three of the nearest
bullocks start up and stare in their direction.
"Here, you, sir, stop that!" shouted Buck Denham, the driver of their
waggon, the first being in charge of the Hottentot.
The black turned to him, smiling, and nodded, before meeting the boys'
eyes again and shaking his head.
Just then the doctor approached, to ask the reason of their guide's
imitation.
"Oh," he said, on being informed, "don't encourage him in anything of
that sort again, or we shall have a stampede of the ponies and bullocks.
Well, Mark, recollect that it's your first watch to-night."
"Oh, I shan't forget," was the reply. "But you don't think we have come
out far enough yet to meet with dangerous wild beasts, do you?"
"Oh, indeed, but I do," replied the doctor. "We have left the last post
of civilisation behind, and we may come upon danger at any time. Of
course you will mount guard with one of the double rifles charged with
bullet, and if there really is any suggestion of danger you will fire,
so as to give the alarm. We shall come to your help directly."
"Oh, yes, I understand," said Mark confidently, and he passed the
intervening time before he received his orders going round their little
camp with his cousin, watching the final preparations made by the
drivers and forelopers, a couple of ordinary thick-lipped blacks, and
then having a chat with the two keepers about what a change it was from
the park and grounds of the old manor.
As the time approached, Mark, in spite of his assumed cheerfulness,
could not master a slight feeling of discomfort. It was evidently going
to be a cool, dark night. The very sound of it was startling to the
lad--the announcement that he was to keep the full watch over their
little camp of two waggons in a country where lions were common, and on
one of the banks of the river which might very well be haunted by
hippopotami and loathsome crocodiles.
The captain had spoken of its being called Reptile River, and of course
that was what it meant. The very thought of it was alarming. He had
read enough to know that hippopotami came out to feed by night, crushing
up the succulent weeds and softer canes, grinding all up in their huge
portmanteau-like jaws, while it was a well known fact that the ponderous
beasts would rush at and trample down anyone who came in their way.
All that was bad enough, but nothing to compare for horror with the
thought of a huge lizard or newt-shaped creature lying in wait ready to
seize upon human being or ordinary animal, and drag its prey down into
some hole beneath the bank, ready to be devoured at the monster's
leisure.
Mark tried very hard to chase away such thoughts, but they kept coming
on, right up to the time when he finished his supper and met the
doctor's eyes.
"Ready, Mark?" he said.
"Yes, sir," said the boy firmly.
"That's right," said his father. "Keep a sharp look out, my boy. We
are all trusting you to take care of us for the next few hours.
Good-night."
"Good-night, father."
The boy shouldered the double rifle and followed the doctor.
"I should keep moving, Mark, my boy," said the latter. "It will occupy
your attention and make the time seem to pass more quickly. It will
keep you warm too, for it's sure to be very chilly later on. Stop here
a minute or two. I just want to go to the forward waggon and say a word
or two to the men. I will join you again directly."
Mark drew himself up stiffly as the doctor walked away, and then his
heart seemed to give a bound, for there was a faint rustle just in
front, and the boy brought his piece down to the present and made the
locks click. "It's only me, sir," said a familiar voice. "You, Dan!"
cried the boy, pressing one hand on the region of his heart, which was
beating fast.
"Yes, sir; just me. You need not shoot. I have been waiting till the
doctor had gone. I thought as it was rather a new job for a youngster
like you, I'd come and ask you whether you would like me to come and
keep the watch with you. You see, it's all fresh to you, but it's the
sort of thing I have been brought up to aboard ship."
"It is very good of you," said Mark, warming up at the man's
thoughtfulness, "but you had better go and lie down and go to sleep."
"I don't want to go to sleep, sir."
"But you will lose your night's rest."
"Not me, sir. I shall just shut one eye in the morning and let that
have a snooze for a couple of hours while I get on with my work or keep
on tramp. Then when that one's rested I can make him open and let the
other have a snooze."
"No, no, it won't do," said Mark firmly, much as he would have liked to
have the man's company. "It's my duty to take the watch, and I must
take it."
"Mean it, sir?"
"Certainly," replied Mark. "I wouldn't have it thought that--there, go
away; the doctor's coming back."
The sailor slipped away, and the doctor rejoined the boy, and pointed
out a beat for him which should take him right round the waggons and the
two spans of oxen.
"There," he said, "you know what you have got to do--to fire if there is
any cause for anxiety."
"And I suppose I had better not go too near the river?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the doctor. "It's a mere stream just about
here, though I daresay it's pretty big after rain. Good-night. You
will wake up your cousin at about two. Good-night."
"Good-night," replied Mark, and he felt that his words must have sounded
short to the doctor and full of annoyance, for somehow he thought that
it was not fair for him to go away and leave such a boy as he was; and
besides, it seemed unkind after he had made such a plain allusion to the
river, for the doctor to treat it so lightly. Of course he knew that it
was only a little river, a mere stream; but then it was big lower down,
and what was to prevent any dangerous beast or reptile from crawling up
to lie in wait for anyone that was near?
"Never mind," muttered the boy, "I suppose it's natural to feel a bit
nervous; but I am not going to show the white feather."
He stood still, listening and trying to make out the doctor's step, but
he could not hear a sound.
It was very dark, not a star showing, for a faint mist hung above the
trees, and for a long time the only thing he heard was a stamp that
sounded startling until he made up his mind that it must have been a
fidgety movement on the part of one of the ponies, and shouldering his
rifle, he stepped out slowly so as to pass right round the little camp.
But even that was difficult, for it was not until he was close upon the
waggons that he could make them out, and as he went on the big bullocks
were only represented to him by what seemed to be so many clumps of bush
or heaps of soil.
He walked as slowly as he could so as to make his rounds take up as much
time as possible, and as he came to the end of each traverse he tried to
think out how many minutes it must have taken. This slow march was
completed four times, and then he came to the conclusion that about an
hour of his watch must have passed away, but only to alter his mind
after a little thought and mentally see more clearly, that it could not
be a quarter or even an eighth of what he realised now was going to be a
very long and dreary watch.
"Well, it's no use to be impatient," he thought. "It's no worse for me
than it will be for all the rest. One doesn't like it, but then the
pleasure of the travelling and what we shall see right up in the hilly
part where the great kopjes rise must make up for a bit of trouble."
He moved on again slowly, keeping a sharp look out in the direction of
the stream and feeling convinced that he had heard a splash.
Then as he listened intently he was just about to come to the conclusion
that it was fancy, when there was another, this time a regular heavy,
wallowing sound. What it was he could not tell, but he felt sure that
it must be some huge beast making its way through the shallow water and
mud.
Mark's next thought was that the brute, whatever it might be, had left
the river and was now stealing slowly towards him.
"Can't be a hippo," he thought, "or I should hear him crashing through
the reeds and bushes. No, it must be one of those loathsome great efts,
the scaly slimy brutes, crawling softly;" and at the very thought of it
he pressed thumb and finger upon cock and trigger of his piece twice
over so as to prepare for action without the premonitory click that
accompanied the setting of each lock.
It was hard work to keep from turning sharply and running, but the boy
set his teeth and mastered the desire. But he held his piece in front
with two fingers on the triggers ready to fire, when all at once from a
short distance behind him, and right in the direction in which he would
have run, there came a deep, elongated puff as of some big animal, and
he felt that his first idea was right, and that one of the huge hippos
had caused the wallowing sound in leaving the stream and then made its
way right behind him so as to cut him off from his friends.
"The doctor might well tell me to load with ball," he said. "Why, a
shot gun would not have sent the pellets through the monster's hide."
There was a repetition of the heavy breath, apparently much nearer,
which set the boy's heart thumping rapidly within his chest, and then
the heavy beating began to subside as rapidly as it had commenced, for
he said to himself, "Oh, you cowardly fool! Why, I am standing close to
the bullocks;" and he stepped boldly out in the direction from which the
heavy breathing had come, and began to speak softly to the great sleek
animals, a couple of them responding with what sounded like so many
sighs.
Mark's tramp around the camp became a little faster now as he stepped
out and began musing about how easy it was to frighten one's self by
imagining all sorts of horrors hidden by the darkness.
"Why, the doctor's right," he said; "I don't believe that there's
anything one might mind in the little river, and of course, if there
were lions near, the ponies and the bullocks would know it before I
should. There, who's afraid of its being dark? Not I."
And walking and pausing by turns, the boy kept his watch, working hard
to convince himself that he ought to be very proud of the confidence
placed in him.
"There's something so real about it," he thought. "It's quite grand
marching round and round here with a loaded double-barrelled rifle over
my shoulder. I wonder how old Dean will feel. I'll be bound to say
he'll be just as squirmy as I was. He won't go to sleep the first time
he's on the watch."
The hours seemed to pass very slowly, though it was at their usual rate,
and at last to his great satisfaction not only could he feel sure that
half of his watch must have passed, but that it was growing lighter.
It could not be the approach of dawn, for he could see a few stars
peeping out here and there, and he realised that this was caused by the
lifting of the mist under the influence of a light breeze that felt
almost chilly.
Mark was standing some little distance from the second waggon where the
ponies were picketed, when all at once his heart set up its heavy
beating again, for coming in his direction along the edge of the patch
of forest he could plainly see a big, dark animal creeping cautiously
towards where the ponies were tethered.
Mark watched it for a few moments, till he felt that it must have passed
behind the trunk of one of the larger trees, and then it was gone.
"Could it be a lion?" he thought. "No, it had not the big, shaggy head.
But it might have been a lioness, or perhaps some big leopard. Ah!" he
panted, "there it is again! It's after the ponies. It must be!" and
calling to mind that he had cocked his rifle, he covered the dimly-seen
animal, which was coming very slowly nearer, and he could make out that
it had moved on a few feet and then stopped, as if crouching down
waiting to make a spring.
"What did the doctor say?" thought Mark. "I was not to fire unless
there was real necessity. There must be real necessity here, for that
beast is creeping closer and closer so as to be within easy distance for
its spring."
The boy hesitated no longer, but raising his rifle to his shoulder he
covered the object that was advancing, and was about to draw trigger
when he realised the fact that he was aiming at what seemed to be a
bush, while the lioness, or whatever it was, had disappeared.
Mark stared in wonder, for he could not understand how it was that an
object which had seemed so clear in the transparent darkness had
disappeared so easily, and he was staring almost wildly in the direction
where he had seen it last when there was a faint, rustling sound a
little to his left, convincing him that the nocturnal marauder had
passed a pensile bough of a tree that must be sweeping the ground, and
must be close upon the ponies, one of which uttered a low, tremulous,
whinnying sound, and gazing sharply in the direction Mark saw as he drew
trigger the big animal assuming a rampant position in springing upon the
pony.
The silence of the night was broken by a roar, and Mark felt that a
cloud was interposed between himself and the camp visitant which hurled
him violently to the ground.