Morning again, after a long sleep, and the rest and the feeling of
confidence that had come like an inspiration enabled Mark to partake of
some of the rough food brought to them by the blacks; and when in
obedience to the latter Mark and his companions arose, he was better
able to resume the march, which lasted till towards evening, while about
noon they passed between the two kopjes, where they were allowed an
hour's rest, and as the afternoon grew older, familiar objects made the
boys' hearts bound and sink again with despair. For they were convinced
now that before night they would reach the ruins, where the blacks who
had made the first attack would be doubtless awaiting the portion of
their tribe who had been so successful in their raid after the escaped
party.
There was no doubt about it now, and as the boys walked together their
countenances showed the emotions that swelled their breasts.
At one time their hearts seemed to sink lower with despair, and when
this was at its worst, hope would come again as they marked portions of
the ruins which they had visited; clumps of trees that had afforded them
shade; plains that had never failed to furnish them with bucks when out
with the rifle.
Later on they caught again and again rays that darted, reflected from
the river which had supplied their fish. Several times too they sprang
coveys of the partridge-like birds that had been so welcome to their
table; and at such times as this, with the full intent of cheering up
the drooping spirits of Mark, little Dan had drawn his attention to a
drove of antelopes or a flock of birds, with some merry suggestion
connected with his old fire place--his kitchen, he termed it--at the
ruins.
Mark smiled feebly, and Dan shrank away to the side of Buck.
"I didn't do much good, messmate," he said, "but it's wonderful how he's
kept up. It's my belief, and I says it 'cause I know, and no one
better, what it was to be as weak as a cat and as sick as a dog after my
fever--it's these 'ere plains as does it. Soon as I had started up
country I began to grow. One day I was like a little kid--just a baby,
you know. Next day I was a toddler just beginning to walk. Next day I
was a little boy as could run; and so I went on breathing and growing
till--you know what I was like, feeling as if I was alive again, and I
was a man ready and willing for aught."
Buck grunted and frowned at the ruins they were approaching.
"What's the matter, messmate? Cheer up, can't you!"
"Can't, Dan. I'm a-thinking of my two span of bullocks."
"Oh, they'll be all right."
"Not they, Dan. I know what these blacks are. They will have sat down
for one of their great big gorges. But if they have eaten six-and-forty
of my bullocks I'll never forgive them--there!"
"Well, we shall soon see, messmate."
"I'm afraid, my lad, as we shan't see."
"Well, but I didn't finish," said Dan. "I was talking about Mr Mark.
The way in which he has pulled up has been just like me, and he'd be
just wonderful only he's so low-sperrited about his governor--and no
wonder. Young Mr Dean too's just as bad, and he arn't got the pluck
left in him to do his cousin no good. Heave to alongside of him and say
a word or two."
"All right; but who's to heave to with his arms and legs all tied
together behind him like a market calf?"
"Well, it arn't worse for you, messmate, than it is for me. I don't
like it a bit, and it's all very well to call a fellow's arms his
feelers, but there arn't a bit of feel left in mine."
"No," said Buck, "and I don't feel as if I'd got any. Just look and
see."
"Oh, they are all right, messmate. I did think of setting to and
gnawing through them canes last night; but they would only have tied
them up again, and tighter too."
Buck nodded, giving his companion in misfortune a friendly look, and as
he was about to approach closer to Mark, he stopped to whisper, "I don't
know what to say, mate, for whenever I look at the poor plucky chap and
think about all he's gone through, I feel as if I should like to sit
down and howl. But there, that will do. I have thought on it now."
The next minute, after making a quiet approach so as not to draw the
attention of the blacks who were driving them, as he said, "like a span
o' oxen," Buck was alongside of the two boys.
"Say, Mr Mark," he said, "don't that there big kopje put you in mind of
going up and finding that there cave?"
Mark started, for his thoughts had a far different trend, and he shook
his head.
"I've been a-thinking of it, sir, ever since it come into sight.
'Member finding that there walking mummy as Dan said was such an old
'un?"
Mark shook his head.
"Oh, but you do, Mr Dean. I wish we had had time, all of us, to have
got up there before the niggers came that night. We could have kept
them back for a twelvemonth if we had only knowed."
Poor Buck had joined the boys with the best intentions, but seeing the
look of agony Dean directed at him he slackened his pace and let the
pair go on without another word.
"Why, what's the good of that?" said Dan, as the two men were alongside
again. "You didn't half talk to 'em."
"Didn't half talk to 'em, my lad? I talked a deal too much. Why, I no
sooner opened my mouth than, as they said of the chap, I put my foot in
it. Well, what's it going to be?" continued the big fellow
sadly--"regular heartbreaking work for those two poor young chaps? I
can't talk much about it, but I have thought a deal."
"So have I, messmate."
"Ah," said Buck, "I'm afraid it's all over with the poor old governor.
Fine old English gentleman he was."
"Ay," said Dan, "and the poor doctor too. Talk about a man, Buck--they
don't build many craft like him. Thorough gentleman down to the ground,
and all the same a regular working man too. If there's anything he
couldn't do it's because it arn't been invented yet. My word, messmate,
what a skipper he would have made! I should just like to have gone
through life as his first mate."
"Ah," said Buck, "well, we shan't be long before we know the worst.
Look! Here they come, yelling and shouting and singing welcome home to
our lot. Now, what's it going to be next?"
"Ah, that's what I want to know," said Dan. "They arn't cannyballs, or
it would mean a big fire and a wholesale roast."
"Haw, haw!" ejaculated the big fellow, in a dismal attempt at a laugh.
"Why, they will be making you cook, Danny. Well, if they do, put me out
of my misery first, and good luck to 'em! They will find me pretty
tough. I know what I should like to do, Dan. I have been wishing that
I was a nigger like our Mak. He is just like a heel. No matter what
happens he's always able to slip out of the way. But just now I don't
wish I was a nigger. I should just like to be one of them Malay kris
chaps, get my arm set free, and then run amuck."
"What's the good of that, messmate? They'd only spear you at last."
"Well, I should have sarved some of them out for what they've done to
the boss and the doctor, and what they are a-going to do to them two
poor lads."
Buck Denham ceased speaking, for a party of about sixty of the Illakas
came rushing out, yelling, from the ruins, and brandishing their spears,
joining the boys' captors and beginning to indulge in a furious kind of
war dance, a savage triumph, in which the prisoners were surrounded and
hurried right in amongst the ruins to the opening of the kraal, and
where the clearing had been made by the travellers and explorers of the
wondrous ruins.
Mark and Dean allowed themselves to be forced unresistingly along,
wild-eyed and staring, but not with fear, for self for the time being
had no existence in their minds.
Their wildly staring eyes were searching here, there and everywhere for
a glimpse of Sir James and the doctor. But they looked in vain.
It is, they say, the unexpected that occurs, for all at once as the
prisoners were standing right in the middle of the kraal, surrounded by
fully a hundred of the gesticulating, yelling and spear-waving blacks,
there was the clattering of hoofs and a shrill and seemingly familiar
ear-piercing whistle.
"Look, look!" cried Mark wildly, as a feeling of rage pierced his
breast. "Look at him! The coward! He has come to join these wretches'
triumph!"
"Ah!" cried Dean excitedly.
"Then he arn't going to stop," growled Buck.
"No," added Dan savagely. "He just ketched sight of me. Oh, if I--"
He got no farther, but stopped in astonishment as great as that of the
surrounding blacks, for, whistling loudly as he galloped up on one of
the ponies, and followed by the other three, and apparently leading a
charmed life, careless too of the threatening spears, Dunn Brown swooped
at full speed into and round the kraal, and then away again out of the
opening towards the plain to join the advancing line of dust-clothed
helmeted men who, raising the genuine old English cheer, were led on by
a couple of mounted officers, and the next minute every stone and
hillock of the ruins was being occupied; a bugle sounded, and
then--_Crack! Crack! Crack_! every report being repeated scores of
times as it rattled amongst the ruined walls. The little peaceful home
of the explorers had become a miniature battlefield.
There was a wild yelling and the hurling of spears, as for a few minutes
a brave enough resistance was being offered by the savage tribe; but
soon there was the peculiar spirit-thrilling metallic rattle of bayonets
upon rifles, and then with black figures falling in all directions the
company of British infantry swept through the kraal and cleared the
little camp to line the great wall, and, taking up this commanding
position, to bring down the enemy as they fled.
It was only the work of minutes, and before long the wall at the back of
the camp had its coigns of vantage lined, and was sending forth its
little puffs of smoke, while Captain Lawton had sprung from his horse,
and cut free the prisoners, and was warmly shaking hands with each in
turn.
"Thank God, my lads, we are here in time!" he cried. "But your father--
the doctor--where are they?" he added. "Don't say that--"
"Hooray!" came faintly, quite a distant cheer, which was answered by the
men upon the wall and taken up by every British soldier within hearing,
and followed up by the triumphant notes of the bugle as it sounded cease
firing--for the fight was at an end.
There was another cheer in the distance, and another, and the boys,
whose breasts were still swelling with emotion, doubled by the captain's
words--his appealing "Don't say that--" now stared vainly and unable to
comprehend why it was that fresh shots were raising the echoes again in
the direction of the cavern kopje; and it was not till Buck Denham on
one side, Dan Mann on the other, caught Mark, wincing and grimacing with
pain from their numbed arms, and pointed, that the truth came home.
Both he and Dean were beginning to have some glimmering of the truth,
and then it was enforced by a volley fired from the slope leading down
from the cavern.
It was only a little volley fired from four rifles, but it was as if the
echoes of the old ruins had multiplied it as being from four thousand.
It was so little, but meant so much, for it was fired by Sir James, the
doctor, and the two keepers, who had found a refuge in the old medicine
man's sanctuary, which, in spite of fierce besieging, they had managed
to hold until the rescue came.