To Webster there was nothing unfamiliar in the lonely watches of the
night, and the first long silent stretch recalled to him many a fleeting
memory of hours spent upon the bridge amid the dark waters, when the
mystery of night would close down upon the ship, bringing with it all
manner of fancies and haunting superstitions. There was here, in this
unpeopled land, the same brooding stillness, the same murmur in the air;
and the deep darkness, too, was instinct and alive with the same sense
of things unreal. It seemed as though, beyond the flickering circle of
ruddy light cast by the crackling fires, there were forms peering in,
under cover of the shadows which concealed them, at those within the
light, and now and again he would strain his eyes and finger the rifle
that rested across his knees.
The minutes slipped by quietly, with an occasional sigh from a contented
ox; then the long, wailing cry of a jackal rose and fell, to be
followed, as though it were a signal, by the deep, hollow growl of a
lion. The oxen stirred uneasily, and Klaas came softly up with his red
blanket wrapped about him.
"Seen anything, Klaas?"
"Nix, sieur; but I hear de leeuw."
"Will he jump the fence?"
"Ek dink so. The wind blows across, and he will come from that side."
"We will hear him when he springs?"
"Neh, baas, he will come over where it is dark, and lie still against
the ground, so that we could walk up to him without seeing, though he
sees us."
Webster picked up a bull's-eye lantern, pushed back the slide, and shot
a vivid fan-like shaft into the gloom.
"Come, then, you hold this, and I will shoot."
They piled fresh wood on the fires, then mounted to the waggon-box, and
tried the range of the light over the oxen. At the radiance they turned
their heads, and their large eyes shone reflected. Webster pushed back
the slide, and they sat waiting--the one with his finger on the trigger
of his Express, and the other with the lantern, which sent up a steaming
vapour into his face, and a faint reflection shining upon his gleaming
eyes.
Presently, just beyond the fence on the right, there broke out a booming
roar that made the air vibrate, and brought the oxen to their feet. It
died away in a hollow growl, and was repeated again and again from
different quarters. The oxen bunched together, and Miss Anstrade
knocked against the tent, while Hume called out from his lair beneath
the waggon.
"It's all right," said Webster, "the fires are burning, and we are
prepared."
Hume crept out, and finding that the back of the waggon was unprotected,
he hung a lantern there, and then went back to his couch, with the
muzzle of his rifle pointing into the light thus thrown.
Klaas called out to his oxen by name to soothe them, and at the sound of
his voice the two great red-and-white wheelers laid down with a grunt.
For a time there was a spell of stillness, more disquieting than the
terrific chorus that had awakened far-off echoes from every roving troop
of jackals.
"De leeuw talk now," whispered Klaas.
"Talk--what about?"
"They tell what they do. The young ones wait over there and shout; the
old man creep round on this side, say nothing, and jump over."
"And you think they are settling that plan now?"
"Yoh, sieur; they make plan, bymby begin work. See, there!"
A second burst of roaring made the ground tremble, and the movement and
the vibration in the air seemed to communicate more quickly the terror
in the sound. It swelled and fell, and rose again, and at each pause
the after-growl came in more threatening and ferocious.
"There, baas," said the Gaika, in a thrilling whisper, dropping his long
hand in a fierce grasp on Webster's arm.
"What?" asked Webster, raising his rifle, and looking eagerly to the
left.
"He jumped just now. Is the baas ready?"
"Yes."
The slide was opened, and the brilliant light, released, shot out into
the darkness beyond the fires, and, under the steady hand of the Gaika,
swept along the fence, throwing out the white scars on the broken
branches. It crept back again, and the two men, with eager eyes and
every nerve alert, followed the beam for sign of the fierce visitor.
Three times the light swept over the ground, and Webster levelled his
rifle; but just then the lamp was held still and the Kaffir made a
slight noise, while his breathing became quicker.
Webster followed the light in vain.
"What is it?" he whispered.
"Skit, baas, skit!" said the Kaffir.
"I can see nothing."
"There, there, sieur!" pointing with his assegai.
Suddenly out of the path of the light, near the ground, and apparently
detached from any object, glared two balls of yellow fire, and at the
same time came a low growl.
Guided now by these two luminous orbs, Webster saw a faint outline on
the yellow ground.
The Kaffir clicked with his tongue impatiently.
Webster sighted between the eyes and fired.
Upon the report there followed a savage roar, and the next moment the
waggon shook to the thud of some great body hurled against it.
There was a shriek from the waggon, then a muffled report.
"What is it?" shouted Hume, as he crept out from under the waggon. He
caught the lantern and rushed round, just as Webster had slipped another
cartridge into his rifle. The uproar was terrific. The oxen bellowed
as they strained at their rheims, the lions beyond the fence roared, and
from beside the waggon there rose a series of blood-curdling growls and
coughs. Both guns flashed out together and the assailant laid stretched
out. It was a huge yellow-maned lion, still gasping. The Kaffir drove
his assegai into the heaving body, and then both Hume and Webster rushed
to the waggon.
"Are you all right?" they cried.
She drew the canvas flap on one side and looked out, with her hair
falling forward in heavy coils.
"What was it?" she asked.
"A wounded lion sprang upon the waggon tent."
"Is anyone hurt?"
"No; but the lion is dead."
"I thought something dreadful had happened, and fired as much from
terror as anything."
Hume rolled the great body over and examined it.
"Your bullet went home, at any rate, Miss Laura, and you have killed
your first lion."
"Let me see." She drew her wraps about her, and was about to descend,
when, with a shudder and a nervous laugh, she crept back, dismayed by
the darkness.
The three men now walked round the enclosure, fired a couple of chance
shots, restarted the fires, and returned to their posts. The uproar had
subsided, and was succeeded by another spell of oppressive silence,
broken at lessening intervals by a vague sound, which grew in volume,
but not in distinctness, and before which the other sounds did not
revive. As it grew louder it took on a rhythmical beat not unpleasant.
"It sounds like a human voice," said Webster.
"Yes, it is a black man chanting, eh, Klaas?"
"Eweh, inkose, he sings as he walks;" and so speaking, the Kaffir
stretched himself by the fire and drew his blanket over his head.
"He evidently fears no danger," remarked Webster.
"I don't know," said Hume, and stirred the Gaika; "what manner of man
can this be who walks abroad in the night, making sign of his presence
to the lions?"
"It is the wizard," replied the Gaika solemnly, "and it is not well to
look on him. Even the beasts quit his path;" and once again he pulled
the blanket over his head.
The man approached rapidly, and now the deep chest notes rolling forth
in a rough melody took shape from the mighty volume of sound, and now he
was at the fence; and now, with a cry of "Layate," he leaped the
thorns--a wonderful bound--and still chanting, he came up to the waggon,
paused a moment at the body of the lion, then stepped to the fire, and
stood there with the glow upon his tall form and in his smouldering
eyes. A black man he was, of gigantic mould, with a tiger skin knotted
by the fore-paws round his neck, and with a mass of bone necklets that
clattered at every movement. On his forehead was a large ball of hair,
behind which rose two eagle's feathers, and he carried a bundle of
sticks and assegais, while from his shoulder hung a large skin bag.
"Who are you, and what is your business?" asked Hume, after looking
intently at the stranger.
The man shook his head, and his wild, roving eyes, shifting uneasily
like those of an animal, glanced from object to object, dwelling at last
upon the rolled-up figure of Klaas. Him, presently, he prodded with the
butt of an assegai, and grinned till his white teeth gleamed.
"Stand up, Klaas," said Hume sternly, and the Gaika, with a sullen look,
rose, and gradually raised his eyes from the feet to the dreaded face.
Then, like two fierce and strange dogs meeting, they stood fronting each
other--the one with a commanding look, the other with lowering frown and
quivering nostrils.
The stranger spoke, but the Gaika shook his head in turn.
"What does he say?" asked Hume.
"He speaks strangely, sieur."
"Is he a witch-doctor?"
"He is not of my people, nor of the Zulus, and his toes turn out."
"I wonder if this is our hermit?" said Webster.
"Ay, the same thought occurred to me; and the man who could leap over
that fence as he did could have no difficulty in knocking me down."
While they were talking the stranger looked at them furtively.
Hume cut a piece off a twist of Boer tobacco, and handed it to the man,
who took it with a gleam of satisfaction, cut a fragment off with his
assegai and put it into his mouth. The Gaika stalked away and crept
under the waggon, the stranger stopping his jaws to watch him, until he
heard the sigh of a man who lies down to sleep, when he appeared more at
ease. Presently he squatted by the fire, spreading his hands before
him, and, in a guttural voice, said, "Brandy."
"His vocabulary may be limited," said Webster dryly; "but it is useful,"
and he went to the waggon-box for the stone demijohn in which they
carried the Dop brandy.
Hume had his eye on the man and saw him shift an assegai to his right
hand, whereupon he pulled back the hammer of his rifle with a click that
drew a swift, furtive glance upon him.
The brandy was poured out and drunk with a resounding smack, and in
jubilation he shouted out, after the Kaffir fashion, a few words of
praise, and at the noise the oxen stirred.
"Yoh!" came a sharp exclamation.
"Is that you, Klaas?"
"The bush, sieur--the bush; it moves!"
"What the devil--Look after that fellow, Jim, while I see into this,"
and Hume bolted round the waggon.
"Well, Klaas?"
The Gaika was not there, but Hume heard him talking to the oxen, and ran
forward.
"What is it?"
"Men come in to cut rheims again, and take away the bush fence."
"Where are they?" said Hume, throwing up his rifle.
"They run when they see me. That man by the fire no good. So I went by
the waggon and watch--bymby, when he drink and cry out one word, he
shout in Zulu, _baleka_ (quick). So I leave the waggon."
"Hold that fellow!" shouted Hume, but there came a stifled cry from
Webster, and when he got round the man had gone, and Jim was rubbing his
eyes.
"Hang the swab," he said; "he threw a handful of dust in my eyes when I
attempted to seize him, and bounded away. What new devilment's afoot?"
"That fellow was in league with someone, and another attempt has been
made to stampede the oxen. They beat us at every turn."
"You are very noisy out there," said a voice from the waggon.
"We have been entertaining a guest, and he has just left us," said Hume,
with a wry face.
"A guest in this place, and at such an hour! You should have given me
an opportunity of sharing the pleasure."
"We did not wish to disturb you."
A close inspection was made of the fence, and three large branches,
which had been removed, were replaced. Then the three men, each taking
up a different post, kept watch again until the dawn.