"Are you much hurt?" cried Rivers, rushing up to Vander Heyden and
raising him, while Hardy supported him on the other side.
"I don't know, I hardly felt it," he answered. "I don't think it struck
the ribs."
"We must get his coat off and stop the bleeding," said Hardy. "If you
will hold him, I will unfasten the coat. Bring the lantern closer."
"Leave him to me, sir," said a voice behind. "I know something of
surgery, as a man has need to do who lives in this country."
Both Rivers and Hardy turned round in great surprise. The speaker was
Mr Prestcott.
"Ah, you wonder to see me here! I had no intention of leaving home when
we parted, but I was summoned to Heidelberg two days afterwards, and was
on my way to Mr Evetts when Mr Margetts met me. We must cut the coat
away. If the wound is where I suspect, it would give him great pain to
take it off his shoulders. Ah, I thought so," he continued when the
sleeve had been cut away and the shoulder had been laid bare. "You have
had a narrow escape, sir. The bullet struck the cartridge-belt which
was hanging round your neck, and glanced off, passing out through the
fleshy part under the arm-pit, just missing the rib. But it is a nasty
wound too. You will have to lie quite quiet for some time, and be
careful that the bleeding does not burst out again. There must be some
proper person to nurse him."
"His sister, Miss Vander Heyden, is here, sir," said Rivers. "She is in
the waggon yonder. She does not know anything about this yet."
"You had better go and warn her," said Mr Prestcott; "then we will
carry him to the waggon."
His instructions were obeyed. Annchen was of course terribly
distressed, but repressed her emotion, and instantly set about the
necessary preparations. The boxes were removed from the waggon, and as
soft a bed as possible made upon the floor of dried grass and reeds,
over which several rugs were laid. The waggon fortunately stood in a
sheltered place under two large trees, whither it had been moved to
render it as secure from attack as possible. Annchen and Rose undertook
the nursing; and Mr Prestcott engaged to send over the necessary
medicines from Heidelberg.
"He must be kept as quiet as possible, remember. I suppose there are
enough here," glancing round as he spoke at the Hottentot servants, as
well as at Matamo and Haxo, "to secure him against disturbance or
attack."
"There will be no further fear of attack," said George, to whom this
remark appeared to be addressed. "This wretched Bostock is dead, and
all the rest of the gang have either been killed or are prisoners.
Stay, though," he added; "I see Gott is prisoner, and Van Ryk was hanged
at Rorke's Drift; but I am afraid Sullivan has escaped."
"It will be a pity if he has," remarked Lieutenant Evetts. "I hear at
Heidelberg that the whole gang has been for months past the pest of the
neighbourhood."
"Sullivan has not escaped," said Margetts; "I can account for him. He
had been set to watch for me as I returned to the camp, and pick me off,
I suppose; but he fell into his own trap."
"Ha, that must have been the shot, then, that we heard," said Rivers.
"What made you so long in returning, Redgy? We were getting alarmed."
"Well, I missed the track," said Margetts, "and had ridden past
Heidelberg. By good luck I met Mr Prestcott, who was riding in to see
Mr Evetts, and he took me with him. It was after all no loss of time,
I believe, for he knew where to find Evetts, which I did not. And
during our ride to Heidelberg, he told me something, George, which you
will be interested to hear. But first I will tell you about Sullivan.
Evetts got his men together, and Mr Prestcott volunteered to come with
us, wanting to identify some of the gang, who had more than once stolen
his property. When we got within a mile or two Evetts scattered his
men, and told them to move up with as little noise as possible. One of
them in this manner got past Sullivan without being seen by him. He
chanced to look back, and saw Sullivan just levelling his gun at me, and
he anticipated the shot by sending a bullet through the back of his
skull. He was lying dead by the roadside when I passed, and I
recognised him as Sullivan, notwithstanding his disguise."
"Talking of his disguise," observed Rivers, "I wonder where they got the
soldiers' uniforms from. I know there are fellows among them who are
clever enough at staining Europeans so as to look like natives; but how
did they come by the uniforms?"
"That is a question easily enough answered," remarked Lieutenant Evetts,
who had now joined the party. "The Zulus stripped soldiers enough at
Isandhlwana to fit out a regiment or two, and for months afterwards they
were to be had for anything the Zulus could get for them. But I must
say the get-up, on the whole, was not bad."
"No," assented Hardy; "and the fellows who wore the uniforms had all, I
fancy, been really in the army at one time or another. Certainly the
corporal had."
"Yes," said Rivers. "When I first spoke with the man I thought I knew
his face, and probably I had seen him in the ranks. That was one of the
circumstances that for a long time prevented me from entertaining any
suspicion."
"By-the-bye, George," said Margetts, "I have forgotten to ask you how
you discovered Bostock. I thought, as I told you, there was something
strange about the party, but did not suspect Bostock was among them, and
his disguise was so perfect that I can hardly believe he is the fellow
lying dead yonder. There was no time to ask you when you sent me off to
Heidelberg; but I should like to ask you how you recognised him."
"It was your remark and his limp that first made me suspect him," said
George. "He has always limped since he received the wound on board the
_Zulu Queen_. I happened to know he had received another wound a few
months since--a bullet-wound on the wrist. I went and stood close at
hand while the pretended corporal was putting the handcuffs again on the
prisoners' wrists; and there was the scar of the wound plain enough. I
saw Bostock glance suspiciously at me, as he saw I was scrutinising his
wrist, and I had some trouble to keep myself from showing that I had
discovered him. But you were saying, Redgy, that Mr Prestcott had told
you something which I should be interested to hear. May I ask what it
was?"
"Well, Mr Rivers," said Prestcott, "it was simply that I am well
acquainted with your mother. In the course of my business I make
frequent journeys to Zeerust, and know old Ludwig Mansen and his family
quite well. I was there not many weeks ago. It is odd that his name
did not come up in the course of our conversation about Zeerust. I did
not particularly notice yours, or it would certainly have done so. You
wrote to her some time ago, did you not?"
"Yes," said George, "eight or nine months ago; but I have never received
any reply to my letter."
"Ah, I supposed so. The man to whom you gave it was several months in
getting to Umtongo, which was the name of Mansen's farm. Then she could
get no messenger to carry her reply for several weeks, and it must have
reached Rorke's Drift somewhere about the beginning of June. But it
appeared you had left the Natal Volunteers, and it was thought you were
going to join some other corps; but that was not known for certain. She
is in a terrible state of alarm now, that you have been killed at
Ginghilovo, or Ulundi, or one of the smaller battles."
"Well, her anxiety will soon be relieved now," observed Margetts.
"I trust so. But in that case Mr Rivers must not wait to accompany Mr
Vander Heyden to Zeerust Mr Vander Heyden cannot be moved for three
weeks, and then he must travel very slowly. I do not suppose he can get
to his destination under a month, at the very earliest."
"Of course I shall not wait for that," said Rivers. "I shall ride
across country, if I can find a guide. I suppose it will not occupy
very long, Mr Prestcott?"
"No, sir. Your horse, if that is your horse yonder, would take you
there in four days--probably in three, but certainly in four."
"And as for a guide," interposed Hardy, "you will not find a better in
all the Transvaal than Matamo. He knows the whole of this country as
well as I know the paths about my own farm. I am sorry that I myself
cannot remain here; I have another engagement to fulfil at Newcastle.
But I will undertake to return before Mr Vander Heyden can reach
Zeerust. Meanwhile Mr Margetts will stay here and look after the
party."
"Must that be so?" asked George. "I should have liked Redgy to
accompany me."
"It must be, I am afraid," said Hardy. "I am sorry that my engagement
must be kept."
"I am sorry too," said Margetts; "but of course we cannot leave Vander
Heyden here alone. When shall you set out, George?"
"To-morrow, if Matamo is prepared," was the answer. "But we must lie
down now and take some rest. The dawn must be close at hand."
"I shall return with my party and the prisoners at once," said
Lieutenant Evetts; "and I suppose you also, Mr Prestcott, will
accompany me."
"Yes," said Mr Prestcott. "The medicines and lint ought to be sent out
at once."
They parted, and our travellers, lying down, took some hours' repose.
Then George summoned Matamo, and inquired of him whether he knew the way
to Umtongo, and would undertake to guide him thither.
"The way to Umtongo," repeated Matamo. "I know it quite well. I have
been there two, three times. I could ride it in the dark."
"That's all right, then," said George.
"Yes, sir; we can get there in three days,--Koodoo's Vley one day,
Malapo's Kloof two days, Umtongo three days. But they will be long
days."
"Then had we not better start at once?"
"Yes, sir, or we shall not reach Koodoo's Vley to-night. I will go and
get everything ready."
In two hours they set off, the Bechuana appearing to be in high spirits.
The track he pursued led through a country wilder than any George had
yet seen. It ran for some miles along the banks of a small but most
picturesque stream, the banks of which were clothed with trees of every
variety. The mimosa predominated, but it was intermingled with
date-trees and Kaffir plums and huge cacti, with their swordlike leaves,
and acacias already coming into flower. Overhead hoopoes and parrots
kept up a never-ending chorus, while countless tribes of monkeys and
squirrels leaped and chattered among the branches. Occasionally there
sprang up, with the whirring noise so familiar to the sportsman, a covey
of red-brown partridges. Notwithstanding that they were well supplied
with provisions, George's instinct could not forego the opportunity. He
let fly right and left with both barrels. Two partridges dropped dead
just in front of them, while others flew off wounded. Matamo dismounted
and secured them, and they proved a most appetising addition to their
supper when they halted a few hours after.
"How far are we from Koodoo's Vley?" said Rivers, as he leaned back
against the sloping bank, after having made a delicious meal.
"Koodoo's Vley? About three hours' ride. Give the horses a long rest,
and we shall get there before the moon goes down."
George relapsed into thought. The excitement of the last few hours had
left no time for reflection, but now the recollection of what had passed
between himself and Annchen came vividly back. He had long felt assured
that, notwithstanding the distance at which he had always been kept from
her, she was not indifferent to him, but now he had had a distinct
assurance to that effect from her lips. For a moment the doubt crossed
him whether, in the few hurried words he spoke to her before the attack,
he had not in some measure broken his promise to Vander Heyden. There
had been little time for reflection, and his had been dictated by a
sudden impulse. But no. He felt sure it had not been so. His promise
to Vander Heyden had been that he would not ask her to be his wife, and
he had not asked her. Doubtless she would expect him to follow up his
declaration by a formal offer, but it must rest with her brother whether
that must be made. On the whole, he had good hope, when he recalled the
particulars of Vander Heyden's interview with him, that he would
withdraw his opposition. At all events, there was no need to be
down-hearted about it, and perhaps the less his thoughts rested upon it
the better.
He turned to Matamo, who was sitting on the other side of the fire,
sorely disturbed, apparently, at the long silence to which George's
reverie had consigned him. He responded at once to George's advances,
who inquired of him whether he had known Mr Prestcott before he met him
a few days previously.
"Do I know Mr Prestcott? Yes, sir, I have known him a long time. Very
good Baas, is Mr Prestcott. He tells pretty stories."
"More pretty than true, hey, Matamo?" suggested George. "Did you hear
his story about the lion and the powder-flask?"
"Yes, sir; I have heard that more than once. It gets nicer every time
it is told. Mr Hardy, too, he tells a nice story about the cobra in
the tree, but not so nice as my story about the big boa."
"Your story--an adventure of your own, like the leap off the
hippopotamus's head, eh? Let us hear it by all means, Matamo."
"Yes, sir. It happened a great many years ago. I had been sent on an
errand to the Kasal Mountains. A fat old Dutchman seized me, and would
not believe my story, but made a slave of me. If I said a word, he tied
me up to the cart-wheel and flogged me with the jambok. One day he sent
me after an ox that had strayed. He was always afraid that I should run
away, and if I was any time out, came to meet me with the jambok ready
in his hand. I couldn't find the ox anywhere, but I thought I saw
something moving in a thick bush, and I fancied it might be the stray
beast. I forced my way inside, and trod on what I thought was the end
of a log. But it was a great boa, not a log. The boa put up its head
and was going to spring; but I ran like a springbok, and the boa after
me. I never went so fast in my life, but the boa went faster. Just on
the edge of the wood, I saw the fat Dutchman coming with the whip. When
the Dutchman saw the boa, he too turned and ran. But I ran faster than
the Dutchman anyhow. The boa thought he was better eating than a lean
Bechuana boy, and he caught him round the waist and twisted himself all
about him. The Dutchman was so big that the boa only went twice round
him. He bellowed for help so loud that every one could hear him, so
there was no need for me to tell them."
"What did you do then, Matamo?"
"I ran away as fast as I could, and went home to Mr Baylen."
"I suppose the Dutchman was killed, wasn't he?"
"Yes, sir. The big snake ground him up like corn in a mill,--jambok and
all," added Matamo significantly.
"Well, you must tell that story to Mr Prestcott and Mr Hardy. I don't
think either of them could beat it."
"Ah, but I had another escape, from a rhinoceros, closer than that,"
said the Bechuana, evidently much gratified at George's approval.
"Closer than that!" said George. "It must have been a near one, then,
indeed. Let us hear it, by all means."
"It was in the rocky country above Standerton," said Matamo. "I was
hunting, and had to climb some steep crags two or three hundred feet
high, and in some places as steep as a wall. I got to the top, and sat
down to rest under a small tree that grew close to the edge of the
precipice. Presently I got up and went on to the wood, where there were
plenty of elands and antelopes. All of a moment a big female rhinoceros
broke out and ran at me. I put up my gun and hit her just in the right
place, and she dropped. I was going to load again, when I saw close
behind her the male rhinoceros, and he made a rush at me. There was no
time to load. I threw my gun away, and ran for it as hard as I could.
But the precipice was right in front, and no room to turn to the right
or the left. The rhinoceros is very swift of foot. He was close behind
me as I approached the edge. I thought we should both go over together,
but just at the last moment I seized the bole of the tree and swung
myself round. The rhinoceros couldn't catch hold of the tree, and
couldn't stop himself. Over he went in a moment, and I heard him strike
the ground three hundred feet down. I went below and took a look at
him. He was smashed to atoms."
"That was a close shave too," said George. "But come, Matamo, it is
time we were off again. The horses must be fully rested."
They remounted, and proceeded for several hours. But for some reason
they did not make good progress. The horse ridden by the Bechuana
appeared to be completely tired out, and could with difficulty be urged
to an easy trot. The moon had set while they were still fully three
miles from Koodoo's Vley, and Matamo declared it would not be safe to
proceed further that night.
He off-saddled his horse with more care than usual, and, instead of
knee-haltering and turning him out to graze as usual, secured him by a
headstall under the shelter of some trees, and brought him some grass
and water. But the animal, though it drank thirstily, seemed unable to
eat, and presently lay down, too much exhausted, apparently, by its
day's journey to stand.
"Bad job this, Mr Rivers," said Matamo, after carefully noting the
horse's condition.
"What do you think is the matter with him?" inquired Rivers.
"The horse-sickness, sir. I've been afraid of it for an hour or two,
but there is no doubt of it now. It is less common at this time of the
year, but it happens sometimes."
"Can't anything be done?" asked George. "I know this horse-sickness is
a strange malady, which no one seems to understand. But is there really
no cure for it?"
"None that I have ever heard of," was the answer. "Yes, he's getting
worse. He'll die; nothing can cure him."
"Has he been bitten by the tsetse, do you think?" asked George.
"The tsetse? no, sir. The tsetse is not found here; there is no mistake
about it, where it is found. I know it well, and its buzz too. It is
certain to kill any horse it attacks, or ox either."
"Doesn't it hurt a man, then?" inquired George.
"It never bites a man, or a donkey, or a mule. But what this poor brute
has is the horse-sickness, and nobody knows either the cause or the cure
of that."
An hour or two afterwards Matamo's predictions were verified. As the
darkness came on, the poor brute's malady got worse. Its flanks heaved;
it drew its breath with ever-increasing difficulty; its tongue lolled
from the jaws, which were tightly clenched on it. Then violent
convulsions came on, and it expired.
"What is to be done now, Matamo? Can you go on with me on foot?" asked
George. "We could ride alternately, you know; of course we should not
go nearly as fast, but we should get there in time."
"I am very sorry, Mr Rivers, but I can't go. Mr Baylen wants me back.
I must have returned to Horner's Kraal the very day after the party
reached Lichtenberg."
George remembered that Mr Baylen, while they were at Colenso, had told
him that the time of the year when he could never spare Matamo was the
spring. At the time when he made George the offer of the Bechuana's
services, there had been no idea of the journey to Zeerust being delayed
so long. He felt, therefore, that he ought not to urge Matamo to remain
longer with him. But, on the other hand, if he returned to Heidelberg
with Matamo, and obtained another guide, at least a week would be lost.
Knowing his mother's anxiety and distress, he was most unwilling to
protract them. Besides, he could remain only a certain time at Umtongo,
and he would not cut that any shorter, if he could help it.
"Do you think I could find my way by myself, Matamo, if you gave me full
directions?" he asked.
"I am not able to say that, sir. I will tell you the way as well as I
can. But if you go on to Koodoo's Vley, you will find the Kaffirs'
kraal, which is close to it, and they will show you the way to Mansen's
farm, if you pay them money. The Kaffirs will go anywhere for money,
and they know the place well."
With this George was obliged to be contented, and, having obtained the
most minute directions as regarded the road to Koodoo's Vley, which lay
only two miles off, he said goodbye to the Bechuana on the following
morning and rode off alone. There was no difficulty in finding his way,
Matamo's directions having been very clear, and the landmarks easy to
find. He proceeded, however, cautiously, and in about two hours reached
the Vley, which he clearly enough recognised, as well as the Kaffir
kraal, standing, as Matamo had described it, on the banks of a small
stream and in an open glade surrounded by a wood. But, to his great
disappointment, it was wrecked and deserted. Either there had been a
quarrel with some hostile tribe, or a Dutch commando had been sent
against it. But, whichever may have been the case, all its inhabitants
were gone. George searched all round, but could nowhere find one single
Kaffir.
He was now greatly troubled. Relying on Matamo's assurance of meeting
with a guide, he had not even taken any instructions from him as to the
way to his mother's house. He only knew in a general way that it lay to
the north-west. He would at once have ridden back and endeavoured to
overtake Matamo, but he reflected that the Bechuana, being now on foot,
would probably take a shorter way to Heidelberg, which he had been
unable to follow while on horseback. There was only, in fact, the
alternative of going on, in what he knew must be at least the right
direction, or return to the town. After a long debate, he determined on
the former course. He took out his pocket compass, and turned his
horse's head directly to the north-west.
He rode on for seven or eight hours, and presently the aspect of the
country changed. An open stretch of veldt succeeded to the mingled
forest and scrub and jungle through which he had been passing. The
grass grew up to his horse's hocks, and in some places up to its
shoulder. Suddenly there came a rush through the grass, and a
hartebeest, closely pursued by a pack of wild dogs, rushed by him George
had not hitherto come much into contact with these creatures, which,
however, are to be found in large numbers in these regions. They are
curious animals, more resembling hyenas than dogs, though the specially
distinctive mark of the hyena, the drooping off at the hind-quarters, is
not to be found in them. But in the stripe, and the bushy tail, and the
peculiar-shaped ear, they closely resemble the hyena. They are not so
cowardly as the last-named creatures, and are in consequence more
dangerous to encounter.
The hartebeest was evidently almost exhausted. It was not likely that
it could run another mile; and George, who had omitted to take any
provision with him, expecting to get his dinner at the Kaffir kraal,
resolved to follow and rescue the carcase from the wild dogs, whom a
shot from his rifle would probably disperse, or, at all events, keep at
a distance, while he cut off the meat he required. He spurred his horse
accordingly, and started in pursuit. But the ground was soft, and for
some time he gained but little on his quarry. The hartebeest held on
with more vigour than he had expected, and at last, when he had got
within distance, a sudden stumble of his horse caused him altogether to
miss his mark. He was obliged to stop and reload, and the ground thus
lost was difficult to regain. It was not until after a full hour's
pursuit that he saw the hartebeest, unable to go any further, at last
turn round in despair and face his enemies. Rivers had now sufficient
time to take aim at the leader of the pack with his first barrel, and
the hartebeest with the second. Both shots were successful. The
hartebeest dropped instantly, with a ball through its heart, and the dog
rushed off with a yell of pain, falling dead before it had gone a
hundred yards. But the rest of the troop did not take to flight, as
George had expected. Probably the pursuit of the prey had been
stimulated by hunger, which now rendered them insensible to danger.
After a moment's hesitation they rushed on the carcase, while one or
two, bolder than the rest, sprang on his horse, from which he had
alighted to drive off the dogs with his hunting-knife. Terrified at the
attack, the steed broke loose from George's hold, galloping off at full
speed, and pursued by the greater part of the pack. George shouted and
endeavoured to follow, but became instantly aware of the hopelessness of
the attempt. The horse was already a hundred yards off, galloping at
the utmost of its speed, in the hope of distancing its pursuers. The
darkness, too, was rapidly coming on. It would plainly be impossible
for him to recover his horse that night, as it would presently be too
dark to discern any objects at a distance. He must provide himself as
well as he was able with food and shelter for the night. Hastily
reloading, he first rid himself of the two or three dogs that were
busily engaged in mangling the body of the hartebeest. Next with his
hunting-knife he cut down a quantity of bushes, part of which he piled
up as a shelter against the wind, which began to blow with some
sharpness as the dusk came on. The rest of the wood he set alight by
the help of the matches in his belt, and presently succeeded in kindling
a tolerable fire. Then he cut off some meat from the carcase of the
hartebeest, of which there was a good deal left, notwithstanding the
ravages of the dogs. By these means, and by obtaining water from a
clear rivulet, which he found flowing at a little distance, he contrived
to satisfy his hunger and thirst. He sat down in the shelter which he
had provided for himself, and looked up at the sky above him. It was a
delicious night. The constellations of the Southern Hemisphere are not
in themselves as beautiful, as those with which we of the northern
regions are familiar. But their liquid brilliancy, seen against the
background of the deepest blue, renders the general aspect of the
heavens far more lovely and imposing. The sense also of entire
loneliness came upon him with profound solemnity. He was here far--he
knew not how far--from all human help and sympathy. Whatever good or
evil fortune might befall him was his concern and his only. The utter
helplessness of man so situated impressed him painfully. We seldom
realise the full meaning of passages of Holy Writ until some striking
circumstance of our lives bring them home to us, and George felt for the
first time how profound a meaning was contained in these words: "It is
not good for man to be alone."