Dawes, prompt to discern that his young companion had seen or heard
something to unnerve him, was not long in getting at the whole story of
the latter's discovery.
"It's a pity you turned your explorations in that direction, Ridgeley,"
was his verdict, "for I'm afraid the result has knocked you out of time
some--and it's still more a pity that Vunawayo should have stumbled
across you up there, because of course he saw that you were a bit upset,
and it gives them a sort of a hold on us. Well now, you see, my plan is
the best in the long run. You must try and make a break for it, and see
what you can do for the rest of us."
But still Gerard refused, refused uncompromisingly to leave his comrade
alone in the power of these barbarians. At length it was agreed they
should toss up which should make the attempt.
"Here, you'd better do the throwing, or you'll be swearing I've hocussed
the coin," said Dawes, with a dry smile. "By Jove, I've tossed for many
a thing, from drinks upwards, but never for quite such a life-and-death
business as this. Still, I hope you may win, for I tell you candidly
you would stand a bad chance if left here. Well, heads you go, tails I
stay. What's it to be--two out of three, or `sudden death'?"
"Sudden death sounds unlucky. Two out of three we'll say. You throw."
"All right," said Dawes, producing a shilling and contemplating it with
that dry, quizzical look of his that did duty for most men's laugh.
"Her most Gracious Majesty isn't in it up here compared with Ingonyama--
confusion to the latter. Now--call." And up went the coin.
"Heads!" sang out Gerard. Heads it was.
Up went the coin again. This time "tails" turned up.
"So far a draw. Now for the casting vote," said Dawes.
"Heads!" cried Gerard again. "Hurra--No. I've lost--though I've won
the toss," he ended, as the coin, having wobbled indecisively, settled
down, head uppermost, on the waggon-box.
"That's as it should be," said Dawes. "The next thing is to choose our
time. A rainy, dark night would be the best. Zulus, you know, hate
being out of doors at night. They're as frightened of bogies as so many
children. But there's no chance of any such luck, I'm afraid. Well, we
must just watch our opportunity."
The latter came. Two nights after the decision by lot there was a
gathering and a war-dance at the Igazipuza kraal. Throughout the
afternoon the warriors were parading and singing, and towards sundown
there was a great beef-killing, at which Gerard himself assisted, and in
order to lull suspicion, affected great interest in the spearing of the
doomed cattle, half of which, frenzied with apprehension and the clamour
of the crowd, broke loose and temporarily escaped their slayers,
affording much sport to the excited savages in hunting them down one by
one, and slaughtering them, amid an indescribable uproar.
"Now, Ridgeley, you have got everything you will require," said Dawes.
"The map, ammunition, everything. The row will be at its thickest in
less than an hour. That will be the time. Even the guards at the
entrance to this hole will be so taken up watching the fun down here,
you may be able to slip past them."
But Fortune was destined to prove unfavourable. As the moment for
making the attempt drew near, and even John Dawes the imperturbable felt
his pulses beat quicker, messengers arrived from the chief requesting--
though the request was really a command--their presence at the
gathering.
It was disconcerting, at first. But Dawes's keen faculties saw in the
apparent difficulty his opportunity. The messengers were few in number,
and eager to get back themselves to the scene of the festivities. He
readily fell in with the request, and with great deliberation replied
that they would saddle up their horses and ride over forthwith. This
proposal, so far from being received with suspicion, excited no
surprise. Zulus are great sticklers for etiquette; therefore it struck
the messengers as in no wise strange that the two white men should elect
to put in their appearance with every adjunct of state at their
command--to wit, on horseback.
"God bless you, Ridgeley," said Dawes, with unwonted seriousness,
contriving, under cover of saddling up, to exchange a firm hand-clasp
with his young companion, unseen by the messengers. "When we get near
the kraal, then edge off and make a dash for it. I'll give you the
word."
Their outspan was some three or four hundred yards distant from the
kraal. As they approached the latter, they could see that the war-dance
was in full swing. In the red glow of the great fires the forms of
hundreds of excited savages, in all their wild paraphernalia, showed
forth weird, monstrous, fantastic, as they went through their barbarous
performance, and the thunder of the war-song gathered in volume,
swelling up to the star-lit heavens like the fierce roar of ravening
beasts. Gerard's heart was beating like a hammer.
"Now, Ridgeley! Now is your time!" whispered Dawes, as the messengers
who were escorting them had in their eagerness been gradually increasing
their distance in advance.
Gerard, who had learnt promptitude in a sufficiently hard and practical
school, said not a word. Wrenching round his horse's head, for the
animal was loath to part from its companion, he spurred away into the
dark bush, straight for the head of the valley. And as he rode, from
all the agonised suspense of his young heart, went up an unspoken prayer
that he might succeed, that he might be the means of rescuing his
companion from the deadly peril which lowered over him, which lowered
over them both.
The kraal was already left behind on his right, the wild tumult of the
war-dance began to grow fainter. A puff of cool air fanned his face.
He had almost gained the ridge. Could it be--dared he hope--that he was
after all to meet with no opposition? Could it be that the guards had
all been summoned to attend the revelry? Ha! what was that?
In the light of the stars--and South African starlight can be very
bright--he saw dark forms running, converging on his line of flight,
could even distinguish the white on their shields, the occasional glint
on the point of an assegai. Then a line of figures started up right
before him, as it were out of the earth itself, barring his way, and a
deep-toned, peremptory voice called upon him to halt.
It was a critical, a fearful moment, yet he hesitated not. Putting his
horse right at the foremost, he charged through. And then the wild
Igazipuza war-cry rent the night, and he could hear the whiz of flying
assegais past his head.
Even then he would not use a weapon--would not fire. Like lightning it
flashed through his brain that he must get through bloodlessly--without
taking a life--or not at all. He might kill one or more of his
assailants. He might even thus ensure his own escape; but in that case
would he not be dooming to death his comrade? Would not the latter be
inevitably sacrificed? Would not the revengeful and exasperated
barbarians demand life for life, blood for blood? Seldom, we trow, has
one so young in years been called upon to face so difficult and delicate
a dilemma, seldom has he disposed of it so resolutely, so judiciously.
He heard the swarming rush of his pursuers as they charged down the hill
on either side of him. His pulses bounded, and his steed, maddened with
excitement and terror, snorted and tugged at the reins as the terrible
slogan rang forth from those fierce throats, expressing in curdling
meaning their veritable thirst for blood--
"_Igazi--pu--za_!"
And now with a thrill of unspeakable exaltation, he realised that he was
going _downhill_, that he was actually outside that hated and ill-omened
hollow which had been their drear prison-house all these weary weeks.
Every drop of blood in his veins tingled; every nerve thrilled. But the
pursuers kept up their pace horribly, and the way was rough, fearfully
rough. Even the sure-footed Basuto pony stumbled and floundered in the
darkness; once or twice came down nearly on his knees.
"_Igazi--pu--za_!"
The frightful shout thundered still in his wake, still as close as
before. In the darkness, on the steep and ragged descent the
fleet-footed savages could almost keep pace with the horse. With the
very brief start he had been able to obtain, they would surely run him
down sooner or later. His steed could not keep on at that pace for
ever. Besides, a hole, an excrescence in the ground, a false step,
anything, and he would be at their mercy.
On he kept. The air seemed to tear past his ears as he sped. The stars
overhead were as a whirling wheel of fire-works. Would not Nature even
come to his aid, afford him a hiding-place, a refuge? The rugged
mountains loomed black to the sky in all their savage wildness. Oh for
a few miles of level stretch to yield him the precious start which
should be the saving of him, the saving of them both! And then it
seemed that his despairing wish was answered. A black line rose right
across his way. It was a wide belt of forest land. Here at any rate he
might find hiding--shelter--some means of baffling the pursuers.
For although the fierce shouts of the latter had long since ceased, not
on that account did he flatter himself they had given up the chase.
These bloodhounds would not abandon their prey so readily. Even though
the morning might see him a long distance from their haunt, yet would he
by no means be safe. The Igazipuza were drawn mainly from the Aba
Qulusi clan, who inhabited almost exclusively the mountainous region of
northern Zululand. Not among these could he look for help, for guidance
in reaching the kraal of the king.
And, indeed, could he so look to any? What if the war with the English
had actually broken out? In that case he would be a lawful prey to the
first armed band he should meet. The hand of every man, woman, and
child in the country would be against him.
The first thing, however, was to evade those now in pursuit of him, and
with feelings of the deepest thankfulness, Gerard plunged into the dark,
welcome shades of the forest. But here a new drawback, a new peril
arose to confront him. The ground was hardly less rough than the open
hillside, and being in shadow, he could not see to guide his horse, with
the result that now and again the animal would crash right into a bush,
or stumble and slide over the roots of a tree, at the same time nearly
braining his rider against a limb of the same. Or a buck would start up
and rush away headlong through the covert, making a prodigious clatter,
and, as sound travels far at night, the keen ears of his enemies would
have no difficulty in following him by their sense of hearing alone.
How long he thus pursued his course Gerard could hardly have told; but
at length the deep-drawn breathing and stumbling gait of his steed
warned him that it was high time the latter had a rest, however brief.
So he dismounted, and having listened a moment, loosened the girths, but
without removing the saddle, and then stood listening again.
If he had come upon this expedition in search of adventure, assuredly he
had found it, thought Gerard, as he stood there by his horse, with the
bridle in his hand ready to mount at the very first alarm; as he stood
there in the midnight darkness of the forest, listening with beating
heart for the stealthy footsteps of his pursuing enemies. As a
situation of wild, adventurous peril, assuredly this one would be hard
to surpass.
He might thus have been standing about half an hour, when a faint,
far-away rustling was borne to his ears. At the same time his horse
began to show signs of uneasiness. That was enough. In a moment he had
tightened up the girths, and was in the saddle again.
The rest, though brief, had meant new life to the horse. The game
little Basuto stepped briskly out, but the kloof suddenly narrowed into
a steep defile, a dry watercourse in fact, and here the hoofs made such
an abominable clatter on the stones as to bring Gerard's heart into his
mouth. It could be heard for miles in the still silence of the night.
On he pressed, obliged to follow the lay of the land--a long, narrow
defile between steep mountain slopes. Would it never end? It seemed
not, as each fresh rise surmounted, only revealed the same winding
gloomy gorge, black in the darkness.
Another rest, this time of longer duration, and he pressed on again.
And then as the first streak of dawn began to tinge the sky, Gerard
noted that he had got clear of the mountains, and was riding over
rolling, bush-clad, and comparatively level country, but always
gradually descending. One thing puzzled him however. By the position
of the rising dawn he had travelled too much to the westward. That he
had not travelled in a circle he felt sure. Then as the dawn lightened
he saw in front of him a straggling irregular rift in the expanse of
bush beneath, and listening intently his ear thought to detect the sound
of water. Yes, it was water--a river. Drawing out the rough map Dawes
had prepared for him, he decided that it must be the Black Umfolosi. If
so he had made very fair distance. Surely he was nearly out of danger
as far as his pursuers were concerned.
The next thing was to discover a place to cross. A little further on
was a rocky conical eminence. By ascending this he could command a view
of the river, and would thus save the time occupied by riding up and
down, it might be for any distance, in search of a practicable drift.
His horse needed another rest, and while the animal was benefiting by
this he himself could ascend the hillock and take his observations, thus
killing two birds with one stone. A fatally erroneous move.
But having resolved upon it, Gerard lost no time in carrying it out.
Leaving his horse with the bridle drawn over its head, and the saddle
girths merely loosened as before, he set to work to climb the _kopje_.
The sides were rugged and steep, and the rocky summit was crowned with
bush and prickly aloes. A good view of the lay of the land rewarded his
efforts. For miles the bush country stretched away, and here and there
the dim blue line of a mountain in the distance. Beneath, the river
seemed to flow around a bend in a long smooth reach. It was probably
deep at this point, in which event he would have to ride eastward along
its bank in search of a drift. By comparing the direction it took with
the position of the sunrise he felt sure he had reached the Black
Umfolosi.
And now as the glorious hues of sunrise began to flush and glow in the
east, and the varying voices of the wilderness arose in glad and joyous
greeting of another day, the piping of birds, and the hum of insects,
Gerard's pulses beat with an unwonted sense of exhilaration, of vivid
delight in his new-found freedom. Fatigue or exhaustion he had not as
yet begun to feel, for, as we have shown, he was in splendid condition
by reason of his open-air life. But he began to feel uncommonly hungry,
and the only food he had been able to bring with him were a few pieces
of bread, crammed hurriedly into his pockets. These, however, hard and
stale as they were, came in uncommonly acceptable now, and he devoured
them ravenously.
"That's better," he said to himself, rising slowly. "Now for one
farewell survey, and then on again." And then he dropped back among the
bushes and aloes as if he had been shot.
He had left his horse in an open glade. From his elevated perch he
could see the animal peacefully grazing, and he saw something more.
Stealing upon it, flitting from bush to bush, came a number of armed
Zulus.
With a fatal fascination he watched their movements. On they crept,
half crouching, half gliding, but approaching with incredible rapidity.
He could mark them signalling to each other, then as two or three of
them rose to peer forward, he saw on their foreheads and chests the
blood-red disc, the ominous distinguishing mark of the Igazipuza. That
these were his pursuers of the previous night was established beyond a
doubt.
He watched them as they drew near the horse. But instead of running
forward to secure the animal, they suddenly crouched down and lay
motionless. The significance of this manoeuvre was plain enough to
Gerard. They reckoned that he would return to the horse, and their plan
was to lie in wait and pounce out upon him when he should do so.
He had a rifle with him--the double gun had been left with Dawes--and
now he thought how he could astonish them, how easily he could pick off,
at any rate, one or two of them. But what good purpose would that
serve? It would draw the whole band on to his hiding-place, and he
could not hope to resist them ultimately. Besides, the objection to
blood shedding which had held good at first held good still. Dawes was
still in their power.
Then he thought--thought hard and coherently. He must abandon the horse
and steal away. The savages would get tired of watching there for ever.
They would quit their ambush and come in search of him, or, at any
rate, some of them might. They would light upon his spoor, and easily
track him. He must make good his own escape while there was yet time.
Acting on this resolve he sent one more look at the lurking barbarians;
then, crawling carefully down the other side of the _kopje_ so as to
leave it between himself and them, he made for the river, judging that
upon its banks he was likely to find a hiding-place if anywhere.
To gain it took him some little time. We said that the river here
flowed in a long smooth reach, and this reach was thickly bordered with
trees and overhanging bushes. Nothing could have answered his purpose
better. But, as he gained it, he sent one look backward at his late
resting-place, and that look was sufficient to show him that he had left
that refuge not a moment too soon. There was a flash and movement of
something upon the rocky apex. His enemies had taken up the spoor and
had followed it thither.
In this conjecture he was, as it happened, wrong, the real fact being
that the same idea had entered their heads as had entered his; viz. that
the _kopje_ would make a convenient observatory, and two or three of
them had ascended to explore accordingly. Once there, however, they
promptly lighted upon the spoor leading away from it, and were at that
very moment engaged in signalling the discovery to the residue of the
band below.
And now Gerard knew that further flight was useless. With his horse
still under him he might have stood some chance, and bitterly did he
reproach himself for his carelessness and folly in cutting himself loose
from his staunch little steed. On foot the fleet barbarians would run
him down with the untiring persistency of bloodhounds. His only chance
was to hide.
But where? Eagerly, anxiously he explored the river-bank. Plenty of
hiding-places were there, for as we have said, the trees and bushes
overhung the water in thick profusion. It was not sufficient, however,
merely to conceal himself, he must do so in such wise as to leave no
spoor, no clue to his hiding-place.
And as the young adventurer fled swiftly along the river-bank his heart
was filled with a bitter despair. Death stared him in the face at every
turn--death, violent but swift, on the weapons of his enemies, or death
by torture at their hands--here or when they dragged him back captive to
their wild stronghold. The ruthless persistency of their pursuit seemed
to point to no other intention. The sight of the grisly stake and its
impaled burden came back to his recollection and rendered him desperate.
All considerations of policy were thrown to the winds. He would sell
his life dearly now.
Still there was a chance, and he resolved to make the most of it.
Casting his eyes keenly around he noticed a quick rapid movement, then a
splash. An iguana lying along a tree trunk which sloped out almost
horizontally over the water, alarmed by his presence, had run to the end
of the boughs and dived in. The idea struck him as an inspiration. In
a moment he was up the tree; then, following the example of the iguana,
he let himself drop into the water as noiselessly as possible.
It was over his head, but his feet touched ground almost immediately.
Then he rose again, and keeping under cover of the bank began to swim
upstream. The current being deep was sluggish, and Gerard, who was a
strong, powerful swimmer, made good headway. Carefully avoiding the
slightest splash he had swum about two hundred yards, when he became
sensible of a strange, but ever so slight vibration. It was caused by
the tread of footsteps on the bank.
He dived and swam beneath the surface in order to avoid leaving any
ripple. When at last he arose to breathe he found he was beneath a huge
overhanging bush, whose branches trailed down into the water. Nothing
could be better for his purpose.
Holding on by a bough, he drew a long deep breath. Then peering
cautiously forth through the foliage he watched and listened. Again
came that barely perceptible vibration of the bank, and he thought he
could detect the muffled sound of voices.
The shadow of the tree-fringed bank lay in an irregular line upon the
water. The sun was now almost straight upstream, reducing the shadow to
a mere three or four yards of width. And, a short distance below him,
projecting from this line of shadow, Gerard, from his concealment could
make out the moving silhouettes of three or four heads. His ruthless
pursuers were right over his hiding-place. Would they discover it or
pass it by?