When Jack came down to breakfast on the morning following the departure
of Mrs Hunter and Wilfred for Pietermaritzburg, there was only one
vacant place in the cramped little dining-room of the hotel, and on
taking his seat he found himself face to face with a young fellow some
three years older than himself, who was dressed in civilian
riding-costume which closely resembled the khaki uniform worn by
officers.
He was a jovial-looking fellow, with clean-shaven face, laughing eyes,
and a head which was covered with closely-cropped red hair.
"Good morning!" he said, as Jack sat down. "It's not much of a
breakfast this morning; but then what can you expect with so many of
these lusty officers about. They've eaten us out of house and home.
Well, they'll fight all the better. By the way, what are you?
Volunteer, Natal carbineer, or civilian? Excuse my asking, but I am a
stranger here, and am anxious to get information."
"Then you have come to the wrong man this time," Jack answered with a
smile. "I only arrived a day ago, and know simply nothing."
"In that case I dare say I shall be able to teach you then. My name's
O'Farnel, Lord Edward O'Farnel, commonly known as `Farney'. If we're
both strangers we had better look round together."
"Delighted, I'm sure!" Jack exclaimed. "I was wondering what I should
do with myself. I only came through from Johnny's Burg a few days ago,
and before that I had ridden over from Kimberley; so you can understand
I am a perfect stranger here."
"That was a long ride," said Lord O'Farnel. "Tell me about it, and what
kind of an experience you had coming down. By all accounts some of the
refugees had a terrible time of it."
Jack at once complied, and before the meal was over found himself on
most friendly terms with the young lord who sat opposite him.
"Now tell me something about yourself," he said, when he had told
O'Farnel how he had come down from Johannesburg, and how he had spent
his time since arriving in Africa.
"Something about myself, is it?" replied his companion. "Well, there's
very little. I'm twenty-two or thereabouts, Irish, and have no
profession. Away back in good old Ireland I've a castle and a mansion,
and any amount of acres which bring me in about twopence halfpenny a
year. Ah, it's a fine place, and very good to look at, but ruination to
keep up! I said `Good-bye' to it three years ago, and since then I have
been travelling round. Last year I went home for a week, thinking
they'd be pleased to see me; but, bless your life, the old caretaker in
the mansion was the only one who cared a jot. The others thought I had
come for the rent, so the very next morning they had dug a grave in
front of the hall-door and put an old black coffin near it with a notice
on top, written in the best of Irish, advising me to clear out at once.
Pleasant fellows! They've quaint ways about them, but they are
good-hearted all the same.
"I took their advice and left at once, and then came out here to see
what I could do at the mines. But Kruger and his friends had upset
everything, so I went south to Durban for a time, and when there was a
talk of fun up here I took the train and came on the chance of seeing
it. But how to do it is the next thing. What do you think, Somerton?"
"I am going back to Kimberley very soon," said Jack; "but if there is to
be a struggle in this direction I shall stay for a time and join in if I
can. I was told yesterday that volunteers are badly wanted, and that
anyone could be taken for the Imperial Light Horse. But that would be
more or less of a tie. I really don't see why we should not take part
in all the fun as simple volunteers. Have you a rifle and a mount?"
"Yes, I have a good pony and the usual rifle," O'Farnel answered; "and
what is more, my kit makes me practically the same as any of the
volunteers. I have been here for the last week, and so can put you in
the way of things. I know one of the officers in a regiment stationed
here. Let us look him up. I dare say he could get whatever you want,
and I should advise you to buy a suit of khaki and a pair of putties.
Then we will see whether we cannot go along with the troops."
Accordingly Jack and O'Farnel strolled across to one of the camps and
were fortunate enough to find the officer of whom the latter had spoken.
"Hallo, Farney!" he exclaimed, as they stopped opposite his tent. "So
you've come up here! I thought you were going to stay at Durban."
"No, I've got a restless fit on, Roper, and have come to see what is
doing here. This is Jack Somerton, a friend of mine. By the way, he
wants to get some kit. Can you help him?"
"I may be able to," answered Roper. "Come over to the quartermaster and
we will see what he has to say." When they reached the quartermaster's
stores, which were temporarily in a large tin house, they found that he
had a complete kit to sell, one of the men having been killed on the way
up to Ladysmith in a railway accident.
The clothes were just the right size for Jack, and he quickly became
possessed of them.
"There," said Roper, as he handed them to Jack, "it's not exactly
correct, you know. These should be sold by auction in the regiment.
But no one wants them, and you have paid more than they would have
fetched at a sale."
"Now we want to know whether you can help us to see some of the fun,"
said O'Farnel. "We will volunteer for anything so long as it does not
tie us down."
"Then I should advise your going farther north," said Roper. "Here you
are not likely to come in for much, for the Free Staters compel us to
keep on the watch. But General Symons is at Dundee, up towards the
north of Natal, about thirty miles away, and if you go up there you are
certain to see some fighting. He has 4000 men, and he will strike the
first big blow. Look here, Farney, I'll give you a note to a fellow I
know in the Hussars up there, and if there's to be a battle, he will see
that you both have a share in it."
"Thanks, that will suit us capitally!" said Lord O'Farnel. "We'll start
as soon as you can give me the note, for it would be an awful
disappointment to arrive too late."
A few moments afterwards they returned to their hotel, where Jack
discarded his shabby tweed suit and donned the khaki.
"There you are now," said Farney, looking quizzically at him. "You look
just like the ordinary `Tommy', and will do. My word, though, I thought
what a quiet-looking fellow you were before; but now, what with the
rifle and bayonet and that broad-brimmed hat, you look a regular
mountebank! But come along. There is nothing to keep us, and we may as
well start north at once."
Having paid their bills, Jack and his new friend, Farney, saddled up
their ponies and took the road for Glencoe.
It was a long ride, but the road passed through some wonderful bits of
rugged scenery, and about half-way up they fell in with an ammunition
column, with a small escort, and an officer who proved a perfect mine of
information.
"Oh, yes!" he said, when Farney asked him, "there's going to be a big
battle up this way within a very short time. We are stationed at Dundee
to check the invasion. We cannot stop it, for I suppose there must be
thirty to forty thousand Boers marching south, besides others
threatening our communications with Ladysmith. But we are bound to make
a stand somewhere, just to show the beggars that they cannot have things
all their own way.
"I hear all the enemy came over the border on the evening of 11th
October, and on Saturday they were at Newcastle. Since then they have
been pushing slowly south, while hundreds of wagons have followed them.
They mean business, do those Boers, and we shall have a pretty hard job
to turn them out of Natal when reinforcements reach us."
"Then you think we shall have to retire?" said Jack.
"I'm sure," replied the officer. "Joubert is as cunning as a fox, and a
clever soldier. He is marching in three columns. One came through
Botha's Pass, close below Majuba. The centre one has passed through
Newcastle, and the third, on our right, is marching down the eastern
border, and will no doubt make a dash to cut our communications. They
are too many for us. We shall have a go at them, hammer them, and then
retire to Ladysmith, where we shall entrench ourselves and wait for
reinforcements, which will take some weeks to reach us.
"I suppose you fellows are going up as volunteers? There are lots more
like you. If you have never been under fire, you will have that
experience before long. It's not so bad after all. Keep cool, and
take, advantage of every scrap of cover. Keep an eye overhead, too, if
you can. It is possible to dodge a shell, and the farther you can get
away from it the better."
It was late on the evening of 19th October when Jack and Farney reached
the British tents at Craigside Camp, between Dundee and Glencoe, and
close against Talana Hill, which was to be the scene of the next day's
battle.
A few enquiries soon brought them to the Hussar quarters, and having
introduced themselves to Roper's friend, by means of his note, they were
both able to get a shake-down in a tent near by for the night, as well
as a good meal.
They had had a long and tiring ride, and were soon asleep, wrapped in
the blankets which each one had carried strapped behind his saddle.
Just as daylight dawned on the following morning they were startled from
their sleep by a succession of loud reports, followed in a few seconds
by the screaming of several shells overhead and by an explosion close at
hand.
"By Jove, they've started already, so we're in the nick of time!"
exclaimed Jack, jumping up and rushing outside the tent, where he was
joined by Farney. "What has happened?" he asked an officer, who was
passing at that moment.
"Lucas Meyer has occupied Talana Hill," was the reply, "and he is
shelling us with six guns. Wait a few minutes! Our batteries are
galloping out, and you will see how soon they will polish those beggars
off!"
Hastily slinging their belts across their shoulders and picking up their
rifles and blankets, Jack and his friend saddled their ponies, which had
spent the night close by, and cantered out of the camp after the British
guns, which had already taken up a position.
"That was a close one," exclaimed Jack calmly a moment later, as a shell
whizzed just above his head and plunged into the ground behind, where it
failed to explode. "A foot lower and it would have knocked my head to
pieces!"
"Ah, there's many a slip!" laughed Farney light-heartedly. "Look at our
fellows! They are giving our friends over there a good peppering."
Jack turned to watch the British guns, of which there were twelve, and
then directed the field-glasses which he had purchased in Ladysmith at
the heights of the Talana Hill. There he could see six cannon belching
forth sharp spirts of flame, but no smoke, for the latest ammunition was
being used.
As he looked, the British batteries spoke out, and the reports were
followed by a succession of blinding flashes close by the Boer guns.
For twenty minutes the storm of shell continued to fall, and by that
time the enemy had ceased to fire, and their guns stood unattended.
By now the troops had poured out of the camp, and while some remained
behind in case of an attack, the King's Royal Rifles, a gallant corps
commonly known as the 60th, the Dublin Fusiliers, and the Royal Irish
Fusiliers, both regiments composed of stalwart, dashing Irishmen, fell
in on the bugle-call, and formed up for the attack. Smart, bold fellows
they all looked too, clad in their khaki uniforms, with belts, helmets,
and buttons all of the same mud-colour. And true heroes they were soon
to prove themselves, for the bugles now rang out the "Advance", and in
open order they set off for Talana Hill across a wide, sweeping plain,
almost completely devoid of cover, and shortly to be swept by a
murderous hail of Mauser bullets directed by unseen hands.
At this moment another Boer commando was reported advancing from the
left, and the Leicester Regiment and a battery of guns was sent against
them.
"By George, it looks as though we meant to clear that hill!" exclaimed
Farney excitedly. "What shall we do, Somerton? Leave our horses and
follow them, or stay where we are for a time?"
"Let us ask Preston," said Jack, nodding to the Hussar officer who had
befriended them on the previous night, and who galloped up at that
moment.
"Look here, Preston," Farney called out. "Somerton and I want to have a
hand in this battle. What shall we do?"
"If you will take my advice," Preston answered, "you will join us. The
chances are you would be in the way over there with the regulars, and
your ponies would certainly be picked off. We are going to form over by
the shoulder of the hill, and when our boys have set the beggars
running, we will gallop round and break them up. There will be some fun
in it, and you may both of you just as well have a share."
Accordingly Jack and Lord O'Farnel joined the Hussars and a body of
mounted infantry supplied by the Rifle Regiments and by the Dublin
Fusiliers.
Jack was mounted on Prince, and had left Vic behind, as it was unlikely
that he would require two mounts.
They rode forward close in rear of the advancing regiments until the
bullets began to whistle past them, while now and again some poor fellow
tumbled forward on the ground. But undeterred, with never a backward
glance or a thought of flinching, the three British regiments pushed
forward, the nonchalance and absolute coolness of the men being superb.
They acted just as if on a big field-day at home in the Long Valley, and
as if sure that, within a certain time, and after firing so many rounds
and marching a given number of miles, they would return to camp, and to
a comfortable dinner which would await them.
Many of the men smoked pipes and cigarettes, and joked and called to one
another as they advanced, but for all that, beneath all their dogged
pluck and coolness, there was a certain restlessness, a nervous grasp of
the rifle, and a keen look in their eyes which told that they had braced
themselves for a determined effort, and that nothing, not even thoughts
of sweethearts and wives and children at home, or even death, should
deter them from mounting the slopes of the hill in front of them and
putting the Boers to flight.
"By Jove, it's fine to see them!" Farney cried, with a ring of pride in
his voice. "Look at them now! They have opened out, and the foremost
lines have reached the edge of the hill. Ah, now they are giving it to
them! Volley-firing, regular and well delivered. Look at them now,
Jack; they are pushing up the hill, and more of the poor fellows are
dropping! Ah! who would now dare to say that my countrymen are
disloyal? I know some of them have acted as blackguards at home, but
they are the scum of Irishmen, while these soldiers are real, brave
boys!"
By this time the three advancing regiments had commenced to climb the
hill, and the batteries had galloped up to closer range, and were now
pouring in a hail of shrapnel at the puffs of flame which told where the
Boer marksmen were. On our side, too, the men were cunningly taking
advantage of every stone and boulder, or bravely facing the hail where
no cover existed, and from their rifles a steady discharge of bullets
was kept up at the heights above.
And behind them, and right up in the firing line, with no time to think
of cover, the army surgeons and the bearers of the Army Medical Corps
were at work picking up the wounded, applying dressings, and carrying
the poor fellows away with a coolness and bravery which matched that of
the other soldiers.
But our lads were gradually creeping up the hill, and were now within
300 yards of the summit, where they lay down, and poured in murderous
volleys at the Boers, while a few feet overhead a succession of
screaming shells flew by, to plunge amongst the boulders a few moments
later, and burst with an appalling roar, scattering death-dealing
bullets on every side.
Gallantly did our brave fellows fight, and gallantly too did the Boer
marksmen prove their devotion to their country. Struck down on every
side, they still stuck to their posts, and in those last few minutes
added numbers to our list of dead and wounded.
But British pluck, whether bred in England, Ireland, Scotland, or Wales,
or indeed in any of our colonies, was not to be gainsaid. With a
roaring cheer and the shrill notes of the "charge" sounding along the
hill, the British fixed bayonets, sprang to their feet, and made one
rush for the summit of Talana, never pausing to fire, but trusting to
reach the enemy and apply cold steel, the most terrifying death of all.
But the Boers did not wait for them. Those that had held so stubbornly
to the crest of the hill had performed their allotted task, for they had
enabled their comrades to withdraw the guns and retreat in order; and
now, springing from behind the boulders, they darted down the other
side, a mark for the bullets of our soldiers.
Meanwhile the two hundred cavalry with whom Jack and Farney had thrown
in their lot had been quietly walking their horses round the shoulder of
the hill. As the infantry lay down for the last time before the charge,
Colonel Moller, who was in command, gave the order to trot, and the
little column swept round the shoulder, a Maxim gun on a galloping
carriage trundling along in the centre. Arrived in sight of the reverse
side of the hill, they halted for a few moments and waited for the
flight of the Boers. Already they were retiring in ones and twos, but a
minute later they came in a swarm.
"Draw swords! Trot! Charge! At them, my lads!" came in quick, sharp
tones, and in a second the horsemen had opened out, and were going
pell-mell across the open space.
Jack was close to Farney, and as, like the mounted infantry, neither
possessed a sword, they had fixed their bayonets on their rifles, and
holding the latter close to the lock, with the bayonet well advanced,
prepared to use them as lances.
A moment later they were amongst the flying enemy, bullets singing about
their heads and knocking men out of their saddles. But all the time the
sabres were flashing fiercely in the sunlight, and Jack and his friend
were using their bayonets to advantage. It was a wild ten minutes, and
what happened during that time Jack never knew. Almost before he had
expected it, Boers rose up in front of him and fired point-blank in his
face. One bullet actually grazed his forehead and sent his hat flying,
while another smashed his water-bottle to pieces. But he knew nothing
about it at the time. Gripping Prince firmly with his knees, and
keeping him well in hand, he leant forward in the saddle prepared to act
at any moment. Suddenly a huge, bearded Boer stood in his way,
half-hidden by a boulder, and, waiting till Jack was almost on him,
pulled his trigger. What happened to the bullet Jack never knew;
probably it went beneath his arm, for he found a slit in the sleeve
after the fight was over, but the concussion and flash of light almost
blinded him. Next moment with a hitch at the reins and a touch with his
leg, given almost unconsciously, he was round the boulder and had
plunged his bayonet into the Boer's body.
Then he dashed on and set his pony full-tilt at three of the enemy who
were standing close together and emptying their magazines into the
troopers. One he despatched with his bayonet, a second was knocked
senseless by Prince's shoulder, and the third was cut down a second
later by a man galloping along close behind Jack.
But many of the Boers had managed to reach their ponies, and were
galloping away to join their friends; and after them the gallant little
body of horsemen spurred, determined to teach them a lesson if they
could only reach them. A mile farther on, as they were passing some
rocky ground, a line of fire spurted out from some bushes, and Lord
O'Farnel, who had kept close to Jack, was thrown senseless to the
ground, a bullet having killed his pony. Jack at once pulled up and
dismounted, to find his friend huddled upon the ground with one leg
twisted suspiciously beneath him.
A glance told Jack that it was broken, and that it would be impossible
to move his friend until something had been done. As a preliminary he
straightened the limb out, and then turned Farney on his back and opened
his collar. That done, he sprinkled some water on his face, obtaining
it from his friend's bottle, and looked round to see what had become of
the column with whom they had charged.
They were out of sight, and it looked as though the two young fellows
were alone, but the phit, phit of two bullets flying past his head, and
the loud thuds and spurts of dust which followed, told him that some of
the Boers were still in the neighbourhood and were firing at him. But
he could see no one, though he searched all round. He and his friend
lay in a wide hollow about half a mile across, and close to an isolated
patch of boulders which cropped up in the centre.
"There are some Boers over there," thought Jack, "and if I am not
precious careful they will bag me. But I'm not going to get hit or
taken if I can help it."
Determined to make a fight for it, and protect his unconscious friend,
he took Farney by the shoulders and dragged him across the ground as
gently as possible till he was in a spot with an almost complete barrier
of boulders round him. Then he called Prince and ordered him to lie
down, which the obedient animal did at once.
A few moments later Jack himself was hidden behind the rocks, and was
busied in loading his own and Farney's rifle, and in laying cartridges
close at hand. "That's all right," he muttered. "Both magazines are
full, so I ought to give a good account of myself. Now I'll pile up a
few more boulders, or I shall be getting some of those bullets flying
closer to my head than I like."
Keeping his body sheltered as much as possible, he rapidly piled up
pieces of rock till there was a complete breastwork round himself and
Farney. Then he sprinkled more water on the latter's face, and finding
that he was recovering consciousness, repeated it till his companion
opened his eyes, looked about him in bewilderment, and then smiled
serenely at Jack.
"That you, Jack?" he asked. "What's wrong with my leg? It feels quite
dead; and where are the other fellows?"
"Oh, the others have gone on, Farney!" Jack replied, "and as far as I
can make out your right leg is broken somewhere above the knee. We're
here alone, old chap, and about a dozen Boers are sitting down firing at
us. But they can keep that up all day without doing us any harm. We
are in a regular fort here."
"Then you'll have to defend it alone," replied Farney, with a groan.
"I'm just like a log. Half a minute though! Lend me that Mauser of
yours. If they try to rush us, I shall be able to use that to some
purpose."
Jack, who was lying flat on the ground all this time, handed his pistol
to his friend, and then raised his head carefully and looked round. As
he did so he saw a white flag flying from a rifle barrel some hundreds
of yards away at the edge of the hollow. He at once tied his own
handkerchief to his rifle and waved it. Then he stood up and advanced
to meet the Boer who had first shown the white flag.
"You are surrounded," the latter said, "and so are all your comrades.
Lay down your arms and surrender at once, or we will not be responsible
for your life."
"Surrender!" said Jack in reply. "I shall certainly not do that yet.
You have been firing at me for a good half-hour without touching me.
Let me advise you to clear off, or else you will find yourselves
prisoners long before you take me. The English are close at hand and
will be here soon. You had better get away as quick as you can."
"Ah! we will see to that," the Boer answered calmly. "I will give you
five minutes longer, and if at the end of that time you have not agreed
to surrender I shall give my men orders to shoot you like a dog."
"Very well," said Jack coolly; "but I should advise you to leave me
alone and get away while you can."
The Boer gave an impatient stamp with his foot and turned round
brusquely, while Jack made his way back to his friend.
"They have called upon me to surrender," he said, "and I have refused,
and advised them to clear off whilst they can. They are to give me five
minutes, and if I haven't raised the white flag by then they will
attack."
"Well, what are you going to do?" asked Lord O'Farnel anxiously. "Don't
throw your life away, old boy. Mount your pony and make a dash for it!
I'll take care of myself."
"Oh no, you won't!" exclaimed Jack sharply. "You're hurt, and I'm going
to get you safely back to friends. I've two rifles and plenty of
ammunition. These Boers will have to shoot pretty well to touch us
here, and if they want to get closer they will have to cross the open
ground. If they try that game I think I can promise to stop every one
of them before they reach me. But when it gets dark I suppose the game
will be up. If your leg wasn't broken I'd make a dash for it."
"Why not pack me up now?" asked Farney. "One rifle will be ample for
you, for the magazine holds ten cartridges. Pull the lock out of the
other, and tie my leg to it. I was shown how to make a gun splint by an
army doctor and will put you up to the trick. Now open the lock, old
boy. That's it! Put the butt up under my arm and buckle it there with
my belt. Now tie the leg to the barrel with my handkerchief and
bandolier. That's it! you're a splendid surgeon, Jack. If you tie my
other leg to the damaged one, you can do what you like without hurting
me."
Jack did as he was directed. Placing the butt of the rifle beneath the
arm he secured it there with Farney's belt. Then he made the injured
leg fast to the barrel, and with his own handkerchief and belt lashed
both legs together.
By this time more than five minutes had passed, and bullets had again
begun to patter against the stones. But by dint of lifting a few more
boulders into position Jack succeeded in constructing a few apertures
through which he could see every part of the plain surrounding him. To
reply to the shots directed against him was useless, for there was
nothing but a series of faint puffs of flame to aim at. Still, he
occasionally let off his rifle, to show the enemy that he was on the
alert.
Lying flat on the ground, he crawled from side to side of the fort,
keeping a particularly sharp watch in the direction in which the white
flag had been shown. Suddenly he saw the flag lifted again, but this
time it was waved rapidly to and fro, and then lowered. A moment later
about a dozen dark figures burst from various parts of the ridge
surrounding the hollow, and commenced to run towards him.
Leaning his rifle on a boulder, Jack took a steady aim and fired, the
leader, who still carried the white flag attached to his weapon, falling
forward on his face at once. Then he loaded again and picked off
another of the attackers.
Within a minute he had discharged five more cartridges, his aim proving
true on every occasion, so that as many as four Boers now lay motionless
upon the ground, while three more were limping slowly away.
Then Jack made use of his magazine, and within as many seconds had shot
two more of the Boers who happened to be close together.
The slaughter proved too much for the men who were attacking. At no
time fond of exposing themselves in the open, they had dared it now
knowing that only one rifle was opposed to them. But that rifle in
Jack's hands was a deadly one, and, astonished and dismayed at the
accurate shooting and at the loss they had already suffered, the
remaining Boers turned and fled for their lives, Jack sending a few
parting shots after them.
"They will let us alone for a little while after that," he exclaimed
with a grunt of satisfaction. "Well, in a couple of hours it will be
dark, and if they haven't taken me by then, I shall make a bolt for it.
Will you be ready, Farney?"
"Ready, old chap!" answered Lord O'Farnel with a gay laugh. "Of course
I shall be! I dare say it will hurt a bit, but I don't want to become a
Boer prisoner any more than you do. But how are you going to manage? I
shall be awfully in the way. Why not leave me, and when you have
reached the camp, come back for me with a few others to help you, and a
stretcher?"
Jack glared at his friend.
"Did I not say I was going to get you out of this?" he said brusquely.
"I'm going to do it, and if you say another word I shall think you are
afraid I shall hurt you!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Farney. "Don't get annoyed. 'Pon my word, for a
quiet inoffensive young chap, you are quite the boldest I have ever met.
Have a try at getting me out and you will not hear a groan from me.
But I wish I could help you. It's hateful to have to lie here and never
fire a shot, whilst those fellows are sending showers of bullets at us."
"Very well," replied Jack in a softer tone, "wait till it is dark and we
will get out of this. Half a minute, though. I think I shall be able
to put these Boers off the scent."
Giving a sharp look round to see that a second rush was not being made,
Jack slipped out of the fort, and, opening his knife, commenced cutting
a big armful of grass and weed which grew beneath many of the boulders.
Then, still hidden from the Boers, he hacked at a small tree which stood
near at hand, and crawled back to the fort dragging it after him.
Bundling the reeds and grass into as close compass as possible, he bound
them round with others. Then he cut the branches off the tree and
thrust the slim pole it left up through the centre of his bundle. With
his friend's hat on top his dummy was completed, and a few moments later
he had arranged a heap of stones with which to prop it up.
"There," he said, surveying the reeds with satisfaction, "as soon as it
gets dusk we will put that up. That will make them think I am still
here, and when night really falls I shall lift you as well as I can, get
on Prince, and ride away in the direction in which we were galloping.
If they look for us anywhere, it will be towards the camp, so that by
going the opposite way, and leaving our dummy up, we shall put them
completely off the scent."
"Well, you are a 'cute one!" chuckled Farney. "Put them off the scent!
I should think it would! But you'll find me an awful weight, old chap.
Still, I've no doubt you'll manage it. You've stuck to this business
like a brick, and as you've said you'll get me back to the camp I
believe you'll do it."
It was already late in the afternoon, and the sun had sunk behind the
sharp ridge of the Drakenberg range. But there was still sufficient
light to see across the open ground to the circumference of the hollow,
and since Jack had nothing more to do than to keep a good lookout, he
opened his haversack and made a hearty meal of biscuits and a piece of
cheese. Lord O'Farnel wouldn't touch a mouthful. Poor fellow! though
evidently suffering acute agony from his broken leg, he never allowed so
much as a groan to escape him. But his knitted forehead and the
perspiration on his face showed that he was in pain, which was so severe
that, though he had not touched a morsel since the previous night, he
refused even to nibble a biscuit. But he drank all that remained in his
water-bottle, and seemed much refreshed.
"Now, I think it is about time to stick our dummy up," said Jack, when
it became so dark that the edges of the hollow were indistinct.
Slowly lifting the bundle, he perched it above the rocks, and wedged the
stake between the stones; as he did so, a volley fired from some twenty
rifles, showing that reinforcements had reached the Boers, was
discharged at the figure, and a dozen or more bullets passed through it.
For ten minutes the firing continued and then slackened off, till it
ceased altogether. By this time it was almost pitch dark, so that Jack
determined to set off.
Prince was already on his feet, and having placed him close to a boulder
which he could use as a mounting-block, he went across to Lord O'Farnel,
slung his rifle across his shoulder, grasped his pistol in his right
hand, after having slipped one arm under his friend's legs, and, passing
the other beneath his shoulders, lifted him gently from the ground.
"Put your arms round my neck," he whispered. "Now hold on as tight as
you can."
Stepping across the fort, Jack mounted the boulder and seated himself on
Prince's back.
A touch with his heel sent the pony ahead, and soon they were out in the
open, heading away from the camp.
About five minutes later Jack managed to hook his fingers in the reins
and pull up, for the sound of approaching footsteps fell on his ear.
Then two dusky figures slipped by in the darkness, and having given them
time to pass on, Jack once more set his animal going. When he had
ridden about a mile, and was well clear of the hollow, there was a
sudden burst of firing behind him followed by fierce shouts, changing
almost immediately to angry cries, which reached him distinctly in the
still night air.
"Ah!" he thought, "the Boers have been fairly taken in, and have rushed
the fort, only to find a dummy there. I expect they are mad with rage."
Turning to the left, he now made a wide detour, and about two hours
later rode into Craigside camp, utterly worn out with his exertions.
He was at once greeted with anxious questions as to the safety and
whereabouts of the column with whom he and Lord O'Farnel had ridden.
But his first duty was to his friend, whom he carried towards the
hospital tent. Here he found all the surgeons who were not out on the
elopes of Talana Hill searching for the killed and wounded, hard at work
treating the cases that had been brought in. But they had time to look
to Lord O'Farnel.
"What's happened?" asked one of them, coming out of the tent and helping
Jack to dismount with his burden. "Broken thigh? You've got that
splint put on very nicely. Let us carry him in and look at him."
A minute later Farney was lying on a stretcher, and the splint was being
taken off.
But the poor fellow knew nothing about it. Up to that he had borne the
jolting, as he was being carried in Jack's arms, without a murmur, but
when they reached the camp, his arms, which had been round his friend's
neck, relaxed, and he went off into a dead faint. Jack waited long
enough to see his clothes removed and the limb set. Then he went out of
the tent and strolled back towards the quarters he had occupied on the
previous night, leading Prince with him.
"Hi! Somerton!" someone shouted at this moment, "where are you?"
Jack walked towards the sound, and was met by a young officer carrying a
lantern, and at once recognised him as one he had met in the Hussar mess
on the previous night, and who was pointed out to him as being on the
staff.
"I've been sent after you," the officer said, "to ask what has become of
Moller's horse. You and O'Farnel rode out with them, I know, but none
of them has returned up to this, though we heard firing in their
direction. It begins to look nasty. Do you think they have been
trapped?"
"I should not be at all surprised if they have been," Jack answered.
"O'Farnel and I were cut off and surrounded about a mile beyond the
shoulder of the hill, and the remainder of our fellows rode on still
farther. Towards evening I also heard firing right away behind, and
there was more than one gun at work. I fear they have been taken. The
Boer flight was a ruse. They certainly, bolted from the top of Talana
Hill, but once they reached their friends with the guns they must have
rallied. I know we were surrounded by about twenty of them."
"Then they have been taken," exclaimed the young staff-officer with
conviction. "It's bad luck, and just spoils our victory. It was just
like the plucky beggars to ride on when they must have known that hosts
of Boers were near them. But how did you manage to get away, Somerton?
Our friends didn't let you go, I'm sure, and twenty to two, and one of
those two wounded, is precious long odds to fight against."
"Oh, they did their best to bag us!" answered Jack quietly. "But we
played their own particular game. O'Farnel was knocked over and badly
hurt, so I stopped to help him. Then, when the Boers began to fire, I
dragged him behind the stones, built up a kind of fort round us, and
banged at them in return. They told me to surrender, and I advised them
to clear off. Then they made a rush, but that didn't help them, for I
was able to bowl several of them over long before they reached the fort.
After that they got under cover again, and as soon as it was dark we
slipped away, leaving a dummy stuck up on a stick to make them believe
we were there. They made a splendid rush in the dark and captured it,
and weren't they wild when they found we had gone!"
"By Jove! do you mean to say you kept a lot of them at bay, and got
clean away, bringing a badly-injured man with you?" exclaimed the
officer. "Well, you're a plucky beggar, and I shall tell our general.
By the way, have you heard that poor General Symons was badly hit, and
is now in hospital?"
"I haven't heard anything," Jack answered. "Tell me how many men we
have lost."
"Ah, it's a big list!" answered the staff-officer with a sigh. "Ten
officers killed and 22 wounded; 30 men killed and 150 wounded. It's a
big bill to pay for our success, but I suppose no bigger than one might
have expected. I dare say there will be one or two more to add to it
when the search parties have come in. They have been out a long time
now, and the Boer prisoners we took are helping like bricks. They can
fight, can those fellows, and our engagement to-day will teach both
sides a lesson. We shall respect them more, and follow their tactics of
taking cover; while they will have learnt that Rooineks are lads filled
with any amount of pluck. By Jove! it was grand to see the way in which
the 60th and the Irishmen went up that hill. They have covered
themselves with glory, and to-morrow the whole world will be singing
their praises."
"Yes, they are fine fellows," agreed Jack. "I thought it hardly
possible that men could advance in the teeth of such a storm of bullets.
But tell me what losses the Boers suffered, and what our movements are
likely to be after this."
"The Boers lost heavily. They must have done so," answered the officer;
"but exactly how many were killed and wounded it is impossible to state.
They make it a rule to carry as many as they can away with them, and
the list will never be published. Even in Pretoria they will never
know. As to our future movements, I believe we shall retire on
Ladysmith very shortly. In fact I expect it will be as much as we can
do to get there at all. Even now our communications may have been cut,
and we shall have to fight our way through. When we reach the base camp
I hear we shall make a stand and entrench ourselves. If you are anxious
to be cooped up there for a few weeks you had better join some of the
Natal volunteers. If not, I advise you to get away as quickly as you
can. Well, good-night, Somerton! I'm glad you showed your metal and
brought O'Farnel out."
"Good-night!" answered Jack, and then walked across to the tent, and
having tethered his pony and brought him some water, snatched a meagre
repast and lay down to sleep. Early next morning he went to see how
O'Farnel was getting on.
As he reached the tent the surgeon in charge of the hospital emerged,
and, recognising him, shook him cordially by the hand.
"My dear fellow," he said enthusiastically, "O'Farnel has told us all
about your gallant action. Let me congratulate you. It was splendid,
and you have shown our enemies what one plucky youngster can do against
a crowd of them. Your friend is doing nicely, and I fancy is longing to
see you. He's at the end. Take care not to lean upon the stretcher or
you may disturb the splints."
Jack thanked the surgeon for his congratulations, modestly disclaiming
any praise for what he had done. Then he lifted the flap of the tent
and entered.
"Hallo, Jack!" Farney sang out cheerfully from the farther end; "come
here, my preserver, and let me thank you."
"Oh, never mind that, Farney!" Jack replied shortly. "Tell me how you
feel."
"But I do mind, old chap!" persisted O'Farnel earnestly. "Jack, you are
a real plucky fellow, and if you did not exactly save my life, you
certainly kept me from becoming a Boer prisoner. It was fine the way
you kept all those fellows away from our fort, and it was noble of you
to stick by me. There, I know you don't like my saying anything about
it. Shake hands, old boy; but you'll not forget that Farney is deeply
in your debt, and will not be happy till he has repaid you.
"Now, I hear our fellows are about to retire. That means we shall be
left here under the red-cross flag. What will you do? Go with them, I
suppose?"
"Yes; I think I shall slip away now," replied Jack. "They tell me all
the troops are likely to be shut up in Ladysmith, and as I promised to
go to Kimberley, I shall set out at once. Good-bye, Farney! You'll get
on well, I hope, and soon be about again."
The two bade one another farewell, and, issuing from the tent, Jack
returned to his own quarters and saddled up his ponies. Late that
evening he arrived once more at Ladysmith, and took up his quarters at
the hotel. Here he learnt that another big battle had been fought
during that afternoon at Elandslaagte, and that a large number had
fallen on both sides. Tired though he was, he at once rode back along
the road to Dundee, and arrived at the scene of the day's battle after
covering some fifteen miles.
Then he joined a search-party, and all that night and on into the
following morning he helped to bring in the poor fellows who had been
wounded. Boers and British were picked up just as they were found, and
treated with equal kindness. And all the while, as the searchers toiled
amongst the boulders on the hill, thunder roared above them, and forked
lightning lit up the scene, while a bitterly cold rain fell in torrents,
soaking everyone to the skin, and increasing the troubles of the
wounded.
The battle of Elandslaagte proved to have been almost similar to that of
Talana Mill, and as stubbornly fought. Commencing as a mere
reconnaissance under General French, it had developed into a pitched
battle. As usual the Boers were hidden amongst the boulders of a huge
kopje with two guns at the summit; and up the slopes of this, with shell
from our own batteries pounding overhead, and a hail of bullets pouring
down at them, the Manchesters, the Devons, and the Gordon Highlanders,
assisted by the Imperial Light Horse, rushed with dauntless courage,
capturing the position, and bayoneting those of the Boers who had not
fled. Many of the enemy were thrust through and through by the lances
of our troopers and by the sabres of the 5th Dragoon Guards, for our men
were not likely to spare anyone when just before they had seen many of
their own comrades shot down on the side of the kopje by a party of
Boers bearing the white flag.
And all the time, while shells were screaming, and bursting to form a
huge red blotch against the dark hillside, while men were gallantly
forcing their way up to the summit, and others were shooting them down,
a violent storm was raging, and sheets of water were almost hiding the
combatants from one another.
And now, as Jack helped to find the killed and wounded, the thunder of
the guns and the rattle of the rifles had ceased for good, and only
fierce gusts of ice-cold wind and rain whistled across the ground and
moaned and shrieked mournfully round the boulders. Late on the
following day the list of killed and wounded was complete, and on our
side included 4 officers killed and 31 wounded; a total which, with
direct evidence from prisoners, went far to prove that the Boers
purposely picked off our gallant leaders. Of rank and file we lost 37
killed and 175 wounded; while on the enemy's side numbers were again
uncertain, though more than 100 dead bodies were found, and amongst
these that of their commanding officer. Many prisoners were taken, and
one of them proved to be Colonel Schiel, an ex-German officer who had
trained the Transvaal artillerists in the use of cannon.
Two days after the battle of Elandslaagte, Jack was back at Ladysmith,
and having rested his ponies, he managed to secure places in a railway
truck for them, and was rapidly conveyed to Durban. Here he engaged a
passage in a steamer sailing in less than a week for Port Elizabeth,
and, having stabled his ponies, took the train back to 'Maritzburg,
where he called upon the Hunters, and took up his quarters with them for
the short time which intervened before the ship was to sail.
Later on, full particulars from northern Natal reached him, and he
learned with a thrill of pride that despite the numbers of the enemy who
were endeavouring to cut off the troops at Glencoe, the latter had
retired, under the leadership of General Yule, to Ladysmith, making use
of the Helpmakaar road. It had been a dangerous and exceedingly trying
march, and to make it possible all the wounded, including the gallant
General Symons, who subsequently succumbed to his injury, had been left
behind under the red-cross flag and in charge of our own army surgeons.
And the Boers had shown that flag all due respect, and had indeed been
most kind and humane to all our poor fellows.
To aid the retirement, General White had marched from Ladysmith and had
fought an engagement at Reitfontein. Once the forces had joined hands
they fell back on Ladysmith. A series of fiercely--contested
engagements was then fought out, the British troops slowly retiring upon
their camp before the advancing hordes of Boers. An unfortunate
accident during this retirement resulted in the capture, after a gallant
stand, of some thousand of our brave fellows. They lost their way in
the dark, and the mules stampeded with their guns. Still, they occupied
Nicholson's Nek and fought to the bitter end, when, their ammunition
having failed, they were compelled to surrender. On our side many were
killed and wounded, and on the enemy's, the losses were reported to have
been exceptionally severe. But the Boers pressed on, and at length,
after a few days of skirmishing and fighting, closely invested
Ladysmith, and then marched on as far as Colenso and the River Tugela.
Then for days and days little was heard of the besieged garrison, save
that they were continually bombarded by heavy guns, fired some five
miles away, and to which the naval twelve-pounders and 4.7-inch guns
replied, the latter having arrived with a naval brigade 500 strong just
in the nick of time.
Once the Boers attempted an assault, during which they lost heavily.
They were repulsed, and from that date, for many long weeks, they kept
up a desultory bombardment, but never returned to the assault. And
inside the camp the troops played football and polo, now and again
varying the monotony of the siege by a gallant sortie, in which they
destroyed more than one of the enemy's guns. And thus we will leave
them for a time, boldly holding their own, while we return to Jack
Somerton.