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´╗┐Title: A Dash from Diamond City
Author: Fenn, George Manville, 1831-1909
Language: English
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A Dash from Diamond City, by George Manville Fenn.


The setting is South Africa, during the Boer war.  Two young men are
sent from Mafeking with important despatches which they have to get back
to the General at Kimberley, travelling through Boer-occupied country,
and meeting with many mishaps.  Just before they finally arrive they are
both severely wounded, and are unconscious for a fortnight.  Luckily the
despatches, which had been sewn into a jacket, now filthy and
blood-stained, are still to be found, though there had been the idea
that the jacket would most probably have been thrown away, as it wasn't
at first anywhere to be found.

There are other threads in the story, for instance there's one about
illicit-diamond-dealing, and of course we meet Boers and Kaffirs, as
well as English people.

There is the usual well-written sequence of tense moments we get from
this author.  A good read, and a nice audiobook if you prefer that.




Tick, _tap, tap_--_tap, ticker_--_ticker--tapper_--_tapper_;
_tick_--_teck, tacker--tap_ went a typewriting machine, and
_scratch_--_scratch_ went two pens, in one of the minor offices
connected with that vast wealth-producing industry known as the De Beers
Diamond-Mines, where, seated at desk and table, three young men were
hard at work, one manipulating the typewriter, one writing a letter, and
the third making entries in a fat leather-covered book with broad bands
and a big letter distinguishing it upon the back.

The words: "minor office in a diamond-mine," naturally suggest wealth,
Turkey carpets, french-polished furniture, and plate-glass; but the
office in question was an example of simplicity, for its walls were mud
and its roof corrugated-iron, while the roughness of the interior was
only slightly softened down by a lining of what a carpenter calls
matchboarding.  In spite of its vast wealth, Kimberley is still little
better than a moving camp, and holds out few prospects of ever becoming
a magnificent town.

The interior of that newly-created office, allowing for the tapping of
the typewriter and the scratching of the pens, was very quiet; but
with trampling feet and the distant whirr and rattle of machinery, till
a clock began striking, followed by the clangour of a bell, and then all
was changed.

"Time!" shouted the manipulator of the typewriter, springing from his
stool to stretch his wiry six feet of length, at the same time spoiling
a keen, manly face by distorting it with a yawn.  The clerk who had been
bending over the thick account-book ceased making entries, applied the
blotting-paper, and closed the book with a bang, to turn round and
display a pink-and-white, fat, smooth face, disfigured by nearly white
eyebrows and lashes and curly whitey-brown hair.  As he stood up he
yawned and wrinkled his fat face a good deal; but the wrinkles died down
into a smile which gave him a meek and mild appearance, the said smile
being doubled directly after by his taking a little round shaving-glass
out of his desk, propping it up by means of a contrivance behind, and
then, by the help of a pocket-comb, proceeding to rearrange his hair,
which, from the resistance offered, appeared to be full of knots and

The last to leave his desk was a manly-looking young fellow who appeared
to be twenty, but who possessed documentary evidence that he was only
eighteen.  He neither stretched nor yawned, but drew himself up with a
sigh of relief, and, after carefully locking up the letters he had
written, he turned to the typist.

"Going out, Ingleborough?" he said.

"Yes; I shan't be long.  I must go on to the compound.  Back in--"

"Five minutes?" dashed in his questioner.

"No; that I shan't," said the young man smartly; "but I will not exceed
fifteen.  Get out my rifle and belts, West."

"All right," was the reply, and as the door closed the young clerk
crossed to a plain deal cupboard in the corner of the office, threw open
the broad door, and revealed an arms-rack with some twenty of the
newest-pattern rifles standing ready for use, and bayonets and
bandoliers to match each breech-loading piece.

A peculiarly innocent baby-like look came over his companion's face as
he opened his desk and took out a little flat oblong mahogany case and
said softly:

"Going to play at soldiers again?  Only to think of Oliver West,
Esquire, learning to shoulder arms and right-about face when a
drill-sergeant barks at him."

"Look here, Anson," cried the young fellow warmly; "is that meant for a

"Me sneer?" protested the plump-looking cherubic clerk.  "Oh dear, no!
I never indulge in sneers, and I never quarrel, and I never fight."

"Humph!" ejaculated the rifle-bearer.

"I only think it's all braggadocio nonsense for a lot of fellows to go
wasting time drilling and volunteering when they might acquire such an
accomplishment as this."

As the speaker addressed his warlike companion he tapped the lid of his
case, opened it, and revealed three joints of a flute lying snugly in
purple-velvet fittings, and, taking them out, he proceeded to lick the
ends all round in a tomcat sort of way, and screwed them together,
evidently with a great deal of satisfaction to himself, for he smiled

"Bah!  It's a deal more creditable to be prepared to defend the place
against the Boers.  Better join us, Anson."

"Me?  No, thank you, unless you start a band and make me bandmaster."

"We shall want no music," said West, laughing.  "The Boers will give us
plenty of that with their guns."

"Nonsense!  It's all fudge," said the flautist, smiling.  "There'll be
no fighting, and even if there were I'm not going to shoulder a rifle.
I should be afraid to let it off."

"You?" cried West, staring into the smooth, plump face.  "Why, you once
told me you were a first-rate shot."

"Did I?  Well, it was only my fun," said the clerk, placing his flute to
his lips and beginning to run dumb scales up and down, skilfully enough
as to the fingering, but he did not produce a sound.

"I say, don't you begin to blow!" cried West, looking rather
contemptuously at the musician and forcing himself to restrain a laugh
at the grotesque round face with the eyes screwed-up into narrow slits.

"Oh, no one will come here now," was the reply.  "I get so little
practice.  I shall blow gently."  Directly afterwards he began to run up
and down, playing through some exercise with which he was familiar
extremely softly; and then by way of a change he began what is
technically known as "double-tonguing."

This was too much for Oliver West.  He had stood rubbing first one rifle
and then the other with a slightly-oiled rag to get rid of specks of
rust or dust, every now and then stealing a glance at the absurdly
screwed-up face, feeling the while that a good hearty laugh would do him
good, but determined to maintain his composure so as not to hurt the
performer's feelings.  But the double-tonguing was too much.

_Tootle-too, tootle-too, tootle, tootle-too_ went the performer, running
up the gamut till he reached the octave and was about to run down again,
but he stopped short, lowered his instrument, and turned from a warm
pink to a deep purply crimson, for West suddenly burst out into a
half-hysterical roar of laughter, one which he vainly strove to check.

"I--I--I--I beg your pardon," he cried at last.

"Thank you," snorted out Anson; "but I don't see anything to laugh at."

"I couldn't help it, Anson.  You did look so--so comic.  Such a face!"

"Did I?" cried the musician angrily.  "Such a face, indeed!  You should
see your own.  Your grin looked idiotic: half-way between a bushman and
a baboon."

"Thank you," said West, calming down at once, and feeling nettled in

"Oh, you're quite welcome," said Anson sarcastically.  "I have heard
about casting pearls before swine; but I never saw the truth of the
saying before."

"Thank you again," said West, frowning.  "But if I were you I would not
waste any more of my pearls in such company."

"I do not mean to," said Anson, with his eyes glittering.

He got no farther, though he was prepared to say something crushing, for
the door was flung open and their fellow-clerk came back quickly.

"Hullo!" he cried, "flute and hautboy.  I say, Sim, put that thing away
and don't bring it here, or I shall have an accident with it some day.
You ought to have stopped him, Noll.  But come out, both of you.
There's some fun in the compound.  They're going to thoroughly search
half-a-dozen Kaffirs, and I thought you'd like to see."

"Been stealing diamonds?" cried Anson excitedly.

"Suspected," replied Ingleborough.

"I'll come too," said Anson, and he began to rapidly unscrew his flute,
but so hurriedly that in place of separating the top joint from the next
he pulled it open at the tuning-slide, changed colour, and swung himself
round so as to turn his back to his companions, keeping in that position
till his instrument was properly separated and replaced in its case,
whose lid he closed, and then turned the key.

"I'm ready," he cried, facing round and buttoning his jacket over the
little mahogany case.

"Do you take that shepherd's pipe to bed with you?" said Ingleborough

"Generally," replied the fat-looking clerk innocently.  "You see, it's
so nice when one wakes early, and I have learned to blow so softly now
that I can often get an hour's practice before I have my morning's

"How delightful for the other boarders!  You're at Dick Tomlin's house,
aren't you?"

"Yes," said Anson.

"Have they any room for another boarder, Sim?"

"I--I really don't know, but I'll ask, if you like, this evening."

"No, no; don't, please," cried Ingleborough.  "Perhaps it might be too
strong for me.  I ought to go through a course of bagpipes first."

Anson had fastened two buttons of his jacket so as to hold the
flute-case from slipping, and now he fastened another button, smiling
pleasantly the while.

"That's meant for a joke," he said.

"Quite right," cried Ingleborough abruptly.  "Come along."

He stepped out, closely followed by West, and Anson called after them:
"With you directly," as the door swung to.

"Don't do that again," whispered West.


"Say anything to chaff old Anson.  Did you see how he behaved?"

"I saw him smile like a Chinese mandarin ornament.  That's all."

"I saw him smile and look smooth; but he can't bear a joke.  His hands
were all of a tremble as he buttoned up his jacket, and there was a
peculiar look in his eye.  It's not good policy to make enemies."

"Nonsense!  He's a poor slack-baked animal.  I wonder they ever had him

West glanced back; but Anson had not yet left the office.

"Relative of one of the directors," said West quickly; "and I've noticed
several things lately to make me think he does not like us."

"Oh, if you come to that," said Ingleborough, "so have I.  That's quite
natural, for we don't like him.  One can't; he's so smooth and soft.
But why doesn't he come?  I'll just give him a minute after we get up to
the compound gate, and if he is not there then he'll have to stay

"Here he comes," cried West, and the next minute their fellow-clerk
joined them, just as they got up to a gate in the high fence of the
enclosure where the Kaffir workers about the diamond-mines were kept to
all intents prisoners till they had served the time for which they had

"Haven't kept you two waiting, have I?" said Anson, with a pleasant
smile directed at both.

"No, no, all right," replied West, and directly after they were admitted
to the compound, just in time to find that half-a-dozen of the stalwart
Kaffir workers were standing perfectly nude awaiting the examination
about to be made by some of the officers--an examination which they
seemed to look upon as a joke, for they laughed and chatted together.

"Looking as innocent as old Anson, only not so white," whispered
Ingleborough.  "But we shall see."



The examination of the men was not a pleasant duty, but it was carried
out in the most matter-of-fact way by a couple of experienced white men,
who began at once.

"Now, you," cried the one who seemed to be the head; "this way."

The big black spoken to stepped forward at once, smiling
good-temperedly, and stopped by a heavy wooden stool, upon which he
planted a foot, and in obedience to orders separated his toes in turn to
show that he had no diamonds hidden between them.  Then he was seized by
the searchers, the first holding the black's head on one side while his
companion took hold of the lobe of the right ear and twisted it about,
ending by thrusting in a small wooden scoop and afterwards turning it to
act as a sound.

"Don't seem to have a diamond in there," said Anson, smiling and looking
very innocent, but deeply interested.  "Turn him over."

But the searchers had not waited for Anson's words, and were already
turning the black's head over, the man yielding himself to every push
and thrust, smiling good-humouredly the while, though the treatment was
decidedly rough.

"Nothing in the other ear," said Anson, smiling at West.  "Shouldn't
wonder if he's got ever so many tucked in his cheeks, like a monkey
pouches nuts."

This time it seemed as if the same idea had struck the searchers, for
the black was ordered to open his mouth, and a big coarse finger was
thrust in, and the interior of the mouth was carefully explored, without

"Here, I know," whispered Anson, rubbing his hands together.  "Oh, the
artfulness of the beggar!"

"Where are they, then, old Double-cunning?" cried Ingleborough

"Stuck with gum in amongst his woolly hair--I say, isn't it fun?"

"Rather disgusting," replied West.  "I shouldn't like the job."

"Oh, I don't know," said Anson; "it sets me thinking, and it's
interesting.  Hah!  I was right."

He stood rubbing his hands together in his childish enjoyment, while one
of the searchers carefully passed his hands all over the black's head,
but found no small diamonds tangled up amongst the curly little knots of

"Well, I did think he'd got some there," continued Anson.--"Oh, of
course!  One might have guessed it before."

This was upon the black's head being forced back a trifle, while a pinch
of snuff was blown through a pea-shooter right into the prisoner's nose,
making him sneeze violently.

But still no diamonds made their appearance, and after a little further
search the man was set at liberty, giving place to another supposed

This man came up smiling and confident, opening his mouth wide, to
display its state of innocency and a magnificent set of teeth at the
same time.

"Take care! he bites," said Ingleborough banteringly; and Anson, who had
pressed to the front, started back in horror, to be greeted with a burst
of laughter.

"How fond you are of a joke!" he cried, smoothing his face.

At the same moment one of the searchers sent a puff of snuff in the
black's face, with the result that he was seized with a violent burst of
coughing and sneezing.

"Two--three--four!" cried Anson excitedly, and, springing forward, he
picked up three of the diamonds ejected by the black, who, after a
little further search, yielded up a couple of very small stones from one
ear, and was marched off for punishment.

"I do like this!" said Anson, rubbing his hands together.  "What brutes
of thieves they are!"

"Yes, you ought to take to searching," said West, smiling.  "You'd make
a capital detective."

"Think so?" said the young man, growing serious directly.  "You're not
chaffing me, are you?"

"Chaffing?  Not at all!  I mean it," replied West.

"Well, do you know," said Anson, in a confidential way, "I don't think I
should make a bad one.  I know I should like it better than the work I
do now.  But look what a big strong fellow this one is.  I wonder
whether he has any."

"Half-a-dozen, I daresay," said West, looking curiously at another
stalwart black, who came forward slowly and unwillingly to take the
place of the second man, set aside for punishment.

"N-n-no," said Anson thoughtfully.  "I don't think this one has any."

"Why?" asked West.

"I can't say," replied Anson dreamily.  "I only know that I don't think
he has any."  And, as it happened, the most rigid examination failed to
discover any of the gems.  But, all the same, the culprit was set aside
for punishment, two of the watchers present at the examination declaring
that they had seen him put his hand to his mouth and swallow something.

The next man, upon being summoned to the stool, came up boldly and
displayed a child-like eagerness to prove his innocence, opening his
mouth widely and passing his fore-fingers round between gums and cheeks,
thrusting his little fingers into his ears, and then bending down and
going through the motion of one washing his head.

But he did not wash any gems out of his shock of little nubbly curls.

"No got no dymons, boss," he cried.  "Me go now, boss?"

"No," said the chief searcher sharply.  "Clap that foot of yours upon
the stool."

The black stared at him hard and shook his head.

"Do you hear?" cried the searcher.  "Clap that right foot upon the

The black stared at him vacantly, shook his head again, and turned to
the second searcher, who translated the order into the man's own tongue.

At this the black smiled and nodded.  Then, turning to the chief
searcher, he placed his bare left foot upon the stool.

"No, no: the other," cried the stern official, pointing to the right
foot, and the order was emphasised by his assistant.

Once more the black looked intelligent, placed both his feet upon the
ground, changed them several times by shuffling them about, and once
more placed his left foot upon the stool.

Anson chuckled with delight, and turned to West.

But this act on the part of the black was too much for the chief
searcher's composure.

"Up with the black scoundrel's foot!" he roared, and his assistant
seized the black's ankle, and gave it such a vigorous hoist that the
man's equilibrium was upset, so that, though the foot was planted firmly
on the stool, he fell over backwards, leaving his support upon the
stool, where it was probed by the searchers, who were not at all
surprised to find a large stone hidden between the little and the next

"There's a blackguard!" cried Anson excitedly, turning to his
companions.  "He ought to be well flogged, and no mistake.  Well, I

The last words were uttered in disgust at the man's behaviour, for he
burst into a hearty laugh as if thoroughly enjoying the discovery,
professing at the same time to be utterly astonished.

"How come there?" he cried.  "'Tick 'tween um toe--so."

He illustrated "so" by stamping his foot down over and over again and
raising it up, the last time cleverly picking an ordinary pebble from
the ground with his toes, and holding it out as easily as if he had used
his fingers and thumb.

But his action had no effect upon those around, who were well used to
the Kaffirs' tricks, and received everything with the grimmest of looks
as they passed their prisoner along for punishment, and finally ordered
forward the last man.  This prisoner took West's attention from the
first, for he was a well-built, keenly intelligent-looking fellow, who
seemed quite awake to his position and behaved throughout with a calm
air of conscious innocence.

It struck West, too, that the Kaffir kept on gazing very hard at Anson,
as if attracted by his gently-smiling, innocent-looking face, and as if
he were silently pleading to the most amiable-looking personage of the
party to intercede for him and save him from punishment.

Anson, however, did not appear to notice the man's eager looks, being
too much interested in the search for illicitly-acquired stones, and
eagerly watching every phase of the proceedings, his eyes sparkling and
cheeks flushed with pink at every fresh discovery, while he rubbed his
hands and looked from one to the other with all the pleasure of some
big, fat, stupid child.

"Now then," cried the chief searcher roughly; "come along."

The Kaffir quietly submitted to the rough handling he experienced in
being forced up to the stool, and, anticipating the order, he opened his
mouth; but the under-searcher roughly told him to "shut up," and he
closed his fine white teeth with an audible snap, while the search was
commenced at his feet, the toes being carefully examined without result.

Then his closely-knotted hair, which looked as if it would have made, if
he were scalped, good trimmings of astrachan wool for the collar and
cuffs of an English gentleman's overcoat, was carefully searched by
well-trained fingers; the ears were probed and inspected; nostrils
searched and given a final wring between thumb and finger as if he were
being insulted in old-fashioned style by pulling his nose; and lastly,
his cheeks were felt outside and in, and the searchers, who looked
puzzled, made the black kneel down and remain for some time in that
position, with his mouth wide open and head thrown back so that the sun
shone right into his great mouth.

"He's all right!" said Anson enthusiastically.  "You've got the wrong
pig by the ear this time.  I thought this fellow looked honest."

The Kaffir darted a grateful look at the speaker, which told plainly
enough that he comprehended the words, and Anson replied with a smile.

"Ah, you ought to be on this job, Mr Anson," said the chief searcher
sarcastically.  "You'd be invaluable here."

Anson laughed good-humouredly.

"You're bantering," he said; "I know.  But I should like it, and I fancy
I could find the diamonds quickly enough if a man had hidden any."

"Find them then now," said the man who had spoken.  "Come on."

There was a general laugh here, in which Anson joined.

"Nay," he said good-humouredly; "get another subject who has some
hidden.  That chap has none, unless he has swallowed some."

"What would you do then, squire?" said the man.  "Shoot him, and make a
_post-mortem_ exam?"

"Ugh! horrid!" cried Anson, with a look of the most intense disgust.
"But I say, I mean it.  Fetch another chap, and let me examine him.  I
should like to, really."

"Why don't you search this one?" said Ingleborough contemptuously, and
West laughed.

Anson winced and turned upon them half-angrily.  But he changed his
manner before he had finished speaking, and his face broke up into a
broad smile.

"Because I don't want to be laughed at by you chaps and called a fool,"
he said.  "I'm not stupid enough as it is to believe he has any diamonds

"Well, I am," said Ingleborough coolly.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Anson mockingly.  "You go on with the search then,
and find them."

"There is no need," said Ingleborough coldly; "those two know what
they're about."

He was wrong in saying "two," for the under-searcher now continued the
examination, and Anson's eyes were screwed-up and twinkled again upon
seeing the man give up at the end of another two minutes and shrug his

"No go," he said, turning to his companion.  "Someone has been too
clever here."

"Look again," said his chief.

"No: I shan't look any more.  I've done."

West's eyes were resting upon the Kaffir, and he saw the man draw in a
deep slow breath which made his broad chest expand, retaining the air
for a minute and then slowly ejecting it.

"Ah! you'll never make a first-class searcher, Jem," said the head man.

"I never did profess to be so smart as you are," retorted the other

"No, Jemmy, you never did," said his chief; "but you ought to have found
something here."

"Why, you don't think he has any about him, do you?" cried the man, who
was staggered by his chief's cool, confident way of speaking.

"Yes, I do," said the chief, "and so does Mr Ingleborough there.  Don't
you, sir?"

Ingleborough nodded shortly, and West saw the Kaffir's eyes flash, while
when he turned to Anson he saw that his fellow-clerk's face looked cold
and hard.

But Anson's aspect changed the next moment, as soon as he saw he was
observed, and he said, with a broad grin: "Wish I was a betting man: I
could easily win half-a-crown or two over this."

But it struck West that there was a ring of insincerity in the tone of
his voice, and the hard look began to come like a grey shadow over his
fat pink cheeks as he saw the chief searcher go closer up to the Kaffir,
bring his hands down heavily upon the man's shoulders, and stand facing
him and looking him full in the eyes.

There was utter silence now.  The Kaffir stood for a moment firmly
gazing back into his white holder's eyes; but it manifestly required a
strong effort, and West felt sure that he saw a quiver like a shadow of
dread run down the black, making his knees slightly shake.

The whole thing was momentary, and the looker-on could not feel sure.
Then the searcher spoke.

"You're a clever one," he said, with a harsh laugh, "and you don't mind
hurting yourself to do a bit of the illicit.  Turn round."

He gave the Kaffir a sharp thrust with one hand, a pull with the other,
and the man stood with his back to the lookers-on.



What followed was performed with the quick dexterity of a clever
surgeon, the searcher bending down, grasping the great firm muscles of
the Kaffir's right leg about mid-way between hip and knee, and pressing
hard with his two thumbs, when to the surprise of West a small
perpendicular slit opened and a good-sized diamond was forced out, to
fall upon the ground and be received by the under-searcher, while the
wound closed up again with all the elasticity of a cut made in a piece
of indiarubber.

"Bravo!" cried West, and then he held his breath as he saw the clever
manipulation performed upon the Kaffir's other leg, a second diamond
being forced out of the man's elastic muscle, to be secured in turn.

"That will do," said the chief searcher, after a quick glance down the
Kaffir's arms, the man scowling and looking depressed as he was marched

"Almost a pity you didn't back your opinion heavily, Mr Anson, eh?"
added the official.

"Well, I am deceived," said Anson, wrinkling up his forehead.  "Who'd
ever have thought of that?"

"The Kaffirs, seemingly," said Ingleborough coolly? and he smiled in
Anson's disconsolate face.

"But it's wicked," cried Anson, "downright wicked for a man to cut
himself like that for the sake of a bit of glittering glass.  I say,
mustn't it hurt very much?"

"Can't say," said West merrily.  "Try!"

"What, me?" cried Anson, looking startled and involuntarily thrusting
his hands down to touch the parts in question.  "Oh no!  It's horrible
what people will do for the sake of gain."

"Quite sure you wouldn't like to try, Mr Anson?" said the searcher.
"I'll do it for you if you like.  Only wants a very sharp knife and a
good hard pinch to numb the muscle; then it's done in a few minutes--one
good cut, the stone pressed in, and the cold surface makes the skin

Anson's face seemed to curdle up, and two creases formed, one round each
corner of his mouth, as if putting it between parentheses, as he shook
his head.

"Look here," he said, "what's the good of bantering so?  Are you going
to search any more men?"

"No," said the official; "that's the lot."

"But are you going to punish them?"

"Oh yes!  They'll have to take their dose for it, sir; you may be sure
of that.  We're going to be more and more severe over this

"Are you?" said Anson innocently.

"We just are.  It'll be a shooting matter soon if it can't be stopped

"How horrid!" said Anson.  "But I say, these men don't deal illicitly,
do they?"

"They wouldn't if a set of scoundrels did not set them on to steal, so
that they could buy of the poor ignorant savages, giving them shillings
for what they sell for pounds."

"How sad it seems!" said Anson thoughtfully.

"And how innocent you seem!" said West, laughing.

"Yes, it's charming," cried Ingleborough.  "Why, you know all about it."

"I?" cried Anson.  "Oh, of course I know something about it.  I've heard
of the illicit-diamond-dealing, and read about it; but it has all gone
in at one ear and out at the other.  You see, I devote so much time to
music.  That and my work at the office keep me from taking much notice
of other things.  Politics, for instance, and the rumours of war.  Do
you think it at all likely that there will be any fighting, West?"

"I can't say," was the reply; "but we're going to be perfectly ready for
the Boers in case there is, and it's quite time we were off,
Ingleborough, if we intend to answer at the roll-call."

"Hah!  Yes," cried the young man addressed.  "Better come with us,

The latter shook his head, and his companions separated from him at the

"Better come," said Ingleborough again.  "Join, and then you'll be on
the spot if we do form a band."

"Oh no!" said Anson, smiling.  "You make up your minds at headquarters
to form a band, and then, if you like, I'll come and train it."

"He's a rum fellow," said West, as the two young men fell into step.

"Ah," said Ingleborough roughly, "I am afraid Master Anson's more R.
than F."

"More R. than F?" said West questioningly.

"If you must have it in plain English, more rogue than fool."

"Well, I fancy he isn't quite so simple as he pretends to be."

"Bah!  I'm not a quarrelsome fellow, but I always feel as if I must kick
him.  He aggravates me."

"Nice soft sort of a fellow to kick," said West, laughing.

"Ugh!" ejaculated Ingleborough, and his foot flew out suddenly as if
aimed at the person of whom they spoke.  "Don't know anything about
diamonds!  What things people will do for the sake of a bit of
glittering glass!  Look here, West, for all his talk I wouldn't trust
him with a consignment of stones any farther than I could see him."

"Don't be prejudiced!" said West.  "You don't like him, and so you can
only see his bad side."

"And that's all round," replied Ingleborough laughing.  "No; I don't
like him.  I never do like a fellow who is an unnatural sort of a prig.
He can't help being fat and pink and smooth, but he can help his
smiling, sneaky manner.  I do like a fellow to be manly.  Hang him!  Put
him in petticoats, with long hair and a bonnet, he'd look like
somebody's cook.  But if I had an establishment and he was mine, I
should be afraid he'd put something unpleasant into my soup."

"Never mind about old Anson," said West merrily, "but look here.  What
about that illicit-diamond-buying?  Do you think that there's much of it
taking place?"

"Much?" cried his companion.  "It is tremendous.  The company's losing
hundreds of thousands of pounds yearly."


"It's a fact," said Ingleborough earnestly; "and no end of people are
hard at work buying stolen diamonds, in spite of the constant sharp
look-out kept by the police."

"But I should have thought that the licences and the strict supervision
would have checked the greater part of it."

"Then you'd have thought wrong, my boy.  I wish it did, for as we are
going on now it makes everyone suspicious and on the look-out.  I
declare that for months past I never meet any of our people without
fancying they suspect me of buying and selling diamonds on the sly."

"And that makes you suspicious too," said West quietly.

Ingleborough turned upon him sharply, and looked him through and

"What made you say that?" he said at last.

"Previous conversation," replied West.

"Humph!  Well, perhaps so."



The Diamond-Fields Horse had drilled one evening till they were tired,
and after it was all over, including a fair amount of firing, the smell
of blank cartridges began to give way to the more pleasant odour of
tobacco smoke, the officers lighting their cigars, and the privates
filling up their pipes to incense the crisp evening air.

"I'm about tired of this game," said one of a group who were chatting
together; "there's too much hard work about it."

"Yes," said another.  "Someone told me it was playing at soldiers.  I
don't see where the play comes."

"Look at the honour of it," said another.  "We shall be defending the
town directly from an attack by the Boers."

There was a burst of laughter at this, and when it ended the first
speaker broke out contemptuously with: "The Boers!  We shall have to
wait a longtime before they attack us."

"I don't know so much about that," said the man who had spoken of the
attack.  "I believe they mean mischief."

"Bosh!" came in chorus.

"Ah, you may laugh, but they've got Majuba Hill on the brain.  The
idiots think they fought and thrashed the whole British Army instead of
a few hundred men.  Here, Ingleborough, you heard what was said?"

The young man addressed left off chatting with West and nodded.

"You went to Pretoria with the superintendent of police about that
diamond case, and you were there a couple of months."

"Yes," said Ingleborough.  "What of that?"

"Why, you must have seen a good deal of the Boers then!"

"Of course I did."

"Well, what do you say?  Will they fight if it comes to a row?"

"Certainly they will!" replied Ingleborough.

There was a derisive laugh at his words, and West flushed a little on
hearing it, as the volunteers gathered round.

"Bah!  It's all bluff!" cried a voice.  "They know that by holding out
they can get what they want.  They'd cave in directly if we showed a
bold front."

"Moral," said West; "show a bold front."

"That's what we're doing," said one of the men; "but there's too much of
it.  Some of the officers have war on the brain, and want to force the
soldiering element to the very front.  We've done enough to show the
Doppers that we should fight if there was any occasion.  There was no
drilling going on when you were at Pretoria, eh, Ingleborough?"

"Yes, there was, a good deal," said the young man slowly.  "They did not
make any fuss, but in a quiet way they were hard at work, especially
with their gun drill."

"Gun drill!" cried one of the group contemptuously.  "What, with a few
rusty old cannon and some wooden quakers?"

There was a roar of laughter at this, and West coloured a little more
deeply with annoyance, but Ingleborough shrugged his shoulders, turned
his little finger into a tobacco-stopper, and went on smoking.

"The Boers are puffed-up with conceit," he said gravely, "and they
believe that their victory at Majuba Hill has made them invincible; but
all the same they've got some level-headed men amongst them, and I
believe before long that it will come to a fight and that they will
fight desperately."

His hearers laughed.

"What for?" shouted one.

"To drive the British out of South Africa, seize Cape Colony and Natal,
and make the country a Dutch republic."

There was a momentary silence before someone cried: "I say,
Ingleborough, are you going mad?"

"I hope not," said the young man quietly.  "Why?"

"Because you are talking the greatest bosh I've heard for months!"

"I don't think I am," said Ingleborough gravely.  "I know that the Boers
are terribly inflated with vanity and belief in themselves, but they
have wisdom in their heads as well."

"I've never seen any of it!" said the previous speaker.  "Bah!  Rubbish!
They drive us out of South Africa!  Why, that would mean taking
Rhodesia too."

"Of course," replied Ingleborough, "and that's what they believe they
are going to do."

"With popguns?"

"No," said Ingleborough gravely; "but with their rifles.  Do you know
that they can at any time arm a hundred thousand men with the best
magazine-rifles in the world?"

"No!" came in chorus.  "We don't."

"And that they have a magnificent force of artillery, which includes
such guns as would dwarf any that we could bring against them,
thoroughly outrange ours, and that in addition they have a great number
of repeating-cannon--Maxims and Nordenfelts?  Above all, they have a
vast supply of ammunition."

"Where did they get it from?" cried one.

"The moon," shouted another, and there was a roar.

"The fellow's a regular Boer himself," shouted a man behind; and there
was a hiss raised, followed by a menacing groan, which made West's blood
tingle as he closed up to his friend's side.

"The old story," said Ingleborough contemptuously, "You can't bear the
honest truth."

"Yes, we can," cried one of the men; "but we can't bear lies.  Do you
think we are fools to believe your cock-and-bull stories about
magazine-rifles and guns that would dwarf all that the British Army
could bring up against the Boers?"

"You can do as you like about believing," said Ingleborough coldly.  "I
have only told you what I learned for myself when I was staying in

"And do you mean to tell us that the Boers have guns like that?"

"I do," said Ingleborough.

"Then where did they get them?"

"From the great French and German makers, From Creusot and Krupp."

"And how did they get them up to Pretoria?"

"From the Cape and Delagoa Bay."

"What nonsense!" cried another voice.  "Their arms and ammunition would
have been stopped at once.  What do you say to that?"

"The Boers are slim," said Ingleborough.  "Hundreds of tons of war
material have been going up-country for years as ironmongery goods and
machinery.  They have a tremendous arsenal there, and they mean to
fight, as you'll see before long."

The hissing and threatening sounds ceased, for there was so much
conviction in the tone adopted by the speaker that his hearers began to
feel uneasy and as if there might be something in the declarations,
while, upon Ingleborough turning to West with: "Come Oliver, let's get
home!" the little crowd of volunteers hedged the pair in, and the man
who had been the most ready to laugh laid a hand upon his arm.

"Hold hard a minute," he cried frankly.  "I felt ready to laugh at you
and chaff all your words; but I'm not going to be a dunder-headed fool
and shut my eyes to danger if there really is any.  Look here,
Ingleborough: are you an alarmist, or is there really any truth in what
you have said?"

"It is all true," replied the young man calmly.

"Well, then, I for one will believe you, my lad; for, now you have
spoken out as you have, I begin to put that and that together and I feel
that the Boers have been playing dark."

"They have been playing dark," said Ingleborough warmly, "and I should
not be surprised to hear any day that they had declared war and found us
anything but prepared."

"They only want to be free," said a voice.

"Free?" cried Ingleborough.  "Yes, free to do exactly what they please:
to tax every stranger, or outlander, as they call us, for their own
benefit: to rob and enslave the unfortunate natives, and even murder
them if it suits their hand.  Free?  Yes, look at their history from the
first.  Why, their whole history has been a course of taking land from
the original owners by force."

That very night rumours reached Kimberley which sent a tingle into the
cheeks of every man who had joined in the demonstration against
Ingleborough: though the greatest news of all had not yet arrived, that
the Transvaal Government had thrown down the glove and made the advance.



As everyone knows, the declaration of war was not long in coming, and
the news came like a thunderclap to all in Kimberley, where those who
had been in doubt as to the wisdom of the preparations previously made
were the loudest in finding fault because more had not been done.

"But do you think it's true, Ingle?" said West.

"Think what is true?"

"That the Boers have invaded Natal."

"I'm sure it is," was the reply; "and before very long we shall have
them here."

"Why should they come here?" said West.

"Because they have plenty of gold at Johannesburg, and they want to
utilise it for settings to our diamonds, my lad.  They're a nice,
modest, amiable people, these Boers, with very shrewd eyes for the main
chance.  They'll soon be down here to take possession, so if you feel at
all uncomfortable you had better be off south."

"Is that what you are going to do?" asked West quietly.

"I?  Of course not!  I shall keep with the volunteers."

"Of course," said West; "and I shall too."

Ingleborough smiled grimly and went on with his work, West following
suit, and they were busy enough till "tiffin-time" that morning.

Their "tiffin" went on as usual; but out in the town there was a buzz of
excitement which resembled that heard in a beehive when some mischievous
boy has thrust in a switch and given it a good twist round before
running for his life.

So eager and excited did everyone seem that West could hardly tear
himself away from the main street, which was full of talking groups,
everyone seeming to be asking the same question--"What is to be done
first?"--but getting no reply.

"We ought to fortify the place," said West to himself, and full of this
idea, which he intended to propound to Ingleborough and Anson as soon as
he reached the office, he hurried in that direction, all the faster from
the fact that he had been so interested in the busy state of the streets
that he had overstayed his time.

On approaching the office door the conscious blood rose to his cheeks,
for he could hear an angry voice speaking, upon which he could only
place one interpretation--namely, that one of the principals was finding
fault severely because he, the guilty one, was not back to his time.

"What a fool I am!" muttered West.  Then, pulling himself together, he
stepped forward, muttering again: "Must take my dose like a man."

The next moment he had opened the door quickly, entered and closed it,
and then stood staring in wonder at the scene before him.

For there was no angry principal present--only his two fellow-clerks:
Ingleborough stern and frowning, and Anson with his ordinarily pink face
turned to a sallow white, and, instead of being plump and rounded,
looking sunken and strange.

"What's the matter?" said West, for Anson, who had the moment before
been talking rapidly, suddenly ceased.  "You're not quarrelling, are
you?" he continued, for no one replied.  "Oh well, I'll be off till
you've done."

"No, don't go," cried Anson, springing forward and grasping his arm.

"Let go!" cried West.  "I don't want to be mixed up with any quarrels;
but you might have got them over outside.  There, I'm off."

"Stop where you are!" cried Ingleborough.  "You have a perfect right to
hear what I have said, and you're welcome."

"Yes, stop where you are, West," cried Anson, clinging to the young
fellow's arm.  "I believe that the war scare has sent Ingle off his
head.  You never heard such a bit of scandal as he is trying to hatch
up.  I believe it's all out of jealousy."

"No, you do not," said Ingleborough coldly.

"But I do," cried Anson.  "It's scandalous.  He's trying to ruin me."


"By hatching up a story which, if it got to the principals' ears, would
mean me being turned off neck and crop, no matter how innocent I am."

"How what?" replied Ingleborough ironically.  "Innocent?  Why, I've
suspected you for some months past."

"Oh, my gracious!" cried Anson.  "Hark at him!  He does mean it--he must
mean it, unless we can bring him to his senses, West.  You will help me,
won't you?"

"How can I tell till I know what it's all about?  What's the quarrel,

"Ask him," answered the young man addressed, frowning.

"Very well, then; I'll ask him.  What's the row, Anson?"

"I have hardly patience to tell you, West," was the reply.  "But I
suppose I must, though it makes my face burn with shame."

"Humph!" grunted Ingleborough.

"Then it is something you are ashamed of?" said West quickly.

"Me?  Oh no, West; I'm not ashamed.  I've nothing to be ashamed of: only
being accused by a fellow-clerk, a brother-clerk, I might say, of doing
a terrible thing."

"And did you?" said West sharply.

"I?  Good gracious, no!  I was out in the main street about half-an-hour
ago, being of course interested in the news, when I saw a couple of
Kaffirs talking, and it made me wonder what would become of them if it
came to fighting, and I naturally enough asked the poor fellows whether
they'd stay in Kimberley or go back to their own country."

"Well?" said West, for the speaker stopped.

"Well, that's all as far as I'm concerned," said Anson; "only just then
Ingleborough, who is never happy without he's mixing himself up somehow
with the police folk, and who must have been watching me in a miserable
underhanded way, suddenly pounced upon me; and you'll never believe it,
my dear West, he actually accused me of illicit-diamond-buying from the

"And that means very severe punishment," said West.  "Well, were you
doing it?"

"Was I?  Oh, for shame, West!  How could you think such a thing
possible?  My dear fellow, I couldn't do such a thing?  Is it likely?"

"Ingleborough says it is," replied the young man addressed, shortly.

"Yes, but only because he is absurdly jealous of me, and dislikes to see
me in the office.  It would ruin me for ever if it were reported, and he
says he is going to, although I have been begging and praying him not to
do such a thing.  What do you say?"

"If it's true, and Ingleborough says it is, I don't see how he could
help, reporting your conduct to the directors."

"But it isn't true!" cried Anson, almost in a whine.  "Oh, West, how can
you?  You know I couldn't do such a thing!"

"Do you mean to say that you are quite innocent?"

"Oh, quite!" cried Anson.  "It was as I told you.  I only asked the two
poor hard-working fellows what they meant to do, and then to my utter
astonishment Ingleborough pounced upon me with that terrible charge.
Help me, my dear friend, to make him see that he has deceived himself!"

"Do you hear, Ingle?" cried West sympathetically.  "It is a terrible
charge to bring against a fellow."

"Terrible!" said Ingleborough sternly.

"And you have thought what it means?"

"Of course."

"His dismissal and imprisonment?"



"There is no room for buts, my lad," said Ingleborough harshly.
"Diamond-buying from the natives is, as we all well know, penal; and we
know, too, that it is our duty to help to protect the property of our
employers, and to see that the laws are obeyed."

"Of course, my dear Ingleborough," said Anson; "and that's what I have
always tried to do, as you know."

"I know that you have been playing a false game for months--that is, I
feel perfectly sure you have, though I cannot prove it.  But this I can
prove: that you were buying stolen diamonds from two natives this
afternoon, all parties choosing the time because you believed the
excitement would secure you from notice."

"Oh, West, hark at him!" cried Anson, in a piteous tone.  "Ingleborough,
you don't know how wrong you are!"

"That's true!" said their fellow-clerk.

"Look here, Anson," cried West angrily; "what's the good of going on
like a great girl--oh-ing, and making weak appeals?  Why don't you speak
out like a man?  Is it true, or is it not, that you bought these

"It's all a mistake of Ingleborough's and as false as false can be!  I
couldn't do such a thing!"

"Nor yet throw them away as soon as you found that you were seen?"

"Of course not!" cried Anson excitedly.

"What are these, then?" cried Ingleborough sternly, as he took a couple
of rough crystals from his trousers pocket and held them out in his hand
to the astonished gaze of his comrades.

"Those?" said Anson, whose face began to turn of a sickly green; "they
look like diamonds."

"Yes: they are the two that you threw away, and which I went and picked

"Oh!" cried Anson, with a piteous groan; "hark at him, West!  I wouldn't
have believed that a man could have been so base as to hatch up such a
plot as this to ruin his brother-employe.  West, I assure you that I
never set eyes upon those diamonds before in my life.  It's all a cruel,
dastardly plot, and I--Oh dear!  Oh dear!  Oh dear!  Is it possible that
a man can be so base?"

He took out his handkerchief and applied it to his eyes, uttering a low
piteous groan the while.

"You hear this, Ingleborough?" said West.

"Yes, I hear," said Ingleborough sourly, as he thrust the gems back in
his pocket.  "So do you, and you know now what it is my duty to do."

West was silent.

"Oh, do speak and help me!" cried Anson.  "Don't stand by and see me
ruined, West!  You know how he has taken up lately with the new
superintendent of police, and been always with him, and watching the
poor natives till he is half a detective himself, and goes about
suspecting innocent people.  I am innocent, West, and it's all a
horrible mistake of his, or a cruel trick to ruin me; and I'm afraid
I've been mistaken in him altogether, and that it is a wicked

"Ingleborough wouldn't do a mean thing!" said West warmly.

"That's what I want to believe," whined Anson; "but he's got hold of two
diamonds, and he's going to charge me with buying them, and he'll get me
sent to Cape Town breakwater."

"Not if you are innocent!" said West.

"Well, that's what I am, and he can't prove that I've any of the
precious stones about me.  Come and search me if you like!"

"You will be searched by the police authorities," said Ingleborough

"What!--Oh, it's abominable!" cried Anson.  "Here, West, aren't you
going to do anything to help an innocent man?"

"What can I do," said West, "but look on?  I'll tell you this, though: I
don't believe it possible of you!  There must be some mistake!"

"Thank you for nothing," cried Anson bitterly.  "It's the old story--and
you call yourself a friend!  Well, I'm not going to be bullied.  I've
given you both a chance to own that you are all wrong; but you always
were both of you dead against me.  I'll do now what I ought to have done
at once--go to the principals.  I shall get justice there."

Saying this, he clapped on his hat, giving it a fierce cock on one side,
passed out, and banged the door after him.

Ingleborough paid no heed to his companion's enquiring look, but crossed
quickly to the window and looked out.

"Anson thinks he is going to make a bolt," said Ingleborough, half to
himself; "but he'll soon find out his mistake."

"How?" said West eagerly.

"Norton is outside with a couple of the police," Ingleborough replied.

"But this is very horrible!" cried West.  "Once more, are you quite sure
that you have not made a mistake?"

"Quite!  I am certain!"

"But is it wise to be so certain?"

"Yes," replied Ingleborough quietly.  "Surely I can believe my own

"But might he not have been questioning the Kaffirs, as he said?"

"Certainly," replied Ingleborough, with a grim smile; "but I do not see
why he should receive two diamonds from them and give them money in
exchange, and lastly why he should flick the two diamonds away into the
dust as soon as he caught sight of me.  Do you?"

"No," said West thoughtfully.  "Well, I am very sorry.  What will be the
next proceeding?"

"The next thing in an ordinary way would be that the scoundrel would
bolt; but, as he must have found out by this time that he is carefully
watched, he will no doubt go straight to the principals and brave it out
by telling them his own tale and trying to persuade them that I have
hatched up a conspiracy against him."

"And of course he will not be believed," replied West thoughtfully; "for
it is next door to high treason for anyone to be found buying diamonds
illicitly from the natives."

"High treason?" cried Ingleborough, laughing.  "Why, my dear boy, it's
much worse than regicide.  The authorities in Kimberley look upon
diamond-smuggling or stealing as the blackest crime in the calendar."

"Hallo!" cried West just then.  "So soon?"

For there was a sharp rap at the door, and a man entered to announce
that the principals of the great company desired the presence of
Ingleborough and West directly.

"I don't see why they want me!" said West.  "I know nothing about the

"You'll have to go all the same," said Ingleborough.  "He has dragged
your name into the case, and he trusts to you to speak in his behalf."

"And of course I shall," said West; "for I'm horribly sorry for the poor
fellow.  He couldn't withstand the temptation to buy the diamonds for a
mere nothing and sell them at a heavy price."

"I don't want to be malicious, Noll," said Ingleborough; "but I've for
some time been under the impression that Master Anson was a humbug.
There, come along!  Of course I don't like a piece of business like
this; but we must make rogues go to the wall.  You're too soft-hearted,
Noll, my boy."

"Perhaps so," replied the lad; "but I'd rather be so than too



West saw at once upon entering the presence of the principals that
things appeared bad for Anson, who stood facing a table at which three
of the directors of the great company were seated, all looking very
stern.  They signed to Ingleborough and West to stand upon their right--
Anson was facing them to the left.

Then there was a brief colloquy in a low tone between the three
directors, ending in one of them saying aloud: "You speak."

The gentleman thus addressed turned to Ingleborough.

"Mr Anson has sought this interview with the directors, Mr
Ingleborough, to inform us that you have made up a malicious tale about
his having been engaged in illicit-diamond-buying.  Of course, if you
could prove such a charge, it was your duty to inform us."

"Of course, sir," replied Ingleborough; "but, though I have for some
time suspected him, this affair only occurred during our tiffin-time
this morning, and as soon as we returned to the office I felt bound to
accuse him as my fellow-clerk, and tell him what I intended to do."

"So as to give him, if guilty, a good chance to conceal the diamonds or

"Oh no, sir," said Ingleborough quietly.  "I took proper precautions
against that."

"Indeed?" said the director.  "What did you do?"

"Mr Superintendent Norton is a friend of mine, sir, and I went to him
at once.  He and two of his keenest men have been carefully watching
Anson ever since."

"Humph!  Quite right," said the director, and he glanced at Anson, who
was smiling contemptuously then; but West had seen him wince sharply
when Ingleborough mentioned the superintendent's name.  "Well,"
continued the director, "let us hear your version of this business."

"Really, gentlemen," cried Anson, "I ought to have the assistance of a
law officer and--"

"Stop, Mr Anson," said the director sharply; "we have heard you all
through.  Have the goodness to be silent now while Mr Ingleborough
gives us his statement."

"But legal assistance, sir."

"You can have as much as you like, sir, as soon as the matter is brought
before the magistrates.  We must first of all hear what Mr Ingleborough
has to say.  Now, sir, have the goodness to tell us everything you know
about this business."

Ingleborough made his statement perfectly clearly, and it was listened
to in silence, and the diamonds were produced.

Afterwards the three directors spoke together in a low tone of voice for
a few minutes, ending by turning to Anson to tell him that he must
consider himself for the present as suspended from all further duty in
connection with the company's business.

"We have no desire to proceed to extremities, Mr Anson," he said in
conclusion, "and every opportunity will be given you to clear yourself;
but in the meantime you must consider yourself under supervision, and
your lodgings will be searched."

"I protest, sir," cried the young man warmly.  "You have no right to
order such a thing to be done without magisterial authority."

"Then we will assume the right, Mr Anson, as it is a question of our
property being stolen by our black employes and finding a purchaser in
one of our clerks.  Mr West, as the superintendent is keeping an eye
upon Anson, I presume he is here?"

"I passed him at the door as I came in, sir," answered West.

"Have the goodness to call him in."

Anson winced; but he faced the tall stern-looking officer of police as
he entered and heard the reason for his being called in.

"Then you wish a search to be made, gentlemen?" said the superintendent.


"Look here," cried Anson fiercely; "there's law for everybody.  I'm not
your servant any longer, for I refuse to stay with such a pack of
tyrannical dividend-making scoundrels."

"That will do," growled the superintendent, in a low, deep voice.  "Keep
a civil tongue in your head.  You'll do no good for yourself by this."

"You mind your own business," cried Anson, turning upon the officer so
fiercely that West wondered at the change in his fellow-clerk's manner.

"All right: I will," said the officer, seizing him sharply.

"Here, what are you going to do?" cried Anson, in alarm.

"Search you, my lad," was the reply.

"Then I call everyone present to witness that this is illegal.  I'm not
going to stand quietly by and be treated like a worm."

"Leave off wriggling, then," said the officer.

"I won't.  I refuse to be treated like one of the black labourers."

"Look here, sir," said the officer sternly; "I don't want to treat you
like a Kaffir unless you behave like one.  You are charged with illicit
buying, and your game's up; so the best thing you can do is to produce
everything you have on you and have done with the matter."

"Search me if you dare," cried Anson, still keeping up his defiant

"Right: I dare," said the officer.  "Mr Ingleborough, be ready to lend
a hand if I want it."

"If John Ingleborough dares to lay a hand on me I'll send a bullet
through him."

In an instant Ingleborough's hand came down heavily upon Anson's
shoulder and gripped him fast.

"Never mind him, Norton.  It's all bluff.  He is unarmed."

"Armed or unarmed," said the superintendent, "I'm going to search him,"
and directly after a quick pair of hands were busy going through the
suspect's pockets.

"Urrr!" he growled, showing his white teeth between his thick red lips,
as he cast off thoroughly the mask of servile humility he had previously
worn; "it's lucky for you that I am unarmed.  But search away.  Go on.
I'll have heavy damages for this dastardly assault and defamation of
character, and the public shall know all about the games carried on by
this beautiful diamond syndicate.  Curse you all--masters and men!  You
shall pay for it, and, as for you, John Ingleborough, look out for
yourself.  Yes, and you too, Oliver West, you miserable sneak.  I always
hated you."

"Hadn't you better save your breath, Anson?" said West quietly.  "You're
only making everybody believe you guilty."

"Let 'em," cried the suspect, whose plump round face was now distorted
with impotent rage.  "I'll be even with all of you for this."

"Humph!  Nothing in his pockets; nothing sewn in the seams of his
clothes, nor in the band of his trousers," muttered the searcher.  Then
aloud: "Now then, hold up!"

Anson behaved like a horse, or, as West and Ingleborough afterwards
laughingly said, like an ass, lifting to order each foot in turn for the
bottoms of his trousers to be examined and the heels of his boots, which
had not been bored nor plugged.

"He has nothing upon him, gentlemen," said the officer, at last.

"But you have not thoroughly searched him," said one of the directors,

"Oh yes, sir," replied the officer; "a party like this wouldn't carry
diamonds about him same as a Kaffir would.  He wouldn't play any tricks
with his person by slitting or swallowing: he knows too much about the
risks.  You can be perfectly satisfied that he has nothing about him.  I
was, as soon as I had turned out his pockets."

"They'll be satisfied before they've done," sneered Anson.

"I should like to see his desk and stool in the office where he has
worked, gentlemen," continued the officer.

"Yah!" snarled Anson.  "Yes: go on; search everywhere.  Perhaps you'd
like to search the place where I lodge?"

"Afterwards," said the officer quietly.



West saw his fellow-clerk wince slightly again, though it passed
unnoticed by the others, and directly after the whole party adjourned to
the office, the superintendent's men following them, and, without doing
anything to excite attention, forming a guard at the door.

"There's nothing here," said the superintendent in a low tone to
Ingleborough and West.

"How do you know?" said the former.

"By his manner.  He's all brag and bounce!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough; "but you don't know your man."

"Look here!" cried Anson; "none of that!  Search if you like, but no
plotting and planning there!  I don't see why they shouldn't be charged
too.  Search their desks as well as mine.  Perhaps you'll find some
illicit-diamonds there."

West started, for a strange suspicion shot through his breast.

"If you do they'll swear I put 'em there, and the superintendent will
believe them."

"You scoundrel!" cried West passionately, and Anson uttered a low
sneering laugh; but his face grew set directly, as the officer turned
upon him.

"Which is your desk, sir?" he said sharply.

"Search them all!" was the reply.

"Which is his desk?" said the superintendent to West now.

The young man made no reply, and Ingleborough pointed it out.

"Friends and brother-workers!" said Anson, in a sneering manner.  "Look
here, noble employers, play fair!  Let's have all the desks and the
whole place searched."

No one spoke, and after a cursory examination of the tall stool in front
of the desk the officer picked up a thick silver-mounted rattan cane
thrust in a stand by the side of the desk in company with three

"Yours?" he said, turning to the suspect.

"Yes, and one of the umbrellas too.  The worst one's mine.  That dandy
silk one is West's.  The handles of all three are sure to unscrew and
are hollowed out to hold diamonds, no doubt."

"Of course," said the officer, and after a glance at the umbrellas he
turned the thick heavy cane over in his hands, noticing that in addition
to a silver cap there was a thick silver ring about six inches from the

"Oh yes, that's hollow too," cried Anson mockingly, "and stuffed full of
diamonds, I daresay.--Ah! mind you don't cut your fingers!"

For the officer, as he held the thick cane in both hands, tried to
unscrew the top part, thickest by the ring, and, after yielding a
little, he gave it a sharp tug, drawing out about a foot of a bright
blue damascened sword, and then thrusting it back with an impatient

"A sword-stick," said the officer.

"Well, why not?" cried Anson.  "I don't carry a revolver."

The officer thrust the cane into the stand, and then, with Anson
watching him keenly, raised the lid of the broad flat desk, turned over
some books and papers, measured its depth outside and in to make sure
that there was no false bottom, and then brought out the clerk's little
flat mahogany box, Anson grinning sneeringly as the lid was opened and
the joints of the flute lay exposed to view.

"Now you've got 'em, sir!" cried Anson, with a mocking laugh.  "Blow
through them, and you'll find it's all wind."

The superintendent turned the box upside down, and the joints were left
upon the top of the desk, except that the top joint with its gaping
mouth-hole stuck in the velvet fitting, but looked the most hollow of
the set.

"There's nothing here, gentlemen," said the officer, replacing the other
joints and gravely closing the desk.

"Oh, nonsense!" cried Anson, jeering.  "You haven't half looked.
Perhaps, though, young West has the whole swag in his desk."

"Would you like to examine the other desks, gentlemen?" said the

"No, certainly not," said the leading director sharply; "we have no wish
to insult our employes."

"Only one," snarled Anson.  "Do you call this fair play?"

West drew a breath full of relief, and glanced at Ingleborough, who made
no sign, but stood looking stolidly at the officer.

"I'm quite satisfied, gentlemen," said the latter.  "There is nothing
here.  Do you charge Mr Anson with illicit dealing?"

"You have not searched his apartments yet," said the chief director.
"We wish to have further proofs first."

Anson opened his mouth a short distance as his chief spoke, and closed
it again with a sharp little snap.

"You wish the prisoner's rooms to be searched then, gentlemen?"

"I'm not a prisoner," cried Anson angrily.  "I've neither been charged
nor taken into custody."

"Certainly!" said the director sternly.  "Search Mr Anson's rooms
preliminary to his being charged and taken into custody.  Mr West, go
in front with the superintendent to show the way.  I do not wish to make
a procession, to create excitement and make us the observed of all."

"I understand, sir.  Mr Anson will walk in advance with me, and you can
follow as you please.  There is no need for Mr West to walk with us.  I
know the way!"

"Of course!" snarled Anson.  "Mr Ingleborough's doing, I suppose.  Then
I have been watched."

"Yes, my doing," said the person named.  "As soon as I suspected you of
illicit dealing I kept an eye upon you and told Mr Norton here what I

"Cowardly, sneaking cur!" cried Anson, grinding his teeth.

"No, sir," cried the director sternly: "faithful servant of the

"Where are your proofs that I am not?" cried Anson fiercely.

"Not found yet," said the officer; "but with all your cunning I daresay
we shall trace them."

"Go on," said Anson.  "I'm ready for you."

The next minute the whole party were straggling through the camp-like
town towards the outskirts, to gather together at the very ordinary
shed-like house of mud wall and fluted corrugated-iron roofing, where
the wife of one of the men at the mine stared in wonder at the party,
and then looked in awe at her lodger, her eyes very wide open and
startled as she grasped what the visit meant.

"Oh, Mr Anson, what have you been a-doing of?" she cried, and burst
into tears.

West looked at the poor woman with a feeling of pity, and then felt
disposed to kick Anson for his brutality, for the clerk's gesture was
that of an ill-tempered cur: he literally snapped at her.

"Out of the way, you idiot!" he cried, "and let this police-constable
and his party come by."

West saw the directors exchange glances before following the
superintendent into the little house, leaving the two clerks to the
last, the police-constables remaining watchfully at the door.

"Master Anson is regularly cutting the ground from under him, Ingle,"
said West softly.

"Yes: the fool!  I take it to be a tacit confession.  You don't think
I've made a mistake now?"

West shook his head and looked distressed, but said nothing.

"Of course he'll never come back to us, and he knows it, or he'd never
put on this defiant manner.  Hark at him!"

For at that moment the object of their thoughts shouted loudly: "Here,
you two spies, what are you waiting behind for?  Come in and help search
the place."

West frowned and hung back, but Ingleborough laid a hand on his

"Come along," he said; "you must help me to see it through!  It isn't
pleasant, but it's part of one's duty."

The next minute they were in Anson's combined bed and sitting room, a
very ordinary-looking place, with the simplest of furniture and plenty
of suggestions all round of spots where an ingenious man might have
hidden a little fortune in diamonds; for the mud walls were lined with
matchboard, the ceiling was of the same material, and then there was the
floor, where in any part a board could have been lifted and a receptacle
made for the precious crystals, without counting the articles of
furniture, including the bedding.

"I'm sorry I have no more chairs, gentlemen," said the tenant
banteringly.  "Sit on the table, and three of you can make a sofa of the
bed.  Never mind tumbling it!  You'll do nothing compared to Mr
Superintendent Norton when he begins.  I say, though, you should have
given me notice of all this, and then I'd have had a carpenter here to
skin the walls and ceiling so as to have made everything nice and easy
for you.  I say, Mr Norton, you'll want a pickaxe and shovel directly,
won't you?"

The directors had paid no heed to the speaker's bantering remarks, but
the superintendent was getting hot, tired, and annoyed by the constant
chatter of the man he was longing to arrest; and, though he had treated
everything so far with calm indifference, his lack of success in his
search for something incriminating in such places as experience had
taught him were in favour with those who carried on diamond-smuggling
began now to tell upon his temper, and he turned sharply upon the
speaker: to snap out words which showed that his thoughts ran on
all-fours with those of Ingleborough.

"Look here, young man!" he said; "I don't know whether you are aware of
it, but you are hard at work building up a black case against yourself,
and if you're not careful you'll find yourself before long working out
your two years as a convict on the Cape Town breakwater."

"I shall!" cried Anson.  "What for?  Where's your evidence?  You've got
a jumped-up cock-and-bull story made by a fellow-clerk who says one
thing while I say another.  You've only his word for it.  You've found
no diamonds on me, and you've found none in my lodgings."

"Not yet," said the superintendent meaningly.

"Oh, I see!  Not yet!  Go on, then, pray!  I'm not paid by time, so I
can afford to lose a few hours.  Search away!  Perhaps our clever friend
Ingleborough can tell you where to look.  Perhaps he wouldn't like to,
though.  It would hurt his feelings to accuse a brother-clerk of being
an illicit trader.  But don't mind me, Ingle.  It's good sport for you.
Why don't you help, and think you're a good little boy playing at `hot
boiled beans and very good butter' again?  Now then, Norton's going
across to the other side.  You should call out `colder' when he's going
away from the place, and `warmer' when he gets nearer.  Then `hot,' and
last of all `burning.'  Come, keep up the game!"

"I should just like to ram that pair of clean socks between your teeth,
my fine fellow, and keep it there with a leather strap," muttered the
officer; and, as if about to put his wish into practice, he stooped and
picked up the closely rolled-up pair of socks lying with some other
articles of attire placed freshly washed upon a shelf by Anson's

"Now then," cried Anson boisterously, "cry `burning,' somebody: there
must be some diamonds inside that!"

The directors frowned, and Ingleborough and West looked on angrily as
the officer dashed the soft woollen ball back upon the heap and then
went on with his search for nearly an hour.

By this time the lookers-on were as much disgusted as the

"I'm very sorry, gentlemen," he cried; "but I can do no more.  There is
nothing else to be done unless we have my men in and regularly strip the
wood-work down."

"Oh, pray have them in, then," cried Anson.  "If I were you I'd--"

"Silence, sir!" cried the chief director fiercely, and Anson stared.
"We have not the slightest doubt of your guilt.  Your conduct all
through has proved it.  That will do, Mr Norton."

"You think the evidence sufficient to justify an arrest, gentlemen?"

"We will consult together," replied the director who had just spoken,
"and communicate our decision to you."

"What, aren't you satisfied yet?" cried Anson mockingly.

"Quite," replied his chief; "and of course, sir, your post is vacant.
For the present, Mr Norton, you will keep an eye upon this man, and see
that he does not leave the town."

"Unless I'm very much mistaken, sir," said the superintendent, "neither
our friend here nor anyone else will leave Kimberley for some time to

"Is it so bad as that?"

"Yes, sir.  The Boers are gradually closing in, I am told.  But I'll
keep an eye on Mr Anson here all the same."

Five minutes later the party were on their way back to the mine
buildings, where the first thing that West heard was that the Boers were
gathering in great force, and, as far as could be judged, were making
the Diamond City their objective.

Troubles were gathering fast, and news kept on coming hotter and hotter.

West and Ingleborough were back in their places at the office, talking
over the war news and mingling with it the scenes they had just gone

"Norton promised me he'd call in here when he left the governors," said

"Then he must have forgotten it," replied West, "for he has been with
them quite an hour.  I say, I didn't know that you were such a friend of
the superintendent."

"Well, I'm not in the habit of talking much," said Ingleborough,
smiling.  "But I do like him; he's such a straightforward, manly fellow,
and I take so much interest in the way he runs down criminals.  I often
wish I had joined the detectives who have this diamond-smuggling in

"Pst! here he is!" said West quickly, for there were steps outside, and
directly after a sharp rap at the door.

"May I come in, Ingleborough?"

"Yes.  _Entrez_!  West said you'd gone."

"Did he?  You knew I was not?"

Ingleborough nodded.

"What have they decided?" he asked.

"To let the matter drift for the present: only I'm to keep an eye on the
scoundrel.  They say that we shall all have our hands full enough
directly in strengthening the town, and they're right.  I'm afraid we're
going to have a warm time."

"Think they'll attack us?" asked West.

"Safe to.  Now's the time for you volunteers to show what you're made
of, for I believe that the enemy will make straight for Kimberley.  Our
getting the diamond-fields has always been a sore point with them, and
we shall have our work cut out to save them."

"Yes," said Ingleborough thoughtfully, "and if I'm not mistaken, you'll
have more cause to watch Anson than for smuggling.  He has his knife
into the company."

"Exactly," said Norton; "and if he can make friends with and help the
enemy, he will."

"You mean he'll be a dangerous spy in the camp?" said West excitedly.

"That's it, Mr West; but if he plays that game and is caught his
punishment will not be a couple of years on the breakwater."

"No," said Ingleborough: "the military will deal with him then."

"How?" asked West, whose veins began to tingle and a cold shuddering
sensation to run down his spine.

"A couple of lines of infantry, a volley of musketry, and--"

"Finis," said the superintendent.  "Good day.  I don't wish him any
harm; but I feel pretty sure he'll run straight into some trap.  That
sort of fellow always does."

The next minute the door had closed upon the superintendent, and the two
young men sat thoughtfully looking in each other's eyes.

"Only a few hours ago, and we three were calmly working together," said
West sadly; "and I looked upon Anson as an unsatisfactory fellow whom I
never could like, but whose worst faults were being a cringing kind of
bore and a perfect nuisance with his flute."

"And I as a smooth hypocrite whom one ought not to trust," said

"And now he's gone, and we're to have the Boers at us and most likely
have to soldier in real earnest.  Hallo!  Here's Norton back again."

For there was a quick step outside, and the door was thrown open.  But
it was not the superintendent's face that met their eyes, for their late
fellow-clerk stepped boldly in.

"How are you, gentlemen?" he said, with a strong emphasis upon the last
word.  "So I've got the sack; but I'm not going to leave my property

He stepped to his desk and took out his flute-case, tucked it under his
arm, and then drew the sword-cane and umbrella from the stand, giving
the pair a maliciously triumphant look.

"Can't afford to leave the sword-stick as a memento for you, Ingle, nor
the flute for sneaky West.  Goodbye, both of you.  Look out for our next
merry meeting.  Ta, ta!"

Neither of the young men replied, but sat gazing fixedly at the speaker
till he passed out, banging the door.

But only to open it again to look in and utter the one word: "Cads!"

Then the door was banged, and West leaped from his stool and made a

"Stop, stupid!" thundered out Ingleborough, supplementing his words by a
bound and flinging his arm round his companion's chest.  "Let the brute
go.  You don't want to kick him?"

"But I do," shouted West, struggling.  "Let go."

"Keep still," growled Ingleborough, and then, "Why, Noll," he cried, "I
do believe--"

"What?" said West, cooling down and looking wonderingly in his
companion's excited eyes, for Ingleborough had stopped short.

"That flute--that sword-cane--"

"Well, he has got them.  Bah!  I'm glad you stopped me from punching his
head.  Let him have them; they're his."

"Yes," said Ingleborough; "but the handle of the cane and the top joint
of the flute.  There was room for a dozen big diamonds in each."

"What!  Then let's go and stop him!"

"Yes; we could but be wrong.  Come on."

"Hah!  Listen," cried West, and a sound arose which turned their
thoughts in a different channel, for it was like the first note of the
coming war.

The trumpet rang out the "assemblee" and thrilled both through and
through, sending them to the arm-press for rifle and bandolier.

Clerking was over for many months to come.  The pen was to give way to
the modern substitute for the sword.



Rumours that proved to be false and rumours that proved to be true were
plentiful enough during the following fortnight; and in that time
Kimberley was transformed from a busy mining camp in which the black and
white inhabitants were constantly going and coming like ants in a hill
to a town whose siege was imminent, and whose people thought of nothing
but preparing for the enemy, and whose talk was of rifle, cartridge, and

But there was something done beside talk, the people loyally joining
with the small military garrison in preparing for the defence of the
place; and, while one portion worked to strengthen every spot that would
form a redoubt, the other strove as long as was possible to get in
stores to enable the defenders to hold out if they were besieged.  For
the determination was strong to save the enormous wealth of the place
from the enemy whose borders were so short a distance from their lines.

Drilling and instruction in the use of arms were carried on almost night
and day, and in a very short time the military element seemed to have
pretty well swallowed up the civil, while each hour found the people
more ready to meet the first rush of the dogs of war.

It was a most unsuitable place for defence, being a mere mining camp
pitched in a wide bare plain, the only part suitable for turning into a
keep being the huge mound cast up by the excavations in the search for
diamonds; and this was fortified to the best of the defenders' ability
almost from the first.  But the situation had its advantages as well as
failings, for the flat, open, desert-like land stretched right away on
all sides, giving an enemy no undue advantages in the shape of kopje or
ravine to turn into a natural fortress from which the town could be

The place, then, was a fair example of weakness and strength, the
latter, however, daily growing, in the shape of a stern determination to
give the Boers a very warm reception when they did attack.

So the days glided rapidly by, with authentic news at first fairly
abundant, but invariably of a very serious nature, and whenever they
were off the new duties they had to fulfil, the said news was amply
discussed by the two young men, who from their prior preparation had
stood forward at once as prominent members of the semi-military force.

"Be patient," said Ingleborough laughingly, one evening; "there'll be
plenty of fighting by-and-by.  I'd no idea you were going to develop
into such a fire-eater."

"Fire-eater?  Absurd!  I only feel deeply interested in all we are

"That's right, Noll!  So do we all; but let's have no rashness.
Remember all the drill and discipline.  That's where we shall be able to
tell against the enemy.  They can use their rifles well enough; but they
are an undisciplined mob at the best.  By the way, have you run against
the flute-player lately?"

"No, but I met the people with whom he lodges yesterday.  They knew me
again, and came up as if wanting to speak."

"What about?"

"Oh, they began by talking about the war and asking me whether I thought
it would last long."

"To which you said _No_, eh?"

"I only said that I hoped not, and then they volunteered the information
that they believed Anson was going to leave the town for the south."

"Indeed?" said Ingleborough sharply.  "What made them think that?"

"Because their lodger had packed up all his little belongings and had
bought a wagon and a span of oxen, which he kept just outside."

"Well, he'll lose them if he doesn't look out.  He'll find himself
between two fires.  Either the oxen will be seized for stores, or the
Boers will cut them off.  The fellow must be either desperate or mad."

"In a fright, I should say," said West.  "I don't think he would stomach
the fighting."

"Oh, it's all nonsense!  The report this evening was that the Boers are
closing round us fast.  He'll be stopped by one side or the other.
Norton ought to know of this, though."

"I daresay he does know already," said West; "for he told me the other
day that he was keeping his eye on our friend."

"So he did," said Ingleborough thoughtfully.  "He has some idea of
catching him trying to communicate with the enemy.  If he does, Master
Simon will not get off so easily as he did over the diamond business.
Well, I'm tired, and I shall go to bed.  Let's sleep while we can.
There's no knowing what a day will bring forth!"

"You are right," said West.  "You think we shall really come to close

"Yes, and very close quarters too.  I've expected it before now."

Nothing happens so surely as the unexpected, someone once said; and it
was so the very next day.

Military drill was, as intimated, constantly going on; but that next
morning there was a larger gathering than usual, the principal part of
the regulars being drawn up in lines with the volunteer defenders--in
all, a goodly show.

It was to some extent a general inspection; but after it was over the
men were formed up as three sides of a hollow square, and the Colonel in
command addressed the men, complimenting them upon their behaviour, and
then giving them the contents in a great measure of the despatches he
had received from headquarters, in combination with the reports of the
scouts and from the outposts.  He concluded by saying that in a few
hours they would, in all probability, be completely shut off from
communication with the south, for the Boers were closing round them in
great force, and that until they were relieved they would be called upon
to hold Kimberley, making a brave defence to save so important a town
from falling into the hands of the invader.

Here he was stopped by a tremendous burst of cheering, which hindered
him from saying, as he intended, that they must be of good heart and
full of trust that the General in command would soon send help.

But the enthusiastic cheering taught the Commandant plainly that the men
before him needed no "heartening up," and he smiled with satisfaction as
he felt convinced that every call he made upon them would be answered.

What followed was short and to the point.  He thanked them, made a few
remarks about his determination that no Boers should drag the British
flag from where it fluttered, told the garrison that he was proud to say
that they had an ample supply of provisions and military stores, and
that the Boers had only to make their first attack to find how they had
deceived themselves about the British surrender at Majuba Hill.

Here there was another deafening burst of cheers.

Finally he made a fresh allusion to the well-known town farther north
which was being surrounded by the enemy even as they were being shut in

"It will be a race," he said, "between us as to which town will first
beat the Boers off; and the victors will then have the glorious task of
going to the relief of the others."

After this the regulars were marched off to their quarters, leaving the
volunteers standing fast; and the Commandant now summoned their officers
to his side.

As it happened, this was within a few yards of the spot where West and
Ingleborough were drawn up in the line, and every word the Commandant
spoke came to them clear and plain.

"I have another little business to speak about, gentlemen," he said, "in
connection with a second despatch which was enclosed to me this morning
within my own.  It is a letter of instructions I am ordered to convey to
our brave brother-in-arms now in command at Mafeking; and, on thinking
the matter over, I concluded that it would be unwise to select one of my
own men to carry that despatch, from their want of knowledge of the
country and people, and far better to apply to you gentlemen to
recommend to me a thoroughly trustworthy man or two, who, regardless of
all obstacles, would carry the despatch, bringing to bear force or
cunning so as to evade the enemy's scouts, for the road is sure to swarm
with them, even if it is not occupied by the Boers in force.  It is
possible, too, that Mafeking may be completely invested when he or they
reach its neighbourhood; but I must have a despatch-rider who will look
upon even that as a trifle to be overcome or crossed, and who will not
rest until the despatch is safely placed in Colonel Baden-Powell's
hands.  Let me be fully understood: I want messengers who will be ready
to fight if necessary or fly if needs be, but only to rebound and try in
another direction--in short, men who will button up this despatch and
say: `It shall be placed in Baden-Powell's hands by hook or crook as
soon as a swift horse can cover the ground.'  This is what I want, and
it is urgent, or it would not be placed in my hands to deliver with such
stern commands.  It means life or death to hundreds, if not thousands.
So now then, whom do you know that will, with the assistance of a brave
comrade, risk his life and carry my despatch?"

A dead silence, which lasted many seconds, fell upon the group, but at
last the volunteer Colonel spoke out.

"I am not prepared to name anyone, sir," he said, "and I flinch from
sending any man in my regiment upon so terribly perilous a journey, for
it means almost to a certainty being shot down, for the bearer of the
despatch will be bound to hurry on and pay no heed to challenges to

"Certainly," said the Commandant, frowning; "but surely--"

"One moment, sir; I was about to say that the fairest way would be to
call for volunteers, and then select the two most likely men."

"Well," said the Commandant, "do that then, and let the men fully
understand that it is a most dangerous task.  Mind, too, that he must be
a good and a rather reckless rider, able to bear fatigue, and above all
determined to do this thing for the honour of his country and the saving
of his brother men.--Yes, my lad, what is it?"

For West, whose face had flushed deeply and whose blood tingled in his
veins, had taken four steps forward out of the ranks, and now stood with
his hand raised to the salute.

"Give me the despatch, sir," he said.  "I'll take it."

"You?" cried the Commandant wonderingly, as his eyes ran over the
speaker.  "You are very young.  But are you a good rider?"

"I think I can ride anything well enough, sir."

"Splendid rider," said a deep voice, and Ingleborough strode to the
young man's side.  "He'll do it, sir, if any man can; and I'll go with
him to help him in the task if you'll give me orders."

"Hah!" ejaculated the Commandant.  "Yes, I know you, Mr Ingleborough.
You belong to the police?"

"Oh no, sir; I am only on friendly terms with the superintendent, and
have been on expeditions with him."

"And you think your young friend would be a good man to carry the

"I would trust him if I were in power, sir."

"Then I will," said the Commandant, after a long and searching look at
West.  "Be at my quarters in fifteen minutes' time, both of you, and we
will have further talk on the matter."

The young men exchanged looks as they resumed their places in the ranks,
West's countenance betokening the wild excitement he felt, while
Ingleborough, who looked perfectly calm and contented, just gave him a
smile and a nod.

A few minutes later they were dismissed, and the two young men had hard
work to get free from their brother volunteers, who surrounded and
cheered them loudly, one of the officers proposing that they should be
chaired back through the town.  But they escaped this on the ground of
their orders to go to the Commandant's quarters, and were at last set
free, to hurry away.  The next minute they encountered Anson, who had
heard and seen all, and passed them without a word, but wearing a
peculiarly supercilious and meaning smile which broadened into a grin of
contempt that made West writhe.

"Bless him!" said Ingleborough.  "Do you know what the pleasant look

"That he will not be happy till I've thrashed him."

"No," said Ingleborough; "he has evidently heard all, and has made up
his mind that he is going to have a pleasant revenge."

"How?  In what way?" cried West.

"He thinks the Boers will shoot us: that's all."

"Ah!" cried West.

"But we will not let them, my dear boy," said Ingleborough coolly.
"They're slim, as they call it; but two can play at that game."

"Yes, but look: here's Mr Allan coming to say that we can't go," said
West excitedly, for the chief director was approaching and raised his
hand to stop them, signing to them directly after to come to his side.

"Looks as if he is going to put a stopper on our patriotism," growled
Ingleborough.  "We've been reckoning without our host."



"Here, you two boys," cried the director; "I've just heard of this wild
project.  Are you mad, West?"

"I hope not, sir."

"But, my good lad, I really--I--that is--bless my soul!  It's very brave
of you; but I don't think I ought to let you go."

"I heard you say, sir, that everyone ought to be ready to devote his
life to the defence of the country."

"Eh?" cried the director.  "To be sure, yes, I did--in that speech I
made to the volunteers; but then you're not everybody, and--er--er--you
see, what I said was in a speech, and sometimes one says more then than
one quite means."

"There'll be no work doing in the office, sir," said Ingleborough; "and
I hope you will not place any obstacles in the way of our going."

"Oh no, my dear boys!  I feel that I must not; but I don't like you to
run such a terrible risk."

"We must all run risks, sir," said West gravely.

"And I beg your pardon: our time is up for seeing the Commandant," said
Ingleborough, referring to his watch.

"Yes, I heard you were to go to him," said the director.  "But it sounds
very rash.  There, go on, and come to me afterwards."

They parted, and a few minutes later the young men were ushered into the
Commandant's room.

"Then you have not repented, my lads?" he said, smiling.

"No, sir," replied West, speaking for both; "we are quite ready to go."

"Then I must take you both at your word.  But once more I give you both
the opportunity to draw back if you like."

"Thank you, sir," replied West; "but if you will trust us we will take
the despatch."

"Very well," said the Commandant, turning very stern and business-like.
"Here is the despatch.  It is a very small packet, and I leave it to
your own ingenuity to dispose of it where it cannot be found if you have
the bad luck to be captured.  It must be sewn up in your pockets, or
fitted into your hats, or hidden in some way or other.  I leave it to
you, only telling you to destroy it sooner than it should fall into the
enemy's hands."

"We'll consult together, sir, and decide what to do," replied West,
looking frankly in the officer's eyes; "but--I have heard of such a
thing being done, sir--"

"What do you mean?" said the Commandant sternly.

"That to ensure a despatch not falling into the enemy's hands the bearer
learned its contents carefully and then burned it."

"Hah!  Yes.  That would make it safe," cried the officer, with a
satisfied look.  "But, no, it could not be done in this case.  I have no
right to open the despatch, and I do not know its contents.  You must
take it as it is, and in the event of disaster burn or bury it.  Destroy
it somehow.  It must not fall into the enemy's hands.  Here."

"I understand, sir," said West, taking the thick letter in its envelope,
as it was extended to him; and the Commandant heaved a sigh as if of
relief on being freed of a terrible incubus.

"There," he said, "I shall tie you down to no restrictions other than
these.  That packet must somehow be placed in the hands of the Colonel
Commandant at Mafeking.  I do not like to name failure, for you are both
young, strong, and evidently full of resource; but once more: if you are
driven too hard, burn or destroy the packet.  Now then, what do you want
in the way of arms?  You have your rifles, and you had better take
revolvers, which you can have with ammunition from the military stores.
Do you want money?"

"No, sir; we shall require no money to signify," said Ingleborough
quietly.  "But we must have the best horses that can be obtained."

"Those you must provide for yourselves.  Take the pick of the place, and
the order shall be made for payment.  My advice is that you select as
good a pair of Basuto ponies as you can obtain.  They will be the best
for your purpose.  There, I have no more to say but `God speed you,' for
it is a matter of life and death."

He shook hands warmly with both, and, on glancing back as soon as they
were outside, they saw the Commandant watching them from the window,
whence he waved his hand.

"He thinks we shall never get back again, Noll," said Ingleborough,
smiling; "but we'll deceive him.  Now then, what next?"

"We must see Mr Allan," replied West.

"Then forward," cried Ingleborough.  "We must see old Norton too before
we go, or he'll feel huffed.  Let's go round by his place."

They found the superintendent in and ready to shake hands with them both

"Most plucky!" he kept on saying.  "Wish I could go with you."

"I wish you could, and with a hundred of your men to back us up," said
West laughingly.

"You ought to have a couple of thousand to do any good!" said the
superintendent: "but even they would not ensure your delivering your
despatch.  By rights there ought to be only one of you.  That would
increase your chance.  But it would be lonely work.  What can I do for
you before you go?"

"Only come and see us off this evening."

"I will," was the reply, "and wish you safe back."

"And, I say," said Ingleborough: "keep your eye on that scoundrel."

"Anson?  Oh yes: trust me!  I haven't done with that gentleman yet."

Directly after they were on their way to the director's room, and as
they neared the door they could hear him pacing impatiently up and down
as if suffering from extreme anxiety.

The step ceased as they reached and gave a tap at the door, and Mr
Allan opened to them himself.

"Well," he said, "has the Commandant decided to send you?"

"Yes, sir," replied West.

"I'm very sorry, and I'm very glad; for it must be done, and I know no
one more likely to get through the Boer lines than you two.  Look here,
you'll want money.  Take these.  No questions, no hesitation, my lads;
buckle on the belts beneath your waistcoats.  Money is the sinews of
war, and you are going where you will want sinews and bones, bones and
sinews too."

In his eagerness the director helped the young men to buckle on the two
cash-belts he had given them.

"There," he said; "that is all I can do for you but wish you good luck.
By the time you come back we shall have sent the Boers to the
right-about, unless they have captured Kimberley and seized the
diamond-mines.  Then, of course, my occupation will be gone.  Goodbye.
Not hard-hearted, my boys; but rather disposed to be soft.  There,

"Now then," said West, "we've no time to spare.  What are we going to do
about horses?"

"We've the money at our back," replied Ingleborough, "and that will do
anything.  We are on Government service too, so that if we cannot pay we
can pick out what we like and then report to headquarters, when they
will be requisitioned."

But the task proved easy enough, for they had not gone far in the
direction of the mines when they met another of the directors, who
greeted them both warmly.

"I've heard all about it, my lads," he said, "and it's very brave of you

"Please don't say that any more, sir," cried West appealingly, "for all
we have done yet is talk.  If we do get the despatch through there will
be some praise earned, but at present we've done nothing."

"And we're both dreadfully modest, sir," said Ingleborough.

"Bah! you're not great girls," cried the director.  "But you are not off
yet, and you can't walk."

"No, sir," said West; "we are in search of horses--good ones that we can
trust to hold out."

"Very well; why don't you go to someone who has been buying up horses
for our mounted men?"

"Because we don't know of any such person," said West.  "Do you?"

"To be sure I do, my lad, and here he is."

"You, sir?" cried Ingleborough excitedly.  "Why, of course; I heard that
you were, and forgot in all the bustle and excitement of the coming
siege.  Then you can let us have two?  The Commandant will give an order
for the payment."

"Hang the Commandant's payments!" cried the director testily.  "When
young fellows like you are ready to give their lives in the Queen's
service, do you think men like we are can't afford to mount them?  Come
along with me, and you shall have the pick of the sturdy cob ponies I
have.  They're rough, and almost unbroken--what sort of horsemen are

"Very bad, sir," replied Ingleborough: "no style at all.  We ride
astride though."

"Well, so I suppose," said the director, laughing, "and with your faces
to the nag's head.  If you tell me you look towards the tail I shall not
believe you.  But seriously, can you stick on a horse tightly when at
full gallop?"

"Oliver West can, sir," replied Ingleborough.  "He's a regular centaur

"Nonsense!  Don't flatter," cried West.  "I can ride a bit, sir; but
Ingleborough rides as if he were part of a horse.  He's accustomed to
taking long rides across the veldt every morning."

"Oh, we can ride, sir," said Ingleborough coolly; "but whether we can
ride well enough to distance the Boers has to be proved."

"I'll mount you, my boys, on such a pair of ponies as the Boers haven't
amongst them," said the director warmly.  "Do you know my stables--the
rough ones and enclosure I have had made?"

"We heard something about the new stabling near the mine, sir," said
West; "but we've been too busy to pay much heed."

"Come and pay heed now, then."

The speaker led the way towards the great mine buildings, and halted at
a gate in a newly set-up fence of corrugated-iron, passing through which
their eyes were gladdened by the sight of about a dozen of the rough,
sturdy little cobs bred by the Basutos across country, and evidently
under the charge of a couple of Kaffirs, who came hurrying up at the
sight of their "baas," as they termed him.

Here Ingleborough soon displayed the knowledge he had picked up in
connection with horses by selecting two clever-looking muscular little
steeds, full of spirit and go, but quite ready to prove how little they
had been broken in, and promising plenty of work to their riders if they
expected to keep in their saddles.

"Be too fresh for you?" said the owner.

"We shall soon take the freshness out of them, poor things!" said
Ingleborough.  "Would you mind having them bridled and saddled, sir?"

The order was given, and, after a good deal of trouble and narrowly
escaping being kicked, the Kaffirs brought the pair selected up to where
the despatch-riders were standing with the director.

Ingleborough smiled, and then bade the two Kaffirs to stand on the far
side of the ponies, which began to resent the Kaffirs' flank movements
by sidling up towards the two young men.

"Ready?" said Ingleborough, in a low, sharp tone.



They both sprang into their saddles, to the intense astonishment of the
ponies, one of which made a bound and dashed off round the enclosure at
full speed, while the other, upon which West was mounted, reared
straight up, and, preserving its balance upon its hind legs, kept on
snorting, while it sparred out with its fore hoofs as if striking at
some imaginary enemy, till the rider brought his hand down heavily upon
the restive beast's neck.  The blow acted like magic, for the pony
dropped on all-fours directly, gave itself a shake as if to rid itself
of saddle and rider, and then uttered a loud neigh which brought its
galloping companion alongside.

"Humph!" ejaculated their new friend; "I needn't trouble myself about
your being able to manage your horses, my lads.  Will these do?"

"Splendidly, sir," cried West.

"There they are, then, at your service!"  And, after a few directions to
the Kaffirs about having them ready when wanted, the party left the
enclosure and separated with a few friendly words, the despatch-bearers
making once more for the Commandant's quarters to report what they had
done so far, and to obtain a pass which would ensure them a ready
passage through the lines and by the outposts.

They were soon ushered into the Commandant's presence, and he nodded his
satisfaction with the report of their proceedings before taking up a pen
and writing a few lines upon an official sheet of paper.

"That will clear you both going and returning," said he, folding and
handing the permit.  "Now then, when do you start?"

"Directly, sir," said Ingleborough, who was the one addressed.

"No," said the Commandant.  "You must wait a few hours.  Of course it is
important that the despatch be delivered as soon as possible; but you
must lose time sooner than run risks.  If you go now, you will be seen
by the enemy and be having your horses shot down--perhaps share their
fate.  So be cautious, and now once more goodbye, my lads.  I shall look
forward to seeing you back with an answering despatch."

This was their dismissal, and they hurried away to have another look to
their horses, and to see that they were well-fed, before obtaining a
meal for themselves and a supply of food to store in their haversacks.

"There's nothing like a bit of foresight," said Ingleborough.  "We must
eat, and going in search of food may mean capture and the failure of our

The time was gliding rapidly on, the more quickly to West from the state
of excitement he was in; but the only important thing he could
afterwards remember was that twice over they ran against Anson, who
seemed to be watching their actions, and the second time West drew his
companion's attention to the fact.

"Wants to see us off," said Ingleborough.  "I shouldn't be surprised
when we come back to find that he has eluded Norton and gone."

"Where?" said West.

"Oh, he'll feel that his chance here is completely gone, and he'll make
for the Cape and take passage for England."

"If the Boers do not stop him."

"Of course," replied Ingleborough.  "It's my impression that he has
smuggled a lot of diamonds, though we couldn't bring it home to him."

"I suppose it's possible," said West thoughtfully.  "But isn't it likely
that he may make his way over to the enemy?"

Ingleborough looked at the speaker sharply.

"That's not a bad idea of yours," he said slowly; "but, if he does and
he is afterwards caught, things might go very awkwardly for his
lordship, and that flute of his will be for sale."

"Flute for sale?  What do you mean?  From poverty?--no one would employ
him.  Oh!  I understand now.  Horrible!  You don't think our people
would shoot him?"

"Perhaps not," said Ingleborough coldly; "but they'd treat him as a
rebel and a spy.  But there, it's pretty well time we started.  Come

Within half an hour they were mounted and off on their perilous journey,
passing outpost after outpost and having to make good use of their pass,
till, just as it was getting dusk, they parted from an officer who rode
out with them towards the Boers' encircling lines.

"There," he said, "you've got the enemy before you, and you'd better
give me your pass."

"Why?" said West sharply.

"Because it has been a source of protection so far: the next time you
are challenged it will be a danger."

"Of course," said Ingleborough.  "Give it up, Oliver."

"Or destroy it," said the officer carelessly: "either will do."

"Thanks for the advice," said West, and they shook hands and parted, the
officer riding back to join his men.

"You made him huffy by being suspicious," said Ingleborough.

"I'm sorry, but one can't help being suspicious of everything and
everybody at a time like this.  What do you say about destroying the
Commandant's pass?"

"I'm divided in my opinion."

"So am I," said West.  "One moment I think it best: the next I am for
keeping it in case we fall into the hands of some of our own party.  On
the whole, I think we had better keep it and hide it.  Let's keep it
till we are in danger."

"Chance it?" said Ingleborough laconically.  "Very well; only don't
leave it till it is too late."

"I'll mind," said West, and, as they rode out over the open veldt and
into the gloom of the falling night, they kept a sharp look-out till
they had to trust more to their ears for notice of danger, taking care
to speak only in a whisper, knowing as they did that at any moment they
might receive a challenge from the foe.

"What are you doing?" said Ingleborough suddenly, after trying to make
out what his companion was doing.  "Not going to eat yet, surely?"

"No--only preparing for the time when I must.  Look here."

"Too dark," said Ingleborough, leaning towards his companion.

"Very well, then, I'll tell you: I'm making a sandwich."

"Absurd!  What for?"

"I'll tell you.  You can't see, but this is what I'm doing.  I've two
slices of bread here, and I'm putting between them something that is not
good food for Boers.  That's it.  I've doubled the pass in half, and
stuck it between two slices.  If we have the bad luck to be taken
prisoners I shall be very hungry, and begin eating the sandwich and the
pass.  I don't suppose it will do me any harm."

"Capital idea," said Ingleborough, laughing.

"That's done," said West, replacing his paper sandwich in his haversack,
and a few minutes later, as they still rode slowly on, Ingleborough
spoke again.

"What now?" he said.

"Making another sandwich," was the reply.


"Yes, of the Mafeking despatch."

"Ah, of course; but you will not eat that?"

"Only in the last extremity."

"Good," said Ingleborough, "and I hope we shall have no last extremes."

He had hardly spoken when a sharp challenge in Boer-Dutch rang out,
apparently from about fifty yards to their left, and, as if in obedience
to the demand, the two Basuto ponies the young men rode stopped

Ingleborough leaned down sidewise and placed his lips close to his
companion's ear.

"Which is it to be?" he said.  "One is as easy as the other--forward or

"One's as safe as the other," replied West, under his breath.

They were in the act of pressing their horses' sides to urge them on
when there was a flash of light from the position of the man who had
uttered the challenge, and almost immediately the humming, buzzing sound
as of a large beetle whizzing by them in its nocturnal flight, and at
the same moment there was the sharp crack of a rifle.



"Bless 'em!" said Anson to himself that same evening, "I don't wish 'em
any harm.  I only hope that before they've gone far the Boers will
challenge them.

"I can almost see it now: getting dark, and an outpost challenges.
`Come on, gallop!' says old Ingle, and they stick their spurs into their
nags and are off over the veldt.  Then _crack, cracky crack_, go the
rifles till the saddles are emptied and two gallant defenders of
Kimberley and brave despatch-riders lie kicking in the dust.

"Ugh!  How.  I should like to be there with my flute.  I'd stand and
look on till they'd given their last kick and stretched themselves out
straight, and then I'd play the `Dead March' in `Saul' all over 'em
both.  Don't suppose they'd know; but if they could hear it they
wouldn't sneer at my `tootling old flute'--as Ingle called it--any more.

"Urrrr!  I hated the pair of 'em.  Ingle was a hound--a regular
sniffing, smelling-out hound, and Noll West a miserable, sneaking cur.
Beasts!  So very good and nice and straightforward.  Hundreds of
thousands of pounds' worth--yes, millions' worth of diamonds being
scraped together by the company, and a poor fellow not allowed to have a
handful.  I don't say it's the thing to steal 'em; but who would steal?
Just a bit of nice honest trade--buy in the cheapest market and sell in
the dearest.  It's what the company does, but nobody else ought to, of
course.  Who's going to ask every Kaffir who comes to you and says: `Buy
a few stones, baas?'  `Where do you get 'em from?'  Not me.  They've as
good a right to 'em as the company, and if I like to do a bit of honest
trade I will, in spite of the miserable laws they make.  Hang their
laws!  What are they to me?  Illicit-diamond-buying!  Police force, eh?
A snap of the fingers for it!

"A bit sooner than I expected," mused the flute-player.  "A few months
more, and I should have made a very big thing if the Boers hadn't upset
it all and Master Ingle hadn't been so precious clever!  Never mind: it
isn't so very bad now!  I'll be off while my shoes are good.  I don't
believe the Boers have got round to the south yet, and, if they have, I
don't believe it'll matter.  Say they do stop me, it'll only be: `Who
are you--and where are you going?'  Down south or west or anywhere, to
do a bit of trade.  I'm sloping off--that's what I'm doing--because the
British are trying to force me to volunteer to fight against my old
friends the Boers.  I'll soft-soap and butter 'em all over, and play 'em
a tune or two upon the flute, and offer 'em some good tobacco.  They
won't stop me."

The quiet, plump, thoughtful-looking muser was on his way to a farm just
beyond the outskirts of Kimberley, as he walked slowly through the
darkness, hardly passing a soul; and he rubbed his hands softly at last
as he came in sight of a dim gleaming lantern some distance ahead.

"All ready and waiting," he said softly, and now he increased his pace a
little in his excitement, but only to stop short and look back once or
twice as if to make sure that he was not followed.  But, neither seeing
nor hearing anything, he rubbed his hands again, muttered to himself
something about wiping his shoes of the whole place, and went on

"Das you, baas?" said a thick guttural voice just above the lantern.

"Yes, this is me," replied Anson.  "Team in-spanned?"

"Yaas, baas: big long time ago.  Not tink baas come."

"But I said I would," replied Anson.  "Got the water-barrel slung

The man grunted, Anson gave an order or two in a low tone, and in
response to a shout a dimly-seen team of great bullocks roughly
harnessed to the dissel boom and trek tow of a long covered-in wagon
began to trudge slowly along over the rough track which led to the main
road leading south.  A second man led the way, while the Kaffir with the
light swung himself up onto the great box in front of the wagon and drew
out an unusually long whip, after hanging his horn lantern to a hook in
the middle of the arched tilt over his head.

"Baas come alon' heah?" said the man.

"No, go on, and I'll walk behind for a bit," said Anson, in a low tone
of voice.  "Go on quietly, and keep off the track.  Go straight away
till I tell you to turn off."

The Kaffir grunted, and the oxen plodded on at their slow
two-mile-an-hour rate, leaving the last sign of occupation far behind,
Anson twice over giving instructions to the man who was leading which
way to steer, the result being that the creaking wagon was driven right
away south and west over the open veldt, avoiding the various farms and
places till Kimberley was left far behind.

It was a bright starlit night, and the long procession of big bullocks
looked weird and strange in the gloom, for at times they seemed to be
drawing nothing, so closely did the tilt of the great lightly-loaded
wagon assimilate with the drab dusty tint of the parched earth and the
dusky-coloured scrub which the great wheels crushed down.

The driver sat on the box with his huge whip, his shoulders well up and
his head down, driving mechanically, and seeming to be asleep, while the
voorlooper kept pace with the leading oxen, and hour after hour passed
away without a word being spoken.

So the night wore on, the only watchful eyes being those of Anson, who
kept on straining them forward right and left, while his ears twitched
as he listened for the sounds which he knew would be uttered by a Boer

But no challenge came, and the fugitive breathed more freely as the
stars paled, a long, low, sickly streak began to spread in the east, and
the distance of the wide-spreading desolate veldt grew more clear.

"I knew they wouldn't be on the look-out," said Anson to himself, in an
exulting fashion.  "Hah!  I'm all right, and I wonder how West and Ingle
have got on."

It was growing broad daylight when the thoughtful-looking ex-clerk
climbed up to the side of the driver.

"How far to the fontein?" he said.

"One hour, baas," was the reply.

"Is there plenty of grass?"

"Plenty, baas.  Bullock much eat and drink."

The information proved quite correct, for within the specified time--the
team having stepped out more readily, guided as they were by their
instinct to where water, grass, and rest awaited them--and soon after
the great orange globe had risen above what looked like the rim of the
world, the wagon was pulled up at the edge of a broad crack in the dusty
plain, where the bottom of the spruit could be seen full of rich green
grass besprinkled with flowers, through which ran the clear waters of an
abundant stream.

A fire was soon lighted, a billy hung over it to boil, and Anson, after
watching the team, which had dragged their load so well and so far,
munching away at the juicy grass, began to get out the necessaries
connected with his own meal.

"Hah!" he said softly, as he rubbed his hands; "sorry I haven't got my
two fellow-clerks to breakfast: it would have been so nice and Ugh!" he
growled, shading his eyes to give a final look round, for there in the
distance, evidently following the track by which he had come through the
night, there was a little knot of horsemen cantering along, and from
time to time there came a flash of light caused by the horizontal beams
of the sun striking upon rifle-barrel or sword.

Anson's hands dropped to his sides, and he looked to right, left, and
behind him as if meditating flight.  Then his eyes went in the direction
of his oxen, freshly outspanned, but he turned frowningly away as he
felt that even with the team already in their places, the lumbering
bullocks could not have been forced into a speed which the horses could
not have overtaken in a few yards at a canter.

Then he shaded his eyes again to have a good look at the party of

"Police," he said, in a hiss.  "Yes, and that's Norton.  _Hfff_!"

He drew in his breath, making a peculiar sound, and then, as if
satisfied with the course he meant to pursue, he went back to the fire
and continued his preparations for his meal, apparently paying no heed
to the party of mounted police till they cantered up and came to a halt
by the wagon.

"Hallo, constables!" cried Anson boisterously; "who'd have thought of
seeing--Why, it's you, Mr Norton!"

"Yes," said the superintendent.  "You seem surprised!"

"Why, of course I am.  Got something on the way?  Anyone been smuggling

"Yes," said the officer shortly.

"Sorry for them then, for I suppose you mean to catch 'em."

"I do," said the officer warningly.

"That's right; I'm just going to have some breakfast: will you have a
snack with me?"

"No, thank you.  I'm on business."

"Ah, you are a busy man, Mr Norton; but let bygones be bygones.  Have a
snack with me!  You're welcome."

"I told you I was on business, Master Anson.  Now, if you please, where
are you going?"

"Where am I going?" said Anson warmly.  "Why, down south.  What's the
good of my staying in Kimberley?"

"I can't answer that question, sir.  Where's your pass?"

"Pass?  What pass?"

"Your permit from the magistrate to leave the town."

"Permit?  Nonsense!" cried Anson.  "I'm turned out of the mine offices,
and I'm not going to sit and starve.  No one will give me work without a
character.  You know that."

The superintendent nodded.

"Perhaps not," he said; "but you are still a suspect, and you have no
right to leave the town."

"I'm not a prisoner," said Anson defiantly, "and I'm going on my lawful
way.  What have you to say to that?"

"In plain English, that I believe you are going off to escape arrest and
to carry off your plunder."

"My what?  Plunder?  Why, it's sickening!  Didn't you come to my place
and thoroughly search it?"

"I did search your room, but found nothing, because I believe you had
everything too well hidden.  Now then, if you please, what have you got
in your wagon?"

"Nothing but provisions and my clothes!  Why?"

"Because of your sudden flight."

"My sudden what?" said Anson, laughing.

"You know what I said, sir.  Your sudden flight!"

"My sudden nonsense!" cried Anson angrily.  "I have told you why I came

"Yes," said the superintendent; "but I'm not satisfied that this move
does not mean that you have smuggled diamonds here with you to carry to
where you can dispose of them."

"Well, it's of no use to argue with a policeman," said Anson coolly.
"You had better make another search."



"That's just what I'm going to do, Master Anson," was the reply, given

"All right," said Anson nonchalantly.  "Search away; but, if I was in
the police and had a good tip given me as to where the plunder I was
after had been planted, I don't think I should waste time hunting blind
leads, and letting the real culprits have plenty of time to get away."

"But then you are not in the police, sir," said the superintendent, with
a nod.  "So first of all I'll let my men run over you and your Kaffirs."

"Wait till I've lit a cigar first," said Anson, taking out a case, and
then laughing, for the police officer was watching him keenly.  "That's
right; there are three or four diamonds in every one of these cigars,
and as I smoke you'll notice that I don't burn much of the end I light,
but that I keep on biting off bits of the leaf till I get to the
diamonds, and then I swallow them."

He held out his cigar-case, and the superintendent took it and began to
feel the cigars, till Anson burst out laughing.

"Don't pinch them too hard," he cried, "or you'll break them, and then
they won't draw."

The officer returned the cigar-case with an angry ejaculation, and
glanced round as if hesitating where to begin, while the horses of his
men began to imitate the action of the oxen, nibbling away at the rich
grass surrounding the pleasant spring.

"I say, Robert," said Anson, and the superintendent started at the
familiar nickname: "I'd look smart over the business, for the Boers have
been here lately to water their horses, and if they should by any chance
come back it might mean a journey for you and your men to Pretoria."

"And you too, if they did come," said the officer surlily.

"Oh, I don't know," said Anson airily.  "I don't believe they would stop
a man with an empty wagon going south on a peaceful journey."

"They'd take you and your wagon and span, sir," said the officer

"Look here, I don't believe the Boers would behave half so badly to me
as my own people have done.  But aren't you going to search?"

"Yes," said the superintendent sharply.  "Your rifle, please."

Anson unslung it from where it hung in the wagon, and the officer took
it, examined the stock and the plate at the end of the butt, to be sure
that there were no secret places scooped out of the wood, before he
opened the breech and withdrew the ball cartridges, holding the empty
barrels up to his eyes.

"That's right," cried Anson; "but have a good look round for squalls--I
mean Boers.  Gun-barrels don't make half bad things to squint through
when you haven't got a binocular."

"Bah!" said the superintendent angrily, replacing the cartridges and
closing the breech with a snap.  "But you have a pair of glasses slung
across your shoulder, sir.  Have the goodness to pass the case here."

Anson obeyed willingly enough, giving his slung case up for the rifle
that was returned.

"There you are," he said, "and when you've done I suppose you'd like to
search my clothes and my skin.  But I haven't anything there, and I
haven't cut myself to slip diamonds inside my hide, and there are none
in my ears or boots."

"It's my duty to have you searched all the same," said the
superintendent.  "Here, two of you go carefully over Mr Anson, while
you three hitch up your horses there and make a close search throughout
the wagon."

Anson chuckled as the men began promptly to pass their hands over his
clothes, turn out his pockets, and haul off his boots, their chief,
after satisfying himself that the binocular case had no false bottom or
precious stones inside the instrument itself, looking searchingly on.

Satisfied at last that his captive had nothing concealed about him, and
frowning heavily at the malicious grin of contempt in which Anson
indulged, the superintendent turned to the men examining the oxen so as
to satisfy himself that none of the heavy dull brutes had been provided
with false horns riveted over their own and of greater length so as to
allow room for a few diamonds in each.

Then the dissel boom was examined to see if it had been bored out
somewhere and plugged to cover the illicitly-acquired diamonds thrust

But no: the great pole of the wagon was perfectly solid; there were no
stones stuck in the grease used to anoint the wheels; there was no sign
anywhere outside the wagon of boring or plugging; and at last the
superintendent, after carefully avoiding Anson's supercilious grin,
turned to give a final look round before giving up the search.

Was there anywhere else likely?

Yes; there were the bags of mealies and the water-cask slung beneath the
wain, both nearly full, the cask to give forth a sound when it was
shaken, and the sacks ready to be emptied out upon a wagon sheet and
shed their deep buff-coloured grains, hard, clean, and sweet, in a great
heap, which was spread out more and more till they were about two deep,
but showed not a sign of a smuggled stone.

"Fill the bags again, my lads," said the police superintendent, "and
let's have a look at what's inside the wagon."

"We've searched everything there," said a sergeant gruffly.

"I have not," replied the superintendent sharply.  "Let me see."

"But you haven't looked in the water-cask," said Anson mockingly; "turn
the water out on to the wagon sheet.  It won't stay there, of course;
but we can easily get some more.  Do you think diamonds would melt in

"Try one and see," cried the superintendent angrily, as he turned away,
to stand looking on while every article that could by any possibility
have been made to act as a vehicle to hide smuggled diamonds had been
examined and replaced.

"We've been sold, eh?" said the sergeant, looking up in his
superintendent's eyes at last.

"It seems like it," was the reply.  "There's nothing here."

Just then Anson, who had been lighting a fresh cigar, came up to him

"Haven't done, have you?" he said.

"Yes: quite," was the gruff reply.

"Oh, I am sorry you haven't had better luck," said Anson, in a mock
sympathetic tone.  "It must be terribly disappointing, after expecting
to make a big capture."

"Very," said the superintendent, looking the speaker searchingly in the

"Well, I said something to you before, but you took no notice."

"Oh yes, I did."

"But you didn't act on my tip.  It seems like playing the sneak, but
that's what they did to me, so I don't mind paying them back in their
own coin."

"Pay whom?"

"The two who informed on me to save their own skins."

"I do not understand you."

"Oh dear, what fools you clever men are!"

"What do you mean?"

"Bah!  And you call yourself a police officer.  I'd make a better one
out of a Dutch doll."

"Once more, what do you mean?"

"Rub the dust out of your eyes, man."

"There's none there."

"Tchah!  Your eyes are full of the dust those two threw there.  Can't
you see?"


"Well, I am surprised at you," cried Anson; "and after such a hint too!
Can't you see that they've been a-playing upon you--setting you off on a
blind lead to keep your attention while they went off with a big parcel
of diamonds?"

"What!  West and Ingleborough?"

"To be sure!  What should they want to volunteer for, and risk capture
by the Boers, if they hadn't something to gain by it?"

"Well, they had something to gain--honour and promotion."

"Pish!" cried Anson; "they want something better than that!  You've been
had, squire.  You've been set to catch poor innocent, lamb-like me, and
all the while those two foxes have been stealing away with the plunder."

"What!" cried the superintendent.

"I spoke plainly enough," said Anson, smiling pleasantly.

"Yes, you spoke plainly enough," said the superintendent; "but it's
nothing to laugh at, sir."

"Why, it's enough to make a cat laugh.  Well, I wish you better luck,"
said Anson, "and if you do catch up to Oliver West I hope you'll slip
the handcuffs on him at once and make him part with his smuggled swag."

"You may trust me for that," said the superintendent grimly.

"I shall," said Anson, smiling broadly.  "Glad you came after me, so
that I could put you on the right track."

"So am I," said the police officer, with a peculiar look.

"And I'm sorry I cut up so rough," continued Anson, smiling, as he
apologised; "but you know, it isn't nice to be stopped and overhauled as
I have been."

"Of course it isn't," said the officer drily; "but in my profession one
can't afford to study people's feelings."

"No, no, of course not.  But don't apologise."

"I was not going to," said the superintendent; "I'm sorry, though, to
find out that West is such a scamp.  Why, Ingleborough must be as bad."

"Or worse," said Anson, grinning.

"Yes, because he's older.  Why, I quite trusted that fellow."

"Ah, you're not the first man who has been deceived, sir."

"Of course not; but by the way, Mr Anson, why didn't you say something
of this kind in your defence when Ingleborough charged you before the

"Why didn't I say something about it?  Why, because I didn't know.  It
only came to me too late.  But there, you know now; and, as I said
before, I wish you luck and a good haul, only unfortunately they've got
a good start and you'll have your work cut out.  Going?  Goodbye then."

"Goodbye?" said the superintendent, using the word as a question.

"Yes, of course.  I'm going to chance it.  I don't suppose we shall meet
any Boers."

"No; I don't think you'll meet any Boers," said the officer, in so
meaning a way that Anson grew uneasy.

"Why do you speak like that?" he said sharply.

"Only that it isn't goodbye, Mr Anson."

"Not goodbye?  Yes, it is.  I'm off to the south at once."

"No, sir; you're going north with me.  You area suspected person, Mr
Anson.  I am not altogether satisfied with my search, nor yet with your
very ingenious story."

"Then search again?" cried Anson excitedly.

"Not here, sir.  I'll have a careful look over the wagon when we get
back to Kimberley."

"You don't mean to say you are going to drag me back to Kimberley?"

"I do, sir, and you ought to be thankful, for you'd never pass through
the Boers' lines further south."

"But you have thoroughly searched me and my wagon."

"I have told you that I am not satisfied," said the officer coldly;
"and, even if I were, I should take you back with me all the same."

"Why?  What for?"

"To face this Mr West and his companion if we capture them and bring
them back."

"But what's that to me?"

"Only this: you are the informer, and will have to give evidence against
them when they are examined.  Now, please, no more words, Mr Anson; you
are my prisoner.  Quick, boys!  Get the team in-spanned and the wagon
turned the other way."

"But breakfast," said Anson, with a groan.  "I must have something to

"The billy is boiling," said the sergeant to his chief, in a
confidential tone, "and the bullocks would be all the better for an
hour's feed, sir."

The superintendent looked sharply towards the fire and the prisoner's
provisions, and shaded his eyes and gazed for some minutes south.

"You're right," he said.  "Send two men off a good mile forward as
outposts, and let the oxen feed.--Now, Mr Anson, I'll take breakfast
with you if you'll have me for a guest."

"Yes; I can't help myself," said the prisoner bitterly; "and suppose I
shan't have a chance given me to make your tea agreeable with something
I have in the wagon."

"No; I don't think you will, sir, thanks."

"But I can sit and wish you luck, my friend, and my wish is this--that a
commando may swoop down upon you and your gang."

"Thanks once more," said the superintendent grimly.  "There, sit down,
sir, and I'll preside and send you your breakfast."

This was done, the repast made, and, as soon as two of the constables
had finished, they were sent off to relieve their rear-guard, sending
them on to have their meal, and with orders to fall back towards the
wagon a quarter of an hour after the relief had been made.

All this was duly carried out, the oxen in-spanned, and the wagon began
its lumbering course back towards Kimberley, the black driver and
voorlooper taking their places in the most unconcerned way, as if it
were all in the day's work, while Anson, after eating voraciously, had a
fit of the sulks, watching narrowly the movements of the police.  After
a moment's indecision he climbed upon the box in the front of the wagon
and in doing so glanced at his rifle, which hung in its slings close to
his head.

"Six of them," he said to himself, as he smiled pleasantly.  "I could
bring down the chief and one more easily; but that wouldn't scare the
rest away.  Odds are too heavy, and one don't want to be taken and
hanged.  They are so particular about a policeman being hurt!  Never
mind; I daresay my luck will turn--fool as I was to try that dodge on
about those two going off with the smuggled loot.  I'll wait.  Here goes
to whistle for the Boers, as the sailors do for wind."

Saying this, he drew out the little mahogany case which held his flute,
and coolly took the pieces and fitted them together, before crossing his
legs upon the rough seat and beginning to blow, keeping up a series of
the most doleful old Scotch and Irish laments, while the oxen plodded on
and the police rode by the wagon side, listening and looking in vain for
any sign tending to point out the fact that the flautist was a dishonest
dealer in the coveted crystals which were so hard to get, but all the
same keeping a keen look-out for danger in the shape of advancing Boers.



The report of the rifle was magical in its effect upon the Basuto
ponies, each rearing up on its hind legs and striking out with its
forefeet; but the same punishment was meted out by the riders--namely, a
sharp tap between the ears with the barrels of the rifles--and the
result was that beyond fidgeting they stood fairly still, while _flash,
flash, flash_, three more shots were fired.  The bullets whizzed by with
their peculiar noise, sounding quite close, but probably nowhere near
the riders--those who fired judging in the darkness quite by sound.

"Let's keep on at a walk," whispered West; but, low as his utterance
was, the sound reached an enemy's ears.

"Mind what you're about!" said someone close at hand, evidently
mistaking the speaker for a friend; "one of those bullets went pretty
close to my ear.  Whereabouts are they?"

"Away to the right," whispered Ingleborough, in Dutch.

"Come on then," said the former speaker.  "_Ck_!"

The pony the man rode made a plunge as if spurs had been suddenly dug
into its sides, and the dull beat of its hoofs on the dusty soil told of
the course its rider was taking.

West was about to speak when the rapid beating of hoofs came from his
left, and he had hard work to restrain his own mount from joining a
party of at least a dozen of the enemy as they swept by noisily in the

"What do the fools think they are going to do by galloping about like
that?" said Ingleborough gruffly.

"If they had kept still they might have caught us.  Hallo!  Firing

Three or four shots rang out on the night air, and away in front of the
pair the beating of hoofs was heard again.

"Why, the country seems alive with them," whispered West.  "Hadn't we
better keep on?"

"Yes, we must chance it," was the reply.  "No one can see us twenty
yards away."

"And we ought to make the most of the darkness."

"Hist!" whispered Ingleborough, and his companion sat fast, listening to
the movements of a mounted man who was evidently proceeding cautiously
across their front from left to right.  Then the dull sound of hoofs
ceased--went on again--ceased once more for a time, so long that West
felt that their inimical neighbour must have stolen away, leaving the
coast quite clear.

He was about to say so to Ingleborough, but fortunately waited a little
longer, and then started, for there was the impatient stamp of a horse,
followed by a sound that suggested the angry jerking of a rein, for the
animal plunged and was checked again.

As far as the listeners could make out, a mounted man was not forty
yards away, and the perspiration stood out in great drops upon West's
brow as he waited for the discovery which he felt must be made.  For a
movement on the part of either of the ponies, or a check of the rein to
keep them from stretching down their necks to graze, would have been
enough.  But they remained abnormally still, and at last, to the
satisfaction and relief of both, the Boer vedette moved off at a trot,
leaving the pair of listeners once more free to breathe.

"That was a narrow escape!" said West, as soon as their late companion
was fairly out of hearing.

"Yes.  I suppose we ought to have dismounted and crawled up to him and
put a bullet through his body," answered Ingleborough.

"Ugh!  Don't talk about it!" replied West.  "I suppose we shall have
plenty of such escapes as this before we have done."

"You're right!  But we can move on now, and--Hist!  There are some more
on the left."

"I don't hear anyone.  Yes, I do.  Sit fast; there's a strong party
coming along."

West was quite right, a body of what might have been a hundred going by
them at a walk some eighty or ninety yards away, and at intervals a
short sharp order was given in Boer-Dutch which suggested to West
commands in connection with his own drill, "Right incline!" or "Left
incline!" till the commando seemed to have passed right away out of

"Now then," said West softly, "let's get on while we have the chance."

The words were hardly above his breath, but in the utter stillness of
the night on the veldt they penetrated sufficiently far, and in an
instant both the despatch-riders knew what the brief orders they had
heard meant, namely that as the commando rode along a trooper was
ordered to rein up at about every hundred yards and was left as a

For no sooner had West spoken than there was a sharp challenge to left
and right, running away along a line, and directly after the reports of
rifles rang out and bullets whizzed like insects through the dark night
air.  Many flew around and over the heads of the fugitives; for the
moment the discovery was made West and Ingleborough pressed their
ponies' sides and went forward at full gallop to pass through the fire
in front of them.

It was close work, for guided by the sounds of the ponies' hoofs, the
Boers kept on firing, one shot being from close at hand--so close that
the flash seemed blinding, the report tremendous.  This was followed by
a sharp shock, the two companions, as they tore on, cannoning against
the vedette, West's pony striking the horse in his front full upon the
shoulder and driving the poor beast right in the way of Ingleborough's,
with the consequence that there was a second collision which sent the
Boer and his horse prostrate, Ingleborough's pony making a bound which
cleared the struggling pair, and then racing forward alongside of its
stable companion, when they galloped on shoulder to shoulder.  They were
followed by a scattered fire of bullets, and when these ceased West
turned in his saddle and listened, to hear the heavy beat of many hoofs,
telling of pursuit; but the despatch-riders were well through the line,
and galloped on at full speed for the next half-hour, when they
slackened down and gradually drew rein and listened.

"Can't hear a sound!" said West.

"Nor I," replied Ingleborough, after a pause.  "So now let's breathe our
nags and go steadily, for we may very likely come upon another of these
lines of mounted men."

A short consultation was then held respecting the line of route to be
followed as likely to be the most clear of the enemy.

"I've been thinking," said Ingleborough, "that our best way will be to
strike off west, and after we are over the river to make a good long

West said nothing, but rode on by his companion's side, letting his pony
have a loose rein so that the sure-footed little beast could pick its
way and avoid stones.

"I think that will be the best plan," said Ingleborough, after a long

Still West was silent.

"What is it?" said his companion impatiently.

"I was thinking," was the reply.

"Well, you might say something," continued Ingleborough, in an ill-used
tone.  "It would be more lively if you only gave a grunt."


It was as near an imitation as the utterer could give, and Ingleborough

"Thanks," he said.  "That's a little more cheering.  I've been thinking,
too, that if we make this detour to the west we shall get into some
rougher country, where we can lie up among the rocks of some kopje when
it gets broad daylight."

"And not go on during the day?"

"Certainly not; for two reasons: our horses could not keep on without
rest, and we should certainly be seen by the Boers who are crowding over
the Vaal."  West was silent again.

"Hang it all!" cried Ingleborough.  "Not so much as a grunt now!  Look
here, can you propose a better plan?"

"I don't know about better, but I was thinking quite differently from

"Let's have your way then."

"Perhaps you had better not.  You have had some experience in your rides
out on excursions with Mr Norton, and I daresay your plan is a better
one than mine."

"I don't know," said Ingleborough shortly.  "Let's hear yours."


"Let's--hear--yours," cried the other imperatively, and his voice
sounded so harsh that West felt annoyed, and he began:

"Well, I thought of doing what you propose at first."

"Naturally: it seems the likeliest way."

"But after turning it over in my mind it seemed to me that the Boers
would all be hurrying across the border and scouring our country,
looking in all directions as they descended towards Kimberley."

"Yes, that's right enough.  But go on; don't hesitate.  It's your
expedition, and I'm only second."

"So I thought that we should have a far better chance and be less likely
to meet with interruption if we kept on the east side of the Vaal till
it turned eastward, and then, if we could get across, go on north
through the enemy's country."

"Invade the Transvaal with an army consisting of one officer and one

"There!" cried West pettishly.  "I felt sure that you would ridicule my

"Then you were all wrong, lad," cried Ingleborough warmly, "for, so far
from ridiculing your plans, I think them capital.  There's success in
them from the very cheek of the idea--I beg your pardon: I ought to say
audacity.  Why, of course, if we can only keep clear of the wandering
commandos--and I think we can if we travel only by night--we shall find
that nearly everyone is over the border on the way to the siege of
Kimberley, and when we stop at a farm, as we shall be obliged to for
provisions, we shall only find women and children."

"But they'll give warning of our having been there on our way to

"No, they will not.  How will they know that we are going to Mafeking if
we don't tell them?  I'm afraid we must make up a tale.  Perhaps you'll
be best at that.  I'm not clever at fibbing."

"I don't see that we need tell the people lies," said West shortly.

"Then we will not," said his companion.  "Perhaps we shall not be asked;
but if we are I shall say that we are going right away from the fighting
because we neither of us want to kill any Boers."

"Humph!" grunted West.

"What, doesn't that suit you?  It's true enough.  I don't want to kill
any Boers, and I'm sure you don't.  Why, when you come to think that we
shall be telling this to women whose husbands, sons, or brothers have
been commandoed, we are sure to be treated as friends."

"We had better act on your plan," said West, "and then we need make up
no tales."

"Wait a minute," said Ingleborough.  "Pull up."

West obeyed, and their ponies began to nibble the herbage.

"Now listen: can you hear anything?"

West was silent for nearly a minute, passed in straining his ears to
catch the slightest sound.

"Nothing," he said at last.

"Nothing," said his companion.  "Let's jump down!"

West followed his companion's example, and swung himself out of the

"Now get between the nags' heads and hold them still.  You and they will
form three sides of a square: I'm going to be the fourth."

"What for?"

"To light a match."

"Oh, don't stop to smoke now," said West reproachfully.  "Let's get on."

"Who's going to smoke, old Jump-at-conclusions?  I'm going to carry out
our plan."

_Scratch_! and a match blazed up, revealing Ingleborough's face as he
bent down over it to examine something bright held in one hand--
something he tried to keep steady till the match burned close to his
fingers and was crushed out.

"Horses' heads are now pointing due north," he said.  "Keep where you
are till I'm mounted.  That's right!  Now then, up you get!  That's
right!  Now then!  Right face--forward!"

"But you're going east."

"Yes," said Ingleborough, with a little laugh, "and I'm going with West
or by West all the same.  We must keep on till we get to the railway,
cross it, and then get over the border as soon as we can."

"What, follow out my plan?"

"Of course!  It's ten times better than mine.  Look here, my dear boy,
you are a deal too modest.  Recollect that you are in command, and that
my duty is to obey."


"Sense, sir; sound sense.  I've got enough in my head to know when a
thing's good, and you may depend upon my opposing you if I feel that you
are going to act foolishly.  Once for all, your idea's capital, lad; so
let's get on as fast as we can till daybreak, and then we can lie up in
safely in the enemy's country."

In due course the railway was reached, a breeze springing up and
sweeping the sky clear so that they had a better chance of avoiding
obstacles in the way, and as soon as they were well over the line the
ponies were kept at a canter, which was only checked here and there over
broken ground.  This, however, became more plentiful as the night glided
away, but the rough land and low kopjes were the only difficulties that
they encountered on the enemy's side of the border, where they passed a
farm or two, rousing barking dogs, which kept on baying till the
fugitives were out of hearing.

At last the pale streak right in front warned them that daylight was
coming on fast, and they searched the country as they cantered on till
away more to the north a rugged eminence clearly seen against the sky
suggested itself as the sort of spot they required, and they now hurried
their ponies on till they came to a rushing, bubbling stream running in
the right direction.

"Our guide, Noll," said Ingleborough quietly; "that will lead us right
up to the kopje, where we shall find a resting-place, a good spot for
hiding, and plenty of water as well."

All proved as Ingleborough had so lightly stated; but before they
reached the shelter amongst the piled-up masses of granite and
ironstone, with shady trees growing in the cracks and crevices, their
glasses showed them quite half-a-dozen farms dotted about the plain.
They were in great doubt as to whether they were unseen when they had to
dismount and lead their willing steeds into a snug little amphitheatre
surrounded by rocks and trees, while the hollow itself was rich with
pasturage such as the horses loved best, growing upon both sides of the
clear stream whose sources were high up among the rocks.

"You see to hobbling the ponies, Noll," said Ingleborough, "while I get
up as high as I can with my glass and give an eye to the farms.  If
we've been seen someone will soon be after us.  We can't rest till we
know.  But eat your breakfast, and I'll nibble mine while I watch.
Don't take off the saddles and bridles."

West did as he was requested, and ate sparingly while he watched the
horses browsing for quite an hour, before Ingleborough came down from
the highest part of the kopje.

"It's all right," he said.  "Let's have off the saddles and bridles now.
Have you hobbled them well?"

"Look," said West.

"Capital.  I didn't doubt you; but you might have made a mistake, and if
we dropped asleep and woke up to find that the ponies were gone it would
be fatal to your despatch."

"Yes; but one of us must keep watch while the other sleeps."

"It's of no use to try, my lad.  It isn't to be done.  If we're going to
get into Mafeking in a business-like condition we must have food and
rest.  Come, the horses will not straggle away from this beautiful moist
grass, so let's lie down in this shady cave with its soft sandy bottom
and sleep hard till sunset.  Then we must be up and away again."

"But anxiety won't let me sleep," said West.  "I'll sit down and watch
till you wake, and then I'll have a short sleep while you take my

"Very well," said Ingleborough, smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" said West, frowning.

"I was only thinking that you had a very hard day yesterday and that you
have had an arduous time riding through the night."

"Yes, of course."

"Well, nature is nature!  Try and keep awake if you can!  I'm going to
lie flat on my back and sleep.  You'll follow my example in less than an

"I--will--not!" said West emphatically.

But he did, as he sat back resting his shoulders against the rock and
gazing out from the mouth of the cave where they had made themselves
comfortable at the beautiful sunlit veldt, till it all grew dark as if a
veil had been drawn over his eyes.

It was only the lids which had closed, and then, perfectly unconscious,
he sank over sidewise till he lay prone on the soft sand, sleeping
heavily, till a hand was laid upon his shoulder and he started into
wakefulness, to see that the sun had set, that the shadows were
gathering over the veldt, and then that Ingleborough was smiling in his

"Rested, old man?" he said.  "That's right.  The nags have had a
splendid feed, and they are ready for their night's work.  I haven't
seen a soul stirring.  Come on!  Let's have a good drink of water and a
feed, and by that time we ought to be ready to start."

"We ought to cross the Vaal before morning," said West.

"I doubt it," was the reply, "for it will be rather a job, as we shall
find the enemy about there.  If we get across to-morrow night we shall
have done well."

"But we shall never get to Mafeking like this."

"It's going to be a harder task than you thought for when you
volunteered so lightly, my dear boy; but we've undertaken to do it, and
do it we will.  It isn't a work of hours nor days.  It may take us
weeks.  Come along!  I'm hungry, and so are you."

"But tell me," said West, "how long have you been awake?"

"Not above a quarter of an hour.  We must have sleep and rest as well as
food.  When we've had the last we shall be ready for anything through
the night."

And so it proved as they rode on properly refreshed, meeting with no
adventure, but being startled by the barking roars of lions twice during
the night, which came to an end as they reached a very similar kopje
offering just such accommodation as they had met with on the previous

"Hah!" said Ingleborough.  "Just enough prog left for a rough breakfast.
To-morrow we shall have to begin travelling by day, so as to pay a
visit to some farm, for we can't do as the nags do, eat grass when they
can get it and nibble green shoots when they can't.  Now then, my dear
Noll, the orders for to-day are: sleep beneath this projecting shelf."

"But I say," said West, a minute or so later, "is your rifle charged?
You were wiping the barrels as we rode along."

There was no reply, for Ingleborough was fast asleep, and West soon
followed his example.



Oliver West was sleeping soundly that night from sheer fatigue; but all
the same his slumber was not pleasant, for though his body was resting
his brain was hard at work.

Before an hour had passed he was conscious of being cold, and in a
dreamy way he felt that he ought to do what under the circumstances was
impossible: that is to say, put more clothes over him, or, failing them,
as he had no more, roll himself over and over in the blanket that he had
brought strapped to his saddle-bow and only thrown over him when he lay
down to sleep.  But his body was so steeped in sleep that he did not
stir, and suffered from the freezing air of the night--so tremendous a
change from the torrid heat of mid-day out on the veldt.

Later on, about midnight, the impression came upon him that he could
hear a lion far away, seeming to make the earth quiver beneath him by
giving forth in the fierce beast's strangely ventriloquial way its
awe-inspiring roar, so puzzling to the listener as to whether it is far
off or near.  And even in his dreamy state West found himself doubting
that it could be a lion's roar that he heard so near to where
civilisation had driven off most of the savage beasts of the plain.  But
the roar came again, nearer, and in his dreams he felt sure that he was
right, and he recalled, still sleeping, the fact that now and then the
king of beasts followed one or other of the straggling herds of
antelopes quite close to the Boers' farms.  Then the curious barking
roar ceased, and with it consciousness for some time.

All at once he found himself wide awake, lying upon his back, and gazing
straight up through the transparent darkness at the stars.  He lay for
some moments wondering what had awakened him, perfectly still, and
listening intently for steps or the trampling of horses, feeling sure
that the Boers were close at hand.

Instinctively his hand was reached out to grasp the rifle, which he had
laid by his side and covered from the dew or hoar frost, whichever might
come, by throwing over it part of his blanket.

As he touched it the cold perspiration began to start from every pore,
for there was a whiff of hot breath upon his face, and he could dimly
see that some large animal was stretching down its muzzle towards him,
and for a few brief moments he lay as if paralysed, expecting to feel
himself seized and dragged away, for now came back with keen clearness
the recollection of having heard the distant roaring of a lion.

He had hardly grasped this when once more, from somewhere near, the
lion's terrifying cry arose, evidently, as he thought in a flash, one of
the companions of the huge beast at his side.  In an instant now he had
grasped the truth, for as the distant lion roared there came from his
right the peculiar stumbling movement of one of the hobbled horses
striving to get closer to where there would be human companionship, if
not protection.  "Poor beast!" thought West, as his fascinated eyes
stared at the dim shape above him, so close that it shut out from him
the light of the stars.

Then the half-paralysed listener saw clearly, for the beast raised its
head and uttered a low whinnying cry, which was answered from the
direction where the other hobbled pony was moving.

"Woho, my boy!" whispered West, with the blood now tingling through his
veins, and as the pony whinnied softly again West raised himself up with
his rifle in his right hand and stretched out his left for it to come in
contact with the soft warm muzzle of his pony, which pressed against it,
the poor brute uttering a low sigh.  Quite a minute then passed, the two
ponies remaining motionless, and West listening with every nerve on the
strain, knowing as he did that a lion must be in very close proximity,
and fully expecting every moment that there might be a tremendous bound
and the savage brute would alight either upon him or upon one of the
poor shivering beasts.

Then, from evidently pretty close at hand, there was a low muttering
growl, the barrel of West's rifle fell into his left hand as he held the
weapon pistol-wise and fired low down in the direction of the sounds.

At the flash and in company with the report there was a yelping snarl
and a couple of angry roars in quick succession.

West fired again as nearly as he could judge where the beast would be,
and the next moment Ingleborough was kneeling by his side.

"What is it--lions?" he panted.

"Yes," whispered West, whose fingers were busy re-loading, and he
listened for the next sound, but only to hear a deep sighing breath on
either side, telling that the horses had been too much terrified to
start away, or else felt that they would be safer with their masters,
and that to try to gallop off meant the springing of a savage enemy upon
their backs.

The silence continued for nearly a minute, and then there was a vicious
snarling, apparently some fifty yards away, while without a moment's
hesitation Ingleborough raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired as
nearly as he could judge at the spot from whence the noise came.  He
fired twice, the shots being so close together as almost to be like one
for a while.  Then after a perceptible interval they were echoed from
the walls of a distant kopje, and again from another, before they died

"That has startled the lions," said Ingleborough; "but I'm afraid it
will startle the Boers and bring them to see what's the matter."

"Yes, the lions are gone," said West.  "Hark at that!  Who says horses
have no sense?"

For the _crop, crop, crop_ of the browsing animals had begun again from
close at hand, and the comrades stood listening for some little time
while the otherwise unbroken stillness once more reigned.

"What's to be done?" said West.  "Shall we make a start at once, or wait
for daylight?"

"I was thinking," replied Ingleborough.  "If we start now we have the
advantage of the darkness to hide us, but the disadvantage too, for we
may go blundering right into the midst of some commando.  I don't think
the firing could do us any harm, after all, for the enemy would not be
able to tell where the sounds came from.  I think we had better stay
where we are and wait for morning."

"I think so too," said West, with a sigh of relief; "but one of us ought
to watch in case the lions come back."

"They will not come back!" said Ingleborough decisively.  "From what I
know of their habits they'll have been too much scared to risk their
lives again.  You hit one of them; there's no doubt about that."

"You think there was more than one?"

"I should say it was a family party of an old lioness and two or three
half-grown cubs."

"Then we may lie down and sleep again?"

"Yes; we must trust to our luck, Noll; there's a good deal of chance in
these affairs."

West hesitated for a few minutes, and then followed his companion's
example, lying awake for some time thinking of what a strange change
this was from his quiet life in the offices of the company; and then, as
he began to ponder over what might be to come, the subject grew too
difficult for him and he fell fast asleep.

But he was the first to awaken in the grey dawn, to find that the horses
were close at hand, browsing away contentedly enough, and ready to neigh
softly and submit to his caress when he walked up to them; while, as
soon as he had satisfied himself that they had not suffered in any way,
he walked in the direction in which he had fired during the night, to
find footprints in several directions, and in one place the dust among
some stones torn up and scattered, as if one of the brutes had fallen on
its side and scratched up the earth.  Plainer still in the way of proof
of what had happened, there were spots and smudges of blood, giving
thorough evidence that one of the lions had been wounded by the chance
shot, and had fallen, and struggled fiercely to regain its feet.

He had just arrived at this conclusion when Ingleborough found him.

"Hallo!" cried his companion; "that was a good blind shot, Noll.  Well
done, lad!  A full-grown lion too!  Look at its pads.  It must have had
a nasty flesh-wound to have bled like this."

"Do you think it'll be lying anywhere near, half-dead, or quite?"

"No!  A cat has nine lives, they say; and really this kind of beast is
very, hard to kill.  Look, there are the pugs, along with those of three
more, all half-grown, going right away yonder into the open veldt.  We
might hunt 'em down, but we don't want to, eh?"

"Absurd!  We want to get on at once.  Can you see any pug, as you call
it, of Boers?"

"No.  I've had a good look round, and as soon as we've had a mouthful
we'll be off.  I say, it's wonderful, isn't it, how one can sleep out
here on the veldt?"

"Surrounded by dangers!" replied West.  Then laconically: "Yes."

Their scanty meal was soon eaten and washed down with a draught of pure
water, after which they both climbed to the top of the highest part of
the kopje to take a good survey of the surrounding plain.

"There's nothing in sight," said Ingleborough quietly; "so we'll hurry
on at once while our shoes are good."

The ponies looked as fresh as ever when they were saddled and ready to
start, and after an examination of the compass Ingleborough pointed out
that they ought to keep along north-east to strike the Vaal somewhere
that evening, and then go along its southern bank till a ford was
reached, after which their journey would be north by west.

"But we must be on the look-out for some lonely farm to-day," said West.
"We ought to well fill our haversacks before we start again."

"Never fear; we shall find plenty of food for sale so long as we have
money to show the Boer ladies.  Ready?"

"Yes," replied West, and together they sprang into their saddles and
rode down the slope, their horses carefully picking their way among the
stones, till the open veldt was reached.  They then struck off at a
quiet canter towards a rocky ridge so as to put that between them and
the kopje where they had slept, in case by any possibility their shots
had been heard and a party of the enemy should ride up to it to make a
search and in the course of it see them in the distance riding away.

"And that would mean pursuit, a race, and the fastest horses to win,"
said West.

"As they generally do when there is fair play," replied Ingleborough
quietly.  "Keep a sharp look-out forward, and I'll keep on casting an
eye back at the kopje."

The ridge was only about a couple of miles distant from their previous
night's resting-place, proving to be fairly high, but with a gradual
slope: while just as they reached the spot where the ascent began
Ingleborough turned in his saddle from a long look-out backwards.

"This is like wringing one's own neck," he cried.  "Now then, let's
canter up this bit, and as soon as we have topped it we need not be so
cautious.  Ready?"

"Yes," cried West.

"Then off!  Steady!  No galloping; a gentle canter."

It was fortunate for the pair that they did not breathe their horses,
but rode up the gentle slope at a regular lady's canter, to find the
ridge pleasantly fringed with a patch of open woodland, through which
their steeds easily picked their way, and on to the farther slope, which
was more dotted with forest growth; but there was nothing to hinder
their rate of speed--in fact, the horses began to increase the pace as a
broad grassy stretch opened before them.

The moment they passed out of the woodland on to the open space West
uttered a word of warning and pressed his pony's side, for the first
glance showed him that they had come right upon a Boer laager which was
in the course of being broken up.  Oxen were being in-spanned, men were
tightening the girths of their ponies, and preparations were in progress
everywhere for an advance in some direction.



Whatsoever this may have been, the sudden appearance of the two fresh
horsemen decided the course of some thirty or forty, who stood about for
a few moments staring wonderingly at the pair flying down the descent,
before mounting in some cases, in others seizing their rifles and
flinging themselves upon the ground to load rapidly and take aim.

"Mind how you go, Noll!" shouted Ingleborough.  "A fall means being
taken prisoner now!"

He had hardly shouted the words before the bullets came buzzing about
their ears like bees after disturbers on a hot swarming day in old

"Take care!" cried West excitedly.  "It will be a long chase; so don't
press your nag too hard.  Lie down on your horse's neck; the bullets are
coming more and more, and we shan't be safe for another mile."

"Bah!  It's all nonsense about their marksmanship," cried Ingleborough,
who seemed to be suffering from a peculiar kind of elation in which
there was no feeling of fear.  "Let them shoot!  We're end on to them,
and have a clear course!  They're trained to shoot springbok, I suppose,
when they get a chance; but they haven't had much experience of
galloping men.  Fire away, you cowardly brutes!" he roared, as if he
fancied that the enemy could hear him.  "I don't believe you could hit a
runaway railway truck or a cantering furniture-van, let alone a horse
with a man on its back."

"Ah!" cried West, at that moment, as he turned from looking back and
snatched off his broad-brimmed hat.

"Noll, boy, don't say you're hit!" cried Ingleborough passionately.

"No," said West, drawing his breath with a peculiar sound.  "I've
escaped; but I thought I'd got it!  I felt as if my hat was being
snatched off, and something touched my ear."

"Turn your head this way!" said Ingleborough huskily.

"Wait a moment!" replied West, who had passed his hat into his rein
hand, to afterwards clap his right to his head and draw it away.

"First blood to them!" he said, with a mocking laugh.

"Here, we must ease up and let me bandage it," said Ingleborough.

"No, thanks: that's a likely tale with the bullets flying like this!
Keep on, man; we've got a fair start!  Let's get past those trees
forward yonder; they'll shelter us a bit!"

"But your wound, my lad?"

"They've only nicked the edge of my ear.  It will stop bleeding of
itself.  There's nothing to mind!"

Ingleborough watched him eagerly as he spoke, and seeing for himself
that there was only a feeble trickle of blood from the cut ear, he
pressed on in the required direction.

"Give me warning," he cried, "if you feel faint, and we'll pull up,
dismount, and cover ourselves with our horses while we try what practice
we can make if they come on."

"_If_ they come on!" said West bitterly.  "Look for yourself; they're
already coming!"

Ingleborough turned his head sharply, to see that a line of galloping
men had just been launched from the Boer laager to the right and left,
and were streaming in single file down the slope, leaving ample room
between them for their dismounted companions to keep up a steady fire
upon the fugitives.

"That's their game, is it?" said Ingleborough, between his teeth.  "Very
well, then, we must make a race of it and see what our picked ponies can

"That's right!" cried West.  "Let's open out a little!"

"Right, and give them less to aim at!  The bullets are flying wildly
now.  Ten yards apart will do."

They separated to about this distance, and at a word from West each
nipped his pony's flanks with his knees and rose a little in the
stirrups, with the result that the wiry little animals stretched out
greyhound fashion and flew over the veldt as if thoroughly enjoying the

"Steady! steady!" shouted West, at the end of ten minutes.  "We're
leaving the brutes well behind, and the bullets are getting scarce.
Don't let's worry the brave little nags!  With a start like this we can
leave the Boers well behind."

Ingleborough nodded after a glance backward and followed his companion's
example, drawing rein so that their steeds settled down into a
hand-gallop, still leaving their pursuers farther behind.  The ground
was now perfectly level, stretching for three or four miles without an
obstacle, and then the horizon line was broken by one of the many kopjes
of the country, one which lay right in their line of flight.

"What about that?" said West.  "Shall we make for it and get into
shelter ready for using our rifles?"

"I don't like it!" replied Ingleborough.  "There might be another party
there, and then it would be like galloping into another hornets' nest."

"I don't like it either," said West; "but we must think of our horses,
and by the time we get there half of this pursuing lot will have tailed
off, while I don't believe the rest will come on if we shoot pretty true
from behind some rock."

"That's right!" said Ingleborough.  "We mustn't let them keep us on the
run, for the horses' sake."

"Look out!" said West, in warning tones.

"What is it?"

"They're pulling up and dismounting," replied West.  "Here come the
bullets again."

For as he spoke the buzzing, whizzing notes of danger overhead, which
had for some minutes ceased, began to utter their warnings again, but in
a very irregular way, which brought forth the remark from Ingleborough
that their enemies' hands were unsteady from their sharp ride.

"The more need then for us to get into a sheltered place where we can
rest a few minutes before they can come up," said West.  "Let's have
another sharp gallop and get well among the rocks: it will be riding out
of range and getting more in advance before they mount again."

"Right, general!" cried Ingleborough banteringly; and once more they
tore over the veldt, pursued only by the bullets, for the following
Boers had dismounted to a man.

"Keep a little wider," said West, laughing outright at his companion's
word "general."

"Don't let's give them a chance by riding so close together!"

"Right!  Fine manoeuvre!" replied Ingleborough; and they went on towards
the kopje at full speed, both feeling a wild kind of exhilaration as the
wind rushed by their cheeks, and the plucky little horses stretched out
more and more as if enjoying the race as much as their riders.

Strange terms "exhilaration" and "enjoying," but none the less true.
For there was no feeling of dread, even though the bullets kept on
whizzing by them to right, to left, in front, far behind; now high
overhead, and more often striking up the dust and ricochetting into
space, to fall neither knew where.  Every leaden messenger, it it
reached its mark, meant a wound; many would have resulted in death had
they struck the fugitives.  But the excitement made the rush one wild
gratification, combined with a kind of certainty that they would escape
scot-free; and they laughed aloud, shouting words of encouragement to
their ponies and cries of defiance and derision at the unsuccessful

"Why, we could do better ourselves, Noll!" cried Ingleborough.  "So
these are your puffed-up Boers whom writers have put in their books and
praised so effusively!  My word, what a lot of gammon has been written
about rifle-shooting!  I believe that Cooper's Deerslayer with his
old-fashioned rifle was a duffer after all, and the wonderful shots of
the trappers all bluff."

"Perhaps so!" shouted West, rather breathlessly; "but these fellows can

"Not a bit!"

"Well, my ear has stopped bleeding; but it smarts as if someone was
trying to saw into the edge."

"Never mind; it's only gristle!" said Ingleborough.

"I don't mind, but if the Boer who fired that bullet had only held his
rifle a hair's breadth more to the left the scrap of lead would have
gone into my skull."

"Of course; but then he did not hold his rifle a hair's breadth more to
the left.  By jingo!"

"What's the matter?"

"Don't quite know yet.  It feels quite numb and free from pain.  I don't
think I'm hit.  I half fancy the poor pony has it, for he gave a
tremendous start.  All right; keep on!  The bullet struck my rolled-up
blanket, and it has gone into the saddle.  I can feel the little hole."

"What a narrow escape!" cried West anxiously.  "Come, you must own that
they can shoot straight!  If that bullet had gone a trifle higher it
would have gone through your loins."

"To be sure! and a little higher still, through between my shoulders; a
trifle more, through the back of my head; and again a trifle more, and
it would have gone above me.  As it is, there's a hole in my saddle, and
I'm all right."

"Thank Heaven!" cried West.

"I did," said Ingleborough, "but in a quiet way!  Yes, lad, they can
shoot; but it's a hard mark to hit--a galloping man end on.  They'd be
better if we were going at right angles to the shot!"

"Now then, another five minutes, and we shall be beyond the range of
their rifles."

"And in another you had better give the word to slacken speed, for the
ground will be getting rough.  Why not give it now?  They've ceased

"Ease down then to a gentle canter," cried West, in reply, and their
panting steeds were checked so that for the last mile of their retreat
they progressed at an easy ambling pace which enabled the horses to
recover their wind, while the precipitous sides of the eminence in front
grew clearer to the eye and gave ample proof of being able to furnish
nooks which would afford them and their horses security, while enabling
the friends a good opportunity for returning the compliment to the Boers
as far as bullets were concerned.

West said something to this effect after taking his glass from where it
was slung and looking back, to see that the enemy was remounting and
continuing the pursuit.

"Not they!" replied Ingleborough.  "They're too fond of whole skins to
run risks!  They'll lie down in holes and corners to fire at us, but
they will not attack us if we are well in cover, and they find we can
hold our rifles straight."

"Then we must!" said West quietly.  "Only we shall want a bit of rest
first, for my nerves are all of a quiver, and the blood feels as if it
was jumping in my veins."

"Come along then!  We'll soon find a place where we can lie down behind
the stones!  The sooner the better too, for I'm beginning to feel rather

"Murderous!" cried West.

"Yes: don't you?  I'm not going to be shot at for nothing!  Look here,
Nolly, my lad, life's very sweet, and I value mine.  I'm peaceably
disposed enough, but these brutes have invaded our country, and you've
had proof that they are trying their level best to make us food for the
crows.  Under the circumstances don't you think it's time for the
lambs--meaning us--to turn upon the butchers--meaning the Boers--and let
_them_ feed the crows instead?"

"Don't talk in poetical metaphors, Ingle," said West, with a grim smile.
"If it comes to the point, we'll make our rifles speak in a way that
will keep the enemy from stopping to hear the end of what they have to

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Ingleborough; "who's talking metaphorically now?"

"I've done," said West.  "Walk!" he cried loudly, and they drew rein, to
let the ponies pick their way up the commencement of a slope dotted with
small stones, while but a short distance farther on the front of the
castle-like kopje was gashed with little gorges and ravines, offering
plenty of places where horses and men might hide.

"Rather awkward if we were to find that there were some more of the
enemy here!" said West, as the nature of the ground forced him to follow
his companion, instead of their riding abreast.

He had hardly spoken when it was as if a trumpet had rung out a
challenge from one of the little gorges in front, and West answered by
shouting: "Right-about face!" and leading the way back.  It was no
trumpet, but the loud neigh of a Boer horse, while shot after shot was
fired as they galloped away, fortunately being able to shelter
themselves from the fire by striking off to the right as soon as they
were clear of the stones, the higher ones proving their salvation, being
in the way of the enemy's aim.

"Out of the frying-pan into the fire!" cried Ingleborough; "and the
fire's going to be hotter than the pan."

"Yes," cried West.  "Give them their head!  Gallop right for the river



"Hurrah!" cried West, as soon as they were once more well out in the
open, their horses breathed, and ready to answer to any demand made upon
them by their riders.  "Keep abreast, and open out more.  Faster!
faster!  We have only a short start this time."

"But we'll make the best of it," cried Ingleborough, between his teeth.
"Bend down well!  The firing has begun!"

"It is speaking for itself," said West grimly, as the buzzing whirr of
the bullets began again, while faintly heard there came, half smothered
by the thudding of their own horses' hoofs, the clattering of Boer
mounts being led out over the stones of the ravine in which they had
been hid.

"See any more of the old party?" cried West, as they rode well out now
on to the level.

"No; we've turned off so much that they are quite in our rear."

"Then the way's clear for the river?"

"If we can reach it, lad," said Ingleborough; "and if we do it may be in
flood, or impassable where we hit it."

"Or a hundred other things," cried West angrily, as they tore along at
full gallop now, with the bullets flying round them.

"Don't begin to prophesy evil!  I say we're going to leave the Boers far
behind and escape."

"I can't look at our chance in the same flowery light as you do, my
boy," replied Ingleborough.  "My breakfast wasn't good enough to inspire
me with so much hope, and I should advise you to open your haversack."

"Nonsense!  I could not eat now!"

"But you must be ready to if you don't begin, my lad.  My advice is that
you get ready to eat those sandwiches, for you mustn't let the good
verbal meat inside get into the enemy's hands."

Ingleborough had hardly spoken before his horse suddenly checked,
throwing him forward upon its neck and nearly sending him off.  But he
clung to it desperately, while the poor beast's next act was to rear up,
pawing hard at the air.  In spite of the difficulty, Ingleborough
shuffled himself back into the saddle, speaking encouraging words to the
shivering animal, which kept on pawing at the air for a few moments and
just gave its rider time to throw himself off sidewise before it went
right over backwards, struck out with all four legs in the air, and then

West drew rein instantly as he tore by, and cantered back, reckless of
the whistling bullets which were flying around.

"Beg their pardon!" cried Ingleborough, struggling to his feet after a
heavy fall.  "I retract my words."

"Hurt?" cried West excitedly.

"Rather!  Ground is pretty hard!"

"Here," cried West, leaping off; "jump into my saddle, and I'll hold on
by the mane and run."

"Nonsense!  Absurd!  Don't be a fool!" cried Ingleborough angrily.  "The
game's up for me!  Jump up and gallop again!  Don't let the brutes take
you too."

"Likely!" said West, taking out his handkerchief and beginning to fold
it bandage fashion.  "Your head's bleeding.  Let me tie this round."

"Let it bleed!" cried Ingleborough angrily, and picking up his soft felt
hat, which had fallen in the dust, he stuck it on tightly.  "That's
bandaged!" he said.  "Now then, be off before it's too late."

"Of course; that's just what you would have done!" said West quietly.

"Never mind what I would have done," cried Ingleborough angrily.  "Ride
for your life!"

"Do you take me for a Dutchman?" said West coolly.

"Oh, you fool--you fool!" cried Ingleborough, stamping his foot angrily.
"You'll be too late!  No, they're dismounting.  Now then, up with you
and make a dash."

West gave a glance to right and left, to see that some twenty of the
enemy had leaped from their horses and were advancing, while twice as
many more, who covered them with their rifles, came slowly on, shouting
to him the Dutch for "Hands up!"

The position was perilous, though the chances were even still about
being taken or riding clear if he went at full gallop; but West did not

"No, thankye, old fellow," he said.  "It would be such dull work riding
alone.  What do you say to taking cover amongst the bushes?"

"Bah!  Cover for the front, and none for flank or rear!"

"We could squat down back to back," said West coolly, "and shoot a few
of them first.  I want to fight the brutes with their own weapons."

"Once more, will you make a bolt of it?" cried Ingleborough faintly.

"No--I--will--not!" said West slowly and distinctly, and then, making a
dash, he caught his comrade round the waist, letting him sink gently
down upon the sand and stones, for his legs had given way and his face
turned ghastly.

"Thanks, old man," said Ingleborough, with a feeble smile and his eyes
looking his gratitude.

He lay still now, with his countenance seeming to grow fixed and hard;
but West opened his water-flask and poured a few drops between the poor
fellow's lips, when he began to revive at once, and lay perfectly still
while his comrade removed his hat and proceeded to bind the ready-folded
handkerchief tightly about the bleeding wound, caused by sharp contact
with a stone when he fell.

"West," groaned Ingleborough, recovering now a little, "once more, lad,
think, think; never mind me!  Mount; never mind the firing; ride for
your life!"

"Once more, old fellow," said West, through his teeth, "I won't leave
you in the lurch!"

"But the despatches, lad.  I am only one, and they are to save a

"Ah!" cried West, springing to his feet as if the object of his journey
had been driven out of his head by the excitement of the moment, and he
took a step towards his horse, just as, to his intense surprise,
Ingleborough's mount suddenly threw up its muzzle, made a plunge, and
found its feet, shook itself violently, and whinnied, as if it had just
recovered from being stunned.

"Here, make one effort," cried West, seizing the steed's bridle and
leading it to where its rider lay.

"Look--your pony's all right again!  Can you mount?"

"No," said Ingleborough faintly, as he made an effort to struggle to his
knees, but only fell back with a groan.  "Can't!  Feel as if my neck's
broken and my shoulder numbed.  Now will you make a dash while you can?"

West hesitated, and duty mastered friendship and humane feeling for his
companion.  He was but one, and the despatch might deal with the lives
of a thousand men in peril of their lives.

"Yes, I must go!" he groaned, making for his horse; but he was too late.

For though the Boers, apparently from a feeling that they were quite
sure of their prey, had advanced slowly and cautiously, each man with
his rifle presented and finger on trigger, their movements showed plenty
of cunning.  They had opened out so as to get round the horses, watching
the young man's actions all the time, and when he at last made for his
mount they were close up, and rifle-barrels bristled around, every
muzzle threatening and grim.

"Throw up your hands!" came in chorus from a score of throats, and
directly after the same order was given in fair English by two of the
ragged, unkempt, big-bearded enemy.

West looked fiercely round like a hunted animal brought to bay by the
hounds, waiting to seize the first one that sprang, and ground his teeth
with rage; but he paid no heed to the men's words.

"Throw up your hands!" roared one of the men.

"Throw up your own!" said West defiantly, and then to his bitter
annoyance he started on one side, for there was a flash, simultaneously
a whizz close to his face, and instantly the sharp report of a rifle.

Recovering from the sudden shock to his nerves caused by his previous
unbelief that the enemy would be so cowardly as to fire upon a perfectly
helpless prisoner, West swung himself round to face the man who had
fired at him from such close quarters that the flash of the powder had
scorched his cheek.

The Boer was busily thrusting a fresh cartridge into the breech of his
piece, and as he met the young man's eyes he burst out into a coarse and
brutal laugh.

"Throw up your hands, then, you cursed rooinek!" he cried, "or I'll blow
out your brains!"

"Not if I die for it!" cried West.  "You cowardly cur!"  And turning as
the Boers closed him in, he continued, with bitter contempt, and
speaking in their own tongue: "I suppose you are a specimen of the brave
peasant farmers making a struggle for their liberty!"

"You keep a civil tongue in your head, young man," growled out one of
the party in English, "unless you want to feed the crows!"

"You keep your cowardly gang in order first before you dictate to me!"
cried West, turning upon the speaker sharply.  "Do you call it manly to
fire at close quarters upon a party of two?"

"No!" said the man shortly, as he turned round and said a few angry
words in the Boer jargon--words which were received by some with angry
growls, while the major portion remained silent and sullen.

"You're not our cornet!  Mind your own business, before you're hurt!"
cried the man who had fired, taking a few steps towards the spot where
West stood, and, seizing him savagely by the throat, he tried to force
him to his knees.

But he tried only with one hand--his left--his right being engaged by
his rifle, and to his utter astonishment the prisoner retorted by
kicking his legs from under him and flinging him upon his back.

A yell of anger arose from some, and of delight from others, all looking
on while the discomfited Boer sprang up with a cry of rage, cocked his
rifle, and, taking quick aim, would have fired point-blank at the
prisoner had not his act been anticipated by the Boer who had before
spoken.  Quick as thought he sprang upon his companion, striking the
presented rifle upwards with a blow from his own, and then grasping the
infuriated man by the collar.

"None of that!" he cried fiercely in Dutch.  "Cornet or no cornet, I'm
not going to stand by and see a cowardly murder done!  We've got to
fight, brother burghers, but we'll fight like soldiers and men.  Our
name's been stained enough by what has been done already."

"Here, you'd better go and fight for the rooineks," cried the
discomfited Boer fiercely.

"I'm going to fight for my home and country, brothers," cried West's
defender, "the same as you are: not help to murder a helpless boy who
has behaved like a brave man."

The portion of the force who had seemed disposed to side against the
speaker were disarmed by his words, and there was a general cheer at
this, while the cause of the trouble growled out: "You're a traitor to
your country, and the commandant shall hear of this."

"No, no, no, no!" came in chorus.  "Serves you right."

West made no resistance now, as his defender signed to him to give up
his rifle, which, plus the bandolier, was handed over with a sigh,
Ingleborough's having already been taken away.

The next thing done was to search the prisoners' pockets--watch, purse,
and pocket-book being taken away, but the inner belts containing the
greater part of their money were entirely overlooked, while West stood
breathing hard, his face wrinkled up and an agonising pain contracting
his heart, for the Boer who had defended him unbuttoned the flap of his
haversack, thrust in his hand, and brought out a couple of cake loaves,
and then, one after the other, two carefully wrapped-up sandwiches,
standing for a few moments with them in his hand, hesitating, while
Ingleborough, who had recovered his senses, darted a meaning look at his
suffering companion.

"It's all over with our expedition!" he said to himself.  "Why didn't
poor Noll eat his sandwiches?"

The moments were as agonising to him as to West, who could only stand in
silence; but, having become somewhat versed in the tricks of those who
fought the law through his friendship with Norton, an idea crossed his
mind, and turning in a faint appealing way to the Boer who seemed to be
holding in suspense the scales of success and failure, he said: "Don't
take our bit of provisions away!  We're prisoners; isn't that enough?"

The Boer fixed him with his eyes, noted his pallid face and the blood
trickling down from the cut caused by his fall, and then, as if
satisfied and moved by a feeling akin to compassion, he nodded his head,
thrust the cake and the sandwich-like papers back into West's haversack,
and let it swing again under the young man's arm.

"Lucky for them we're not hungry!" he said, in his own tongue, "or we
shouldn't have left them much."

"Why don't you make them eat it?" cried the man who had fired.  "For
aught we know, it may be poisoned."

"Bah!" cried their friend, who had done the pair so good a turn; "let
them be!"

A couple of the Boers then approached with reins, but, in spite of the
opposition that had taken place, the man who had taken West's part again
interfered, just as they proceeded to raise Ingleborough to bind his
hands behind his back.

"There is no need!" said the man sharply.  "Can't you see that he is too
weak to stand?  Help him upon his horse, and one go on either side to
keep him in the saddle."

Then turning to West, he continued: "Mount; but you will be shot down
directly if you attempt to escape."

"I am not going to leave my friend," said West coldly.  "I could have
galloped away had I wanted to.  Let me walk by his side to help him."

The man looked at the speaker searchingly and then nodded, West taking
the place of one of the Boers, who placed himself just behind him with
rifle ready.  Then the little party moved off towards the kopje where
the prisoners had been surprised.

"How are you?" asked West, as soon as they were in motion.

"I feel as if I were somewhere else!" was the half-laughing, half-bitter
reply.  "All use seems to have been completely knocked out of me, and
the hills and kopjes go sailing round and round."

"That will soon pass off," said West, and then after a short pause:
"Well, we're prisoners after all.  It does seem hard now we have got so
far!  I wonder where they'll send us?"

"It does not much matter!" said Ingleborough.  "Anywhere will do, if I
can lie down and rest till this dreadful swimming and confusion passes
off.  As soon as it does we'll escape--to eat the sandwiches," he added

"If we can," said West; "but don't talk about them again!  Oh, Ingle, I
wish I had your sharp wits."

"Pooh!  Where there's a will there's a way," said Ingleborough faintly.
"You might have escaped, but as you insisted upon being taken to share
my lot I was obliged to do something, and now I must do nothing but
think of how to get away."

The effort of talking was evidently too much for the poor fellow, and
West confined himself to keeping him upright in the saddle, from which
he would certainly have fallen but for his comrade's willing arm.

West was so fully occupied by his task, the two Boers offering not the
slightest aid, that he paid no heed to the fact that their captors led
them right round to the far side of the kopje, and then through a narrow
gap of the rocks into a natural amphitheatre, wherein there was ample
room for the formation of a great laager, the wagons being arranged in
an irregular ellipse, thoroughly hidden from the veldt outside, while
the rocks of the kopje roughly formed a rampart of vast strength, and
apparently quite impregnable.

West took in all he could as he and his companion in misfortune were led
through and within the barricade of wagons to where the horses and
cattle were securely tethered, while a burst of cheering saluted the
returning party as soon as it was seen that they had prisoners and a
couple of likely-looking mounts.  It was a surprise, for no one
journeying across the veldt could for a moment have supposed that so
secure a natural stronghold existed behind the rocky barriers.

The next minute the prisoners saw their sturdy ponies tied up to the
tail of one of the great wagons, so near that West began to wonder
whether when darkness came it would be possible to creep to their side,
cut them free, mount, and make a old dash for liberty.

But a glance at Ingleborough showed him that this would be impossible,
for the poor fellow had sunk over sidewise as soon as he had been lifted
out of the saddle, and lay perfectly inert and with his eyes
half-closed.  West knelt down by him and, taking his slung water-bottle,
he raised his injured companion's head a little and began to trickle, a
few drops at a time, a little water between the sufferer's lips.

He was occupied in this way when he noted that a large group of the
Boers had approached, one of whom, a short sturdy-looking individual,
with swarthy skin and thick black beard plentifully sprinkled with grey,
suddenly said, in good English: "What is the matter with him--shot?"

"No," replied West.  "His horse was struck, and reared up, and my friend
was thrown heavily upon his head."

"Oh, is that all?" said the Boer nonchalantly.  "Let him sleep it off!
But listen, you: we shoot prisoners who try to escape."

"I shall not try to escape and leave him," said West coldly.

The Boer commandant, for such he proved to be, gave him a keen look and
then turned away to speak to one of the men, the result of the orders he
gave being that Ingleborough was carried to one of the wagons forming
the laager, and West ordered to follow and wait upon his friend, who,
after his injury had been carefully bathed and bandaged, sank into a
swoon-like sleep, leaving West to sit thinking of their position and
pondering upon the fact that the two Basuto ponies were tethered in
sight of where he sat, and that he still had the treasured-up despatches

His great trouble now seemed to be whether he should conceal the papers
about his person or leave them in the haversack carelessly hung from the
side of the wagon-tilt, lest he should be searched again and with a more
serious result than the loss of watch and purse.

Night came at last, with the difficulty still unsolved, and a yet more
serious one to keep him awake.

It was this: Ought he to wait till well on in the night, and then creep
out by the sentry on duty outside, get to one of the ponies, and try and
steal away?

And the time glided on, with the question still unanswered.  There was
the horse, and there was the despatch; but there were also the Boers by
the hundred, hemming him completely in, and, even if he were disposed to
leave Ingleborough to his fate, any attempt seemed to be mad to a



West started up into wakefulness the next morning from a dream in which
he was galloping for his life with the Boers in full pursuit, and then
he sighed and wondered when and how he had dropped asleep, for he could
only recall being miserable, awake, and puzzled as to what to do, and
then all seemed to have become blank till he was awakened by his
captors' busy stir and the crackling of the fires being lighted.

West's first steps were to see to his companion, who did not seem to
have moved, and the first feeling was one of satisfaction; but directly
afterwards he felt uneasy, for Ingleborough seemed to be unnaturally
still, and a shiver ran through him as he leaned over where his friend
lay on the floor of the wagon, to place a hand upon the injured man's
forehead below the bandage which made him look so ghastly.

Then came reaction as it was proved that the sufferer had only been in a
deep sound sleep.

For Ingleborough's eyes opened, to gaze at him wonderingly.

"What's the matter?  Oh, it's you, Noll!"

"Yes; you startled me!"

"Eh?  What did I do?"

"You lay so still!"

"Did I?  Oh, of course.  I've been very fast asleep, I suppose.  What
time it is--nearly sundown?"

"No, it's morning--sunrise."

"I'm blessed!  What, have I slept all night?"

West nodded and smiled.

"Soundly, I suppose!" he said.  "But how are you?"

"Horribly stupid and muddled!  I don't quite make out!  Oh yes, I do
now.  I came down such a quelch that it knocked all the sense out of me,
and my head feels all knocked on one side.  But tell me: what about the

"I have it all right so far!"

"That's good.  Where are our ponies?"

"Tied up yonder to the wheel of a wagon."

"That's good, too, lad!  Then all we've got to do is to help ourselves
to them the first chance and ride away."

"Yes," said West drily, "the first chance; but will there be a first

"Why not?  It's of no use to look at the black side of things!  Where
there's ill luck there's always good luck to balance it, and we're bound
to have our share of both.  We had the bad yesterday; the good will come
to-morrow, or next day, or the day after--who knows?  We were not
killed.  You had your ear nicked and I had a bad fall which will cure
itself as fast as the slit in your ear grows up.  I call it grand to
have saved the despatch!  Are they going to give us any breakfast?"

"Hah!" sighed West; "you've done me good, Ingle.  I was regularly in the

"Keep out of them, then!" was the reply.  "You didn't expect to get your
message delivered at Mafeking without any trouble, did you?"

"No, no, of course not!  Then you think we might make a dash for it some

"Of course I do; but I don't suppose the chance will come to-day.  Let's
hope that our next move may take us nearer our goal, for I don't suppose
the Boers will take us with them.  They'll send us prisoners to
Pretoria, I suppose; and we must make our dash somewhere on the road."

Ingleborough was right: the chance for the dash did not come that day,
nor the next, nor the next.  For the Boer commando did not stir from the
natural stronghold which had been made its halting-place.  In fact, two
fresh parties, for which there was plenty of room, joined them, and a
good deal of business went on: men going out on expeditions and
returning: wagons laden with provisions and ammunition and two big
field-pieces arriving, as if the force was being increased ready for
some important venture--all of which busy preparation took place under
the eyes of the two prisoners, who, while being fairly well treated in
the way of rations, were carefully guarded.

"One would like to know a little more what it all means!" said
Ingleborough.  "As it is, one seems to be quite in the dark!"

"And we're doing nothing!" sighed West.  "Oh, it's terrible!  I must
begin to stir, even if it is only to bring about another check."

"What would be the good of that?"

"Ease to one's brain!" said West passionately.  "Here have I been
trusted with this mission and am doing nothing, while all the time the
poor fellows at Mafeking must be watching despairingly for the despatch
that does not come."

"Look here, old lad," said Ingleborough sympathetically; "when a
fellow's chained down hand and foot it's of no use for him to kick and
strain; he only makes his wrists and ankles sore and weakens himself, so
don't do it!  Believe me, the proper time to act is when they take you
out of your chains!  It's very depressing, I know; but what can't be

"Must be endured.  I know, Ingle; but here we are prisoners, and I can't
help getting more hopeless."

"But you must!  Things can't go on like this much longer!  Either our
troops will come here and attack the Boers, or the Boers will go and
attack the British.  Just have patience and wait!"

"But here we are, just as we were nearly a week ago, and nothing has

"Oh yes, something has!" said Ingleborough, with a smile.  "I've got
well again!  The first morning I couldn't have mounted my pony and
ridden off even if they had brought it to the end of the wagon here and
said: `Be off!'  To-day I could jump on and go off at full gallop.  Do
you call that nothing?"

"No, of course not!" said West.  "There, you must forgive me!  I'm very
discontented, I know; but you see why."

"To be sure I do!  I say, though, you've been at that satchel!  The
sandwiches are gone."

West nodded.

"Haven't eaten them, have you?"

"No, they're sewed up in the belt of my jacket.  I did it two nights
ago, and I'm living in hopes that they will not search us again."

"That's it, is it?  Well, I'm glad you did that!  There, keep a good
heart; something is sure to happen before long!"

"I only hope it may; even evil would be better than this miserable state
of inaction.  I think till I feel half-mad."

"Well, we won't hope for the evil, only for something in the way of
change, if it's only to pay a visit to Pretoria gaol."


"Only so as to get some news to give to old Norton when we get back.  It
will interest him.  I wonder whether he's keeping his eye on Master
Plump-and-Pink.  Well, I am blessed!"

"What is the matter?  Are they making a move?" cried West excitedly, for
Ingleborough had sprung to the end of their wagon prison to stand
looking out.

"Someone has!" cried Ingleborough angrily.  "Look here!  Why, old Norton
must have been asleep."



West stepped to his companion's side, looked out between the rough
curtains of the wagon, and saw a group of mounted Boers surrounding a
freshly-arrived wagon with its long team of bullocks, the black
voorlooper at the head and the driver with his enormous whip on the box.

"Well," said West, after a sharp glance, "there's a fresh load of
provisions, I suppose!  What of it?"

"Rub your eyes, lad, and look again."

"They don't want rubbing."

"Well, of all the fellows!  Look there, beyond those mounted men who
escorted the wagon in--there where the commandant and the dismounted
party are talking together."

"Yes, I see where you mean; but what has it to do with us?  I don't--
yes, I do.  Why, it's Anson!" cried West excitedly.

"Anson it is!  I began to think you were going blind!"

"But how strange!  They have taken him prisoner then.  Look here; we're
not going to have him with us."

"It doesn't look as if he is a prisoner," said Ingleborough; "they all
seem too friendly.  I believe the scoundrel has deserted from the town
and come to join the Boers.  What has old Norton been about?"

"Is it possible?"

"Oh, it's possible enough, if old Norton has been to sleep.  Rats desert
sinking ships!"

"Kimberley isn't a sinking ship!" said West indignantly.

"I don't know so much about that, lad!  There is a very small force
ready to defend it; it's a long way from help; and, as we see here, the
enemy is swarming down upon it from all directions.  You see, it's so
far from our forces and so near to the Free State border."

"Ah, there he is plainly enough, laughing with the commandant!  Look, he
clapped him on the shoulder!"

"Yes, I give him credit for anything!" said Ingleborough.  "I shouldn't
wonder if he was in full correspondence with the Boers and is ready to
sell us as well as buy diamonds.  As likely as not, he has slipped away
with his swag so as to escape before the fighting begins.  But how
Norton can have let him get away is more than I can understand!"

"Well, it's plain enough that he's here!" said West; "and I can't help
feeling glad that he is not a prisoner, for if he had been put with us
it must have come to a quarrel.  Look here, seeing what the treacherous
thief is, we ought to denounce him to the commandant."

"Don't do anything of the kind!  What good would it do?"

"But he is such a despicable wretch!"

"What's that to you?"


"Oh yes, I know what you're ready to say; but you've got something else
to do besides playing the virtuous part of denouncing Master Anson as a
diamond-dealer.  Besides, I don't believe the Boers would think any the
less of him if they believed you."

"They couldn't help believing our evidence!" said West.

"Nonsense!  It isn't your business!"

"It's every honest man's business!" cried West hotly.

"Not if he is on Government service with a despatch to deliver in
Mafeking," said Ingleborough, with a peculiar look at his companion.

"Hah!" cried West; "you are right again!  But--oh!"

"Oh, what?"

"Why, he was present when we volunteered to carry the despatch!"

"To be sure, so he was!" cried Ingleborough excitedly.

"Then as soon as he knows we have been captured he'll denounce me to the
commandant as the bearer of the message, and oh, Ingle, we shall be
searched again!"

"Yes," was the thoughtful reply; "and you've got it on you.  We might
change jackets, but that would be no good.  Could you rip it out of

"Yes, of course, in a few moments."

"Then you'd better."

"Not now; it's too late.  We must wait for a better opportunity."


"No, no, I tell you," cried West excitedly; "look, he's not a prisoner.
The scoundrel has recognised us and is coming here.  Why, Ingleborough,
he's a traitor--a rebel.  No wonder he got through the Boer lines.
Look! there can be no doubt about it; he has joined their side.  Those
men, the Boer leaders, the commandants and field-cornets, cannot know
that he is a thief."

"But they soon shall!" answered Ingleborough hoarsely.

"No, no, keep quiet," whispered West; "he's laughing with them and
coming here.  Don't say a word; wait!  It's my advice now."

"If I can!" muttered Ingleborough.  "The skunk!  He's sending the blood
dancing through my veins!  He must be denounced, and if he begins to say
a word about your volunteering to bear the despatch I'll let him have it
hot and strong."

"Why, you seem to have completely turned your coat!" said West bitterly.

"I have!  What we have just been saying has stirred up all my bile.  But
I wish I could turn your coat too--out of the wagon."

"Why not?" said West, as a thought occurred to him, and running to the
other end of the vehicle, stripping off his jacket as he did so, he
thrust out his head and called to the sentry whose duty it was to guard
against any attempt to escape.

"What is it?" said the man quietly.

"Take my coat and hang it on the rocks yonder," he said.  "I've been
sleeping in it night after night, and it's all fusty and damp.  Out
yonder, right in the sun."

The request was so simple and reasonable that the man nodded, took the
jacket, and was turning to go away.

"Don't let anyone meddle with it," said West; "it's my only one, and I
don't want a Kaffir to carry it off."

"He'd better not try!" said the Boer, with a meaning laugh, and he bore
the jacket right away to where the sun was beating hotly upon the rock,
where the next minute the garment was spread out.

"Talk about me having a ready wit in an emergency!" said Ingleborough
merrily; "why, I'm a baby to you, West, my son!  There: I'm proud of

"Oh, but the risk!" whispered the young man.  "That precious garment
lying carelessly yonder!"

"Carelessly?  That's just the way to keep it safe.  Who'd ever think of
examining the coat lying out there?"

"The first man who goes near it!"

"The first rogue, and he'd only feel in the pockets.  But there's no
fear: that sentry would fire at any thief who tried to steal!  That's
safe enough!"

"I wish I could think so!" replied West.  "The first thing when they
come will be to ask me what I have done with my jacket."

"Pooh!  In that loose, dark flannel shirt they'll never think of it.  I
thought they'd have been here, though, before now."

They had to wait for some little time still, for the Boers had gathered
about the new-comer, forming a half-circle, evidently to listen while
Anson talked to them earnestly, his gesticulations suggesting to Ingle
borough, rightly or wrongly, that he was describing the arrangements for
defence made by the British garrison at Kimberley, which he had so
lately left; and as he spoke every now and then the listeners nodded,
slapped the stocks of their rifles, turned to make remarks to one
another, and gave the speaker a hearty cheer.

"Oh, you beauty!" growled Ingleborough.  "I can't hear a word you say;
but I'm as certain as if I were close up that you're telling those
chuckle-headed Dutch that all they've got to do is to march straight in
and take Kimberley, for they'll find it as easy as kissing their hands."

"If he is telling them the weak points it's downright treason," said
West bitterly, after a glance out of the wagon in the direction of the
rocks on which lay his jacket.

"It's stand him up with a firing party, and a sergeant with a revolver
to finish the work if it isn't quite done," said Ingleborough.  "The
cowardly scoundrel: he'll be getting his deserts at last!  I say,
though, isn't it sickening?  A blackguard like that, who doesn't stop at
anything to gain his ends!"

For Anson had finished speaking and the Boers had closed round him,
patting him on the back and pressing forward one after the other to
shake his hand, while he smiled at them in his mildest, blandest way.

After a few more friendly words the ex-clerk began slouching slowly up,
followed by half-a-dozen of the principal men, till he was close to the
tail of the prison wagon where West and Ingleborough were seated trying
to look perfectly indifferent, but the former with his heart beating
heavily and a flush coming hotly into his cheeks, when the Boers stopped
short, leaving Anson to speak, listening the while as if they
anticipated a little amusement from their new friend the informer
hailing the prisoners in the wain.

"Hullo!" cried Anson, with one of his most irritating smiles--one full
of the triumph over them he enjoyed and the contempt he felt, "hullo!
Who'd have thought that the virtuous West and the enthusiastic sham
detective Ingleborough would have come out here to join the Boers?  But
don't tell me.  I know: I can see how it is.  You've both been bled, and
that's let some of the bounce out of you."

He stopped for a moment for those he insulted to reply, but as they both
sat looking at him in cool contempt he went on jeeringly: "The Boers
know what they're about, I see.  When a horse has the megrims they bleed
him in the ear, and judging that the same plan would do for a donkey
they've bled cocky West there, and bull-headed Ingleborough on the

West's face grew of a deeper red, and he drew in a long deep breath, for
those of the Boers who understood English burst into a hearty laugh at
this sally of the renegade's.

"Well, I'm glad of it!" continued Anson, taking the Boers' laughter as
so much approval.  "It was all you wanted, Bully West, and I daresay,
now that you've come to your senses, you'll make a decent Boer.  There,
I'll give you a recommendation for a clerkship, for you do really write
a decent hand."

"Say thanks," growled Ingleborough, with a sneer which told of his
contempt; "he will no doubt have plenty of interest.  He has come up to
lead the Boer army's band and give lessons on the flute."

Anson started as if he had been stung.

"Quiet, man, quiet!" whispered West to Ingleborough; but it was in vain.



People make their plans in cold blood and forget all about them when the
blood grows hot.

It was so here.  West had made up his mind what to do while cool, but
acted just in the fashion he had cried out against to his companion.

For as soon as Anson lounged up to them in his supercilious jaunty way,
West's cool blood warmed, grew hot at the scoundrel's contemptuous look
of triumph, and at the insult respecting the Boers boiled over.

"How dare you!" he raged out.  "Keep your distance, you contemptible
cur, or, prisoner though I am, I'll give you such a thrashing as shall
make you yell for mercy!"

"Hullo!  What does this mean?" said one of the Boer officers, closing
up, followed by the others.

"The prisoner is a bit saucy!" said Anson contemptuously.  "You did not
bleed him enough!"

"You know these two?" asked the officer.

"Well, in a way," said Anson, in a haughty, indifferent tone.  "They
were a pair of underlings where I was engaged at the diamond-mines.
Insolent bullying fellows, both of them!  But you'll tame them down."

The Boer leader nodded.

"A bit sore at being taken prisoners!" he said.

"No," cried West; "it is the fortune of war, sir.  We are Englishmen,
and we made a dash to escape Kimberley, and got through your investing

"To carry despatches to the rooineks?"

"No," replied West.  "Your men searched us and found no despatches."

"Messages then.  You were going to the British forces?"

"We should have joined them after a time, perhaps," said West, speaking
more coolly.

"He's lying!" said Anson sharply.  "Have them searched again!"

The Boer commandant nodded, gave the order, and half-a-dozen of his men
came forward, after which the prisoners were ordered out of the wagon,
and they let themselves down, when they were thoroughly searched from
head to heel--of course, without result, and the Boer chief turned
frowningly to Anson.

"They must have hid the letter somewhere about the wagon then!"

"Two of you get in and search!" said the commandant.

This was carefully carried out, and the men descended.

"Then they must have destroyed their message before you took them,"
cried Anson, "or somehow since."

"They were carefully searched as soon as they were taken," observed one
of the field-cornets.

"Yes," said the commandant, "and I saw it done.  Well, they will not
carry any news to Mafeking.  Tell them that the British are being swept
into the sea east and south, and their rule is at an end.  I want brave
men who can ride and fight, so if they like to join the Federal forces
and do their duty there will be a prosperous time for them.  If they
refuse there will be a long imprisonment, perhaps something worse."

"Mr Anson, the renegade, need not trouble himself, sir," said West
quietly.  "Neither my companion nor I will do as he has done."

"You had better!" said Anson sneeringly.  "It's a grand chance for you
now your characters are gone and the I.D. detectives are after you."

Ingleborough looked at the speaker sharply; but Anson made believe not
to notice it and went on.

"You've no character now, either of you," he continued coolly.  "Old
Norton came after me as I was trekking south, utterly sick of the
English lot.  He came on the old pretext: that I had bought diamonds and
was carrying them off.  He searched again, and then I told him the
simple truth--that you two had volunteered to carry despatches so as to
get clear off with the swag you had acquired--after accusing me; but he
professed not to believe me, and took me back to Kimberley, but the very
next day he started off with half-a-dozen men to fetch you back, and I
came away."

"With the diamonds you had hidden?" said Ingleborough sharply.

"Perhaps," replied Anson coolly.  "So, you see, you had better join our
party, for even if you escaped it would only be for the police
superintendent to get hold of you both, and if he did, you wouldn't find
him such an excellent friend."

"Wants thinking about!" said Ingleborough drily.  "But `our'

"Yes," said Anson coolly.  "I've made up my mind to belong to the right
owners of the country for a long time past.  We've got the gold at
Johannesburg, and the diamonds at Kimberley are ours by right, and we're
going to have them."

There was a murmur of satisfaction from the Boers at this, and Anson
went on nonchalantly: "That is one reason why I consented to serve the
company in such a beggarly position.  I wanted to learn all I could
about the mining so that it might come in useful when we of the Boer
party took possession."

"And then, I suppose," said Ingleborough, "you'll expect to be

"Well, I don't go so far as that," said Anson; "but, with my knowledge
of the management of the mining business, I feel sure my Boer friends
will find it to their advantage to retain me high up on the staff.  You
see, there are so many things in the way of checking losses which I have

"Stopping the illicit-diamond-buying and selling, for instance," said
Ingleborough sarcastically.

"Exactly!" replied Anson, apparently without noticing the sarcasm; "and
I've been thinking that no doubt I could put a good thing in both your
ways.  Of course, we have been bad enough friends; but I'll pass over
all that if you'll serve me as faithfully as you did the company.  What
do you say?"

"Say?" cried West.

"Stop!  Hold hard, Oliver!" cried Ingleborough, stopping him short;
"this is a thing that can't be settled in a minute.  We want time.  All
I say now, Mr Anson, is that I'm glad we bear such a good character,
seeing that we are illicit-diamond-dealers escaping with the plunder
that we haven't got."

"Exactly!" said Anson.  "Very well, then, I'll give you till to-morrow
night to think it over, and you'll soon see which side your bread's

"Don't stop me, Ingle," said West hotly.  "I can't stand this.  I must
speak.  This--"

A sharp report from behind the wagon checked further words, and every
man made a rush for this place or that in full expectation that a sudden
attack had been made upon the laager within the rocky walls.

At the same moment a Kaffir of the blackest type and with his hair
greased up into the familiar Zulu ring bounded into sight, tripped, fell
upon his hands, sprang up again, ran on, and disappeared, whilst a rush
was made for the man who fired, leaving Anson and the prisoners

The next minute West's blood felt as if it was running cold in his veins
as he saw, only a few yards from him and close to the stone upon which
his jacket had been stretched, the sentry slowly re-loading his pistol.
But the coat was gone.

West had hard work to repress a groan.  "My orders were to fire at
anyone I saw stealing," said the man surlily, and West heard every word.

"Well, who was stealing?" asked one of the officers.

"A Kaffir," replied the sentry.  "I'd got a jacket stretched out upon
the stones yonder, to get aired in the sunshine, and I only took my eyes
off it for a minute, when I saw a foot rise up from behind a stone, grab
hold of the coat with its toes--"

"Nonsense!" cried the officer; "a foot could not do that!"

"Not do it?" said the man excitedly.  "It had to do it; and it was
creeping away, when I fired, and the black sprang up and ran."

"Where's the jacket?"

The officer's question woke an echo in West's breast, and he started,
for it was just as if the question was repeated there, and it seemed to
be echoed so loudly that he fancied those near must have heard it.

"He's got it, I suppose," said the sentry coolly.  "Carried it away, and
a bullet too somewhere in his carcass."

A miserably despondent feeling attacked West at these words, for he had
clung to the hope that he might be able to recover the despatch, succeed
in escaping and delivering it in safety, however late; while now the
desire to get away died out, for how could he return to Kimberley and
confess that he had failed?

He turned to glance at Ingleborough, who met his eyes and then shrugged
his shoulders as much as to say: "It's a bad job, and I pity you."

At that moment a hand was clapped heavily upon West's shoulder, and the
Boer who had saluted him so roughly pointed to the wagon, and he saw
that his companion was being treated in the same way, while, the scare
being over, upon their walking back and preparing to climb in, they were
called upon to stop.  Naturally the prisoners obeyed, and, turning, they
found the group of Boers in earnest conversation once more with Anson,
who at the end of a few minutes nodded decisively and approached his two
old fellow-clerks, making West's heart begin to thump with excitement
and his eyes gleam, for the despair he felt at the loss he had sustained
made him ready to turn fiercely upon the first enemy who addressed him.

"Take it calmly!" whispered Ingleborough.  "Let me diplomatise.  You'll
do no good by making a row."

"Take it calmly!" whispered back West, "and at a time like this!  I

"Look here, you two," said Anson coolly.  "Let's have no more bones
about the matter.  These gentlemen say they have too much to think about
to bother over any shilly-shallying on the part of a couple of
prisoners.  You know it's a good chance, and I've told them you'll both
join along with me.  Just tell them out and out you will."

"You miserable renegade, how dare you!" cried West fiercely.

"Here, what does that mean?" cried the Boer commandant sharply.

"Shamming!" replied Anson, with a contemptuous laugh.  "They're going to
join us, knowing, as they do, that the game is all up at Kimberley; but
they put on all this make-believe.  They want to be able to say that
they were forced to serve, so as to hedge--so as to make it all
comfortable with their consciences, as they call them."

"It is false!" cried West furiously--"a tissue of lies!  Don't believe
him; this man is no better than a miserable contemptible thief!"

"What!" shouted Anson, lowering the rifle he carried and taking a step
forward with what was intended to be a fierce aspect.

But he only took one step, being checked suddenly by the action of West,
who, regardless of the weapon, sprang at him, and would have wrenched
away the rifle had he not been seized by a couple of the Boers, who held
him fast.

"Pooh!  I don't want to shoot the wretched cad!" said Anson
contemptuously.  "An old fellow-clerk of mine!  He's savage and jealous
of my position here!  He always was an ill-tempered brute!"

"But he says that you are a thief!" said the Boer commandant sternly.

"Pooh!  A spiteful man would say anything!" cried Anson contemptuously.
"Look here, sir, I've watched the Boer troubles from the first: I've
seen how the English have been trying to find an excuse for seizing the
two republics: I know how they got possession of the great diamond-mines
by a trick arranged with the surveyors of the boundaries."

There was a low murmur of assent here from the gathering crowd of Boers
who had now surrounded him.

"Yes," he said, raising his voice, "I knew all the iniquities of the
British Government--how the English had seized the diamond-fields, and
how they were trying to get the gold-mines, and as soon as the war broke
out I made up my mind to join the people fighting for their liberty."

There was a burst of cheering from the few who could follow the speaker,
and then a roar as soon as his words were explained to the crowd, while
Anson looked round with his fat face growing shiny, as he beamed upon
his hearers.

"Yes," said the Boer leader coldly; "but this young man, who knows you,
charges you with being a thief."

"All cowardly malice!" cried Anson contemptuously, and giving his
fingers a snap.  "A thief?--a robber?--nonsense.  Pooh!  I only dealt in
and brought away with me a few of the stones, which were as much mine as
theirs.  I was not coming away from the enemy empty-handed.  I said to
myself that I'd spoil the Egyptians as much as I could, and I did."

There was a shout of delight at this, and one of the field-cornets gave
the speaker a hearty slap on the shoulder.

"Yes, I brought some away," continued Anson, rejoicing fatly in the
success of his words; and, raising his voice, he said, first in English
and then in Boer-Dutch: "I brought some away, and I wish I had brought

There was a fresh and a long-continued roar of delight, repeated again
and again, giving the speaker time to collect his thoughts, and as soon
as he could gain silence he continued.

"Look here," he said: "I came and joined the Boers because I believed
their cause to be just; and I said to myself, knowing what I do of the
secrets of the diamond-mines, I will be the first as soon as Kimberley
is taken to show the commandants where the British tyrants have hidden
away the stones that belong of right to the Boers, the stones that have
been stolen from the earth--the land they fought for and won with their
blood from the savage black scum who infested the country.  I know where
the stones are hidden away, and I can, if you like, lead you to what the
British think you will never find.  But if you are going to believe the
words of this malicious boy, and consider me to be a common thief, I've
done.  You can have the few paltry stones I brought away to sell and pay
for my bread and meat till the war is over, and let me go.  I don't want
to act as your guide into Kimberley!  It's nothing to me!  I have told
you what I did; and what is more, I'd do it again!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough, in a whisper to West, as he sat holding his
hand to his injured head: "I believe him there."

West nodded, and the next minute they saw Anson being led away in
triumph by a crowd of Boers; but the commandant, with half-a-dozen more
who seemed to be officers, and the man who had defended them when they
were captured, remained close by the prisoners, talking together.

Soon after, the commandant approached them, glanced at Ingleborough, who
lay back, evidently in pain, and then turned to West: "You heard what
your old friend said?"

"Yes," replied West.

"It is all true?"

"His base confession is," said West boldly.  "The man is a detected

"He only bought what the British wrongly claimed!" said the Boer warmly.
"What right had they to make laws forbidding people to buy what was
freely given up by the earth for the benefit of all?"

"It is of no use for me to argue about the matter!" said West coolly.
"I shall never convince you, and you will never convince me."

"Oh yes, I should, after you had come to your senses!  There, we are not
brutes, only men fighting for our liberties, and I like you, for you are
brave and manly.  Why not join our cause?  It is just."

West looked the Boer full in the eyes, thinking the while that the man
spoke in all sincerity and belief that his cause was right.

"Well, what do you say?" cried the Boer.

West tightened his lips and shook his head.

The Boer frowned and turned to Ingleborough.

"Well," he said, "you join us, and you will not repent.  Prove faithful,
and you will gain a place of trust among us!"

West listened for his comrade's reply.

"Oh, I can't join without him," said Ingleborough.  "He's master, and
I'm only man!"

"Then he was bearer of the despatch--what that man Anson said was true?"

"Oh yes, that part of his story was true enough."

"That you were despatch-riders on the way to Mafeking--you two?"

"Quite right."

"And you two had been diamond-dealers, and brought away a quantity?"

"Just as many, as we schoolboys used to say, as you could put in your
eye with the point of a needle.  All a lie!  Anson was putting his own
case.  All we brought away was the despatch."

"Then where is it?" said the Boer sharply.

"I don't know; I was not the bearer," said Ingleborough quietly, "But
you know where it is now?"

"I--do--not," said Ingleborough firmly.  "I have not the slightest idea
where it is!"

"Then you have sent it on by someone else?"

"No," said Ingleborough.  "There, you know that we have failed, and if
you set us at liberty, all we can do is to go back to Kimberley and say
what has happened."

"You will not go back to Kimberley," said the Boer, speaking with his
eyes half-closed, "and if you did it would only be to go into prison,
for the Diamond City is closely besieged, and if not already taken it
will in a few days be ours.  There, go back to your wagon, and spend the
time in thinking till I send for you again.  The choice is before you--a
good position with us, or a long imprisonment before you are turned out
of the country."

He pointed towards their temporary place of confinement, and then turned
away, while a couple of the Boers marched them to the wagon and left
them in the sentry's charge.



Once more in the wagon, one ox a pair of despondent prisoners, hot in
temper as well as in person with the excitement of what he had so lately
gone through, West cast himself down upon the floor ready to groan,
while his more experienced, harder comrade sat down cross-legged to

"If I only knew where the coat was!" said West, with a groan.

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough.  "I'm afraid it's gone for ever!  That
Kaffir was one of the Boers' slave-like servants, of course, or he
wouldn't have been in the camp; and after the attempt at theft, if he
was not too badly wounded, he would bolt right off for his own people.
It's a sad business, old lad: but I don't think you need fear that it
will fall into the Boers' hands."

"No, I don't fear that!" replied West.  "But it is the misery and shame
of the failure that worries me!  I did so mean to succeed!"

"Hah!  Yes," sighed Ingleborough again; "but someone said--hang me if I
know who!--`'Tis not in mortals to command success.'  You're only a
mortal, old fellow, and you must make the best of it."

West groaned.

"It's horribly hard; just, too, as I had hatched out a way of escape,"
continued Ingleborough.

"I don't want to escape now."

"What?  You don't mean to join the Boers as old Fat Face suggested?"

"Why not?" said West dismally.  "I dare not go back to Kimberley."

"You daren't turn traitor to your country, and, though you feel right
down in the dumps, you dare go back to Kimberley and walk straight to
the Commandant and speak out like a man, saying: `I did my best, sir;
but I failed dismally!'"

"Ah!" sighed West.

"And he would reply: `Well, it's a bad job, my lad; but it's the fortune
of war.'"

West held out his hand as he sat there tailor-fashion by his friend in
the bottom of the wagon, and there was a warm grip exchanged.

"Bravo, boy!  You're coming round!  I knew it.  You only wanted time."

"Thank you, Ingle!  Now then, what was your idea of escaping?"

"Oh, a very simple one, but as likely to succeed as to fail."

"Tell me at once!  It will keep me from thinking about that miserable

"And the jacket!  You and I will have to take turn and turn with mine
when the cold nights come, unless we pretend to lovely Anson that we are
going to stop, and ask him to get you a fresh covering for your chest
and back."

"Oh, none of that, Ingle!  I can't bear lying subterfuges.  I'd sooner
bear the cold of the bitter nights."

"Don't use big words, lad!  Subterfuge, indeed!  Say _dodge_--a war
dodge.  But about my plan!  You have noticed that for some reason they
have not taken our ponies away."

"Yes, they are still tethered to the wheel ox that wagon.  What of that?
It would be impossible to get to them and ride out unchallenged."

"Oh no: not my way!"

"What is your way?" said West excitedly.

"Last night was dark as pitch."

"Yes; but there are double lines of sentries about."

"With sharp eyes too; but there was a commando rode out, evidently to
patrol the country and look out for our people."

"Yes; I heard them ride away."

"And I heard them come back at daybreak; but I was too lazy to get up."

"I don't see what you are aiming at," said West wearily; "but I suppose
you have some good idea--I hope a plausible one."

"I think it is, old lad," said Ingleborough, speaking now in a low
whisper.  "Suppose when that commando musters after dark--I am supposing
that one will go out again to-night--suppose, I say, when it musters we
had crept out of the wagon and crawled as far as that one where our
ponies are tethered?"

West's hand stole forward to grip his comrade's knee.

"Ah, you're beginning to grasp it!" said Ingleborough.  "Then, as I
still have my knife, suppose I cut the reins and we mounted."

"And joined the muster?" said West, in a hoarse whisper.

"It isn't a dragoon troop, with men answering the roll-call and telling
off in fours from the right."

"No, just a crowd!" said West excitedly.

"Exactly!  There's only one reason why we shouldn't succeed."

"What's that?"

"We don't look rough and blackguardly enough."

"Oh, Ingle, I quite grasp it now!"

"I've been quite aware of that, old lad, for the last minute--that and
something else.  I don't know what will have happened when the war is
over, but at present I don't wear a wooden leg.  Oh, my knee!  I didn't
think your fingers were made of bone."

"I beg your pardon, old fellow!"

"Don't name it, lad!  I'm very glad you have so much energy in you, and
proud of my powers of enduring such a vice-like--or say vicious--grip
without holloaing out.  Next time try your strength on Anson!  Why, your
fingers would almost go through his fat."

"Ingle, we must try it to-night."

"Or the first opportunity."

"Why didn't you think of that before we lost the despatch?"

"Hah!  Why didn't I?  Suppose it didn't come!"

West rose and crept to the end of the wagon and looked out.

"The ponies are still there," he whispered, and then he started
violently, for a voice at the other end of the wagon cried: "Hallo, you

West turned, with his heart sinking, convinced that the man must have

"I'm just off sentry!" the Boer said good-humouredly.  "I must have
shaved that Kaffir somewhere and not hurt him much.  As soon as I was
relieved I went and had a good look for him; but there wasn't so much as
a drop of blood."

"Poor wretch!" thought West.

"Lucky for him!" said Ingleborough, in Dutch.

"But I made the beggar drop the jacket," said the Boer, laughing; and,
to the delight of the prisoners, he sent it flying into the wagon.

That was all, and the sentry strode away, just as West bounded upon the
recovered garment like a tiger upon its prey.

"Say bless him!" whispered Ingleborough.

"Oh, Ingle!" groaned his companion, in a choking voice: "I can feel the
despatch quite safe."

"Hah!" ejaculated Ingleborough.

"And such a little while ago I was ready to curse fate and the very hour
I was born!"

"And very wrong of you too, my son!" said Ingleborough, in tones which
betrayed some emotion.  "Cursing's a very bad habit, and only belongs to
times when wicked old men lived in old-fashioned plays and indulged in
it upon all kinds of occasions, especially when they had sons and
daughters who wanted to marry somebody else."

"Oh, Ingle!  Oh, Ingle!  The sky doesn't look so covered with black
clouds now."

"By no means, my lad!  I can see enough blue sky to make a Dutchman a
pair of breeches--for Dutchman let's say Boer.  I say, what do you say
to going out on patrol to-night?"

"Yes, yes, of course!  But we have no guns!"

"Nor bandoliers, and that's a fact!  Well, it's of no use to think of
getting our own back again, even if we said we repented and meant to
join the Boers at once."

"They wouldn't trust us!"

"Too slim!  Fools if they did!"

"Then it is hopeless!" said West.  "Someone would notice it at once!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough, "and those were beautiful rifles too.  But
look here: I could see a way out of the difficulty, only you are so
scrupulous.  One mustn't tell a diplomatic fib."

"I can't stand telling an outrageous lie, even under stern necessity!"
said West, pulling down his jacket after putting it on.

"And you are so horribly honest!"

"Yes," said West bitterly.  "I have not, as Anson declared, been busy
buying illicit-diamonds.  But why do you say this--what do you mean?"

"I meant that I'd have risked it as soon as it was dark, and crept away
to steal a couple of the Boers' Mausers--just like a cat--mouser after
Mauser--I say, what a horrible joke!"

West was silent.

"They say they're splendid pieces; but it would be a terrible theft,
because I should take the bandoliers too."

West was still silent.

"I say, lad," whispered Ingleborough, laughing gently: "you couldn't
object to my stealing the rifles that would be used to kill our men."

"How would you manage?" whispered West.

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough, relieving his breast of a long pent-up
breath, as he looked up at the arched-in wagon-tilt: "this fellow's very
nearly as wicked as I am."

"Don't--don't joke!" said West: "the matter is too serious.  How would
you manage?"

"Never you mind, old Very Particular!  Leave that to me!  By the way,
though, before I lie down and have a good nap, in case I should be out
all night, I don't think there is the slightest probability of our
joining the Boer forces, do you?"

"Not the slightest!" answered West drily.  "There'll be plenty of
traitors to their country without us!"

Five minutes later Ingleborough, whose head troubled him more than he
owned to, was sleeping soundly, leaving West thinking deeply over the
prospects of a daring escape, and every now and then glancing out and
across the laager to make sure that the ponies had not been moved, as
well as to fix the position of every wagon well in his mind ready for
the time when his comrade and he would be stealing across in the dark,
and thinking at times that the Boers must be mad to leave their
prisoners' mounts tethered in sight of their temporary prison.

"But they're altogether mad!" he mused, "or they would never have dared
to defy the power of England in the way they have done!"

This thought had hardly passed through his mind when he saw a group of
the laager's occupants come by the prison wagon, each with a couple of
well-filled bandoliers crossbelt-fashion over his breast, and rifle
slung, making for the range forming one side of the laager.  They broke
up into twos and threes, and as they approached they unslung their
weapons and took off their cartridge-belts to place them beneath the
wagon-tilts, while they settled down to prepare a meal before having a

"Just come off duty!" thought the prisoner, and, with his heart beating
fast, he sat watching two of the men and then gazing hard at the nearest
wagon, piercing in imagination the thick canvas covering spread over the
arching-in hoops, and seeing, as he believed, exactly where two Mauser
rifles and the Boers' bandoliers had been laid.

"Why, if it were dark," he thought, "I could creep out and secure those
two rifles as easily as possible--if they were not taken away!"

West's face turned scarlet, and it was not from the heat of the sun upon
the wagon-tilt, nor from the sultry air which passed in from one end and
out at the other.

He drew a deep breath and moved towards Ingleborough to tell him of the
burning thoughts within him; but his comrade was sleeping so peacefully
that he shrank from awakening him.

"He'll want all his strength!" thought West, and then he fell to
wondering whether or not they would succeed.

The plan was so wonderfully simple that it seemed very possible, but--

Yes, there were so many "buts" rising up in the way.  The slightest
hitch would spoil all, and they would be detected and subjected to the
roughest of usage, even if they were not shot.  But it was worth the
risk, and the thinker's heart began to beat faster, and his hand stole
to the part of his jacket where he had hidden the despatch, and as he
did so he mentally saw himself and his companion riding through the
darkness with the Boers, and waiting for an opportunity to dash off,
taking the enemy so by surprise that they would be off and away and well
into the gloom before they could be followed.

Once well mounted, with the open veldt before them, and the darkness for
their friend, he felt that it would go hard if they did not escape.

He had come to this point, and was full of a wild exhilaration, feeling
at heart that the venture only wanted the dash with which they would
infuse it, when his attention was taken up by seeing the Boer leader
with about half-a-dozen of his field-cornets pass by the open end of the
tent and cross the laager.

He watched them with some anxiety, and then all at once his heart began
to sink with a sudden attack of despair, for two of the party went off
in front, unfastened the reins by which the two Basuto ponies were
tethered to the wagon-wheels, and led them to where the Boer leader and
the rest had halted, prior to putting the little animals through their
paces as if to test their powers in connection with some object in view.

A castle in the air dashed down into nothingness, and he uttered a low
groan, which made Ingleborough start up with a wondering look in his



"What's wrong?" said Ingleborough, in a whisper.

"Look out at the bottom of the wagon," was West's reply.

Ingleborough rose to his knees, and at a glance grasped the meaning of
his companion's troubled look.

"Going to adopt our little Basutos for their own use, eh?" he said
coolly.  "Well, I wonder they haven't done it before!  Bah!  There are
plenty more horses about!  What worries me is how I'm to get a couple of
rifles and the ammunition.  I was rather too cock-a-hoop about that when
I talked to you, for these beloved Dutch cuddle up their pieces as if
they loved them with all their hearts."

West smiled.

"Oh, don't do that because I said cuddled."

"I smiled because I see the way to get a couple of rifles as soon as
it's dark," said West, and he told what he had noted.

"Then there's no reason for you to look glum.  I'll get a couple of
horses somehow if you'll get the guns.  Here, I'd whistle or sing if I
were not afraid of taking the sentry's attention.  We're all right, lad,
and that bit of sleep has taken away the miserable pain in my head which
I keep on having since my fall.  Now then, what are they going to do
with those ponies?"

Sitting well back, the prisoners watched all that went on, and saw the
ponies mounted and put through their paces by a couple of big Boers of
the regular heavy, squat, Dutch build.

"Bah!  What a shame!" whispered Ingleborough; "it's murdering the poor
little nags.  A regular case for the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals.  Those fellows want a couple of dray-horses to carry

"Yes, and they've found it out," said West softly.

For as they looked on they saw the two Boers pull up after a canter up
and down the full length of the laager, and then drop clumsily off, with
the result that the ponies spread out their legs and indulged in a good
shake which nearly dislodged their saddles.

Then a couple more of the onlookers tried the little mounts, but stopped
after one trot up and down, and a general conversation ensued, resulting
in the ponies being led off and tied up again in the same place, making
West's heart beat as fast as if he had been running hard, while all the
time he tried to crush down a feeling of elation, lest he should be
premature in his hopefulness and be met with a fresh disappointment,
for, though he saw the reins fastened in the same places, there was
plenty of time before dark for the ponies to be removed.

Just then their examination of the Boers' proceedings was brought to an
end by one of their captors bringing the roughly-prepared portion of
food that was served out to them every day.

It was rough, but good of its kind, for the Boers seemed to like to live
well, and they did not stint their prisoners, who, at a word from
Ingleborough, fell to at once.

"Appetite or no appetite, eat all you can," he said.  "We may have to
work very hard to-night, and shall need all our strength."

There was a fair amount left after they had done, and this was carefully
tied up ready for taking with them if they were successful that night.
After this there was nothing more to be done but to wait till darkness
fell, and they sat back watching while the sentry was again changed,
when the fresh man visited the wagon, to climb in, look carefully round,
and eye them suspiciously before returning to his post.

"Does that fellow suspect anything?" whispered West.

"Of course; but nothing fresh.  He comes on duty under the full
impression that we mean to escape if we can, and he feels that if we
attempt it his duty is to send a bullet through each of us."

"Then you don't think he suspects that we are going to make an attempt

"Pooh!  How could he?  But look!  There goes Anson!  Not coming here, is

"No: going to his own wagon!  I say, Ingle, do you think he has any
illicit-diamonds with him?"

"I'm sure of it!  He could not, according to his nature, have come away
without robbing the company somehow.  I only wish I had the searching of
his wagon!  I suppose Norton did not have a chance!"

"Yes, look!  He has gone to his wagon.  Where should you search if you
had the chance?"

"Not quite sure yet!" said Ingleborough gruffly.  "But don't talk to me.
I want to think of something better than diamonds."

"You mean liberty?"

"That's right.  And now, once for all, we don't want to make any more
plans: each knows what he has to do, and as soon as it is dark he has to
do it."

"No," said West gravely; "your part must wait until I have managed to
get the rifles."

"Well, yes; I must not be in too great a hurry.  But I say, wouldn't it
be better for us to go together to the horses, and hide by them or under
them till the Boers muster?"

"But suppose the sentry takes it into his head to come and examine the
wagon, and gives the alarm?"

"Oh, don't suppose anything!" said Ingleborough impatiently.  "We must
chance a good deal and leave the rest to luck."

West nodded, and fixed his eyes upon the wagon he had previously singled
out, noticing that the Boers who occupied it were lying right beneath,
sleeping, each with a rolled-up blanket for a rug.

A little later he saw a big heavy-looking Kaffir come up, look
underneath at the sleepers, and then go off for a short distance, to lie
down upon his chest, doubling his arms before him so as to make a
resting-place for his forehead, and lying so perfectly motionless that
it became evident that he also was asleep.

The evening was closing in fast now, and the men began to move about
more as if making preparations for some excursion which they had in

"That looks well!" said Ingleborough.  "There's going to be some
movement to-night.  All was so still half-an-hour ago that I began to
think we should have to put off our attempt."

"Oh, don't say that!" said West.  "We _must_ go!"

Further conversation was checked by the coming of the sentry to look in
upon them, scowling heavily before he slouched away.

Ten minutes or so later the darkness began to fall, increasing so fast
that within half-an-hour the laager would have been quite black if it
had not been for a lantern inside a wagon here and there; but, in spite
of the darkness, the camp began to grow more animated, a buzz of
conversation seeming to rise from the wagons like the busy hum of the
insects outside.

All at once, as Ingleborough was going to draw his companion's attention
to this fact, he felt a hand steal along his arm to grip his hand.  Then
it was withdrawn, a very faint rustling followed, and the listener felt
that he was alone.

"Good luck go with him!" he muttered.  "I wonder whether he'll succeed?"

Leaning a little forward, he seemed to strain his ears to listen, though
he felt that this was absurd, till all at once it struck him that he
heard the soft sound of stealthy steps approaching from the other end of
the wagon, and, creeping towards the sounds, he felt more than heard two
men approaching, and as he got his head over the wagon-box he heard a

"Anson and the sentry!" he said to himself.  "The spy, come to find out
whether we're safe.  Yes, that was Anson's whisper!  Then we're done if
he brings a lantern and finds me alone."

He paused for a moment or two, asking himself what he should do; and
then the idea came.

Subsiding into a reclining position, he suddenly gave his thigh a sharp
slap and started as if the blow had roused him up.

"Don't go to sleep, stupid!" he said aloud.  "One can't sleep all these
awful long nights!  Oh dear me, this is precious dull work.  I wish we
had a lantern and a box of dominoes!  I wonder whether there is a box in
the laager?"

"Bother!" he said, in a low smothered tone, with his hands covering his
face.  "I wish you wouldn't!  I was dreaming about old Anson and that
he'd got ten thousand pounds' worth of diamonds in a bag aboard his

"Like enough!" continued Ingleborough, in his natural voice.  "Ha, ha,
ha!" he laughed.  "I should like to serve the beggar out!"

"How?" he said, in the smothered sleepy voice.

"How?  I'll tell you how it might be done if he had got them.  Find out
where his wagon is in the laager, and then wait till the sentry's
asleep, and crawl out of this thing, and nobble the lot."


"Not it!  We could get them easily enough and bring them back here.
Nobody would suspect us!  But there would be no getting them away!  I
say, are you asleep again?"

"No," said West quietly.  "What's the matter with you?  Are you talking
in your sleep?  I was afraid to come in, thinking someone was with--"

He got no farther, for Ingleborough clapped a hand over his mouth and

"Heigho!  What bosh one does talk!  I wish there wasn't a blessed
diamond in the world!"

He removed his hand, and feeling that there was some reason for all
this, West said quietly: "Why?"

"Why?  See what a lot of trouble they cause!  This fighting is as much
about the diamond-fields as anything, and--Hullo! how you startled me?"

It was quite true: he was horribly startled, feeling that their plan was
spoiled, for there was a faint sound at the end of the wagon and the
door of a lantern was suddenly opened, throwing the light within, and
giving the prisoners a glance of the sentry's and Anson's faces looking

"All right?" said the sentry, in his own tongue.

"Oh yes, all right!" replied Ingleborough; "but look here: you might as
well leave us that lantern!  We won't set fire to the bed-curtains, I
promise you!"

"No," said the Boer, and with a chuckle he closed the door of the
lantern and walked whistling away to his companion.

"Anson!" said West, with his lips close to Ingleborough's ear.

"Yes: the fox!  How you startled me!  I didn't hear you come!  I was
keeping up a sham conversation, for they were stealing down upon us to
catch us on the hop!  You failed, then, or were you obliged to turn

"Neither: I succeeded!"

"What?  You got the rifles?"


"Then they must have seen them when the light was thrown in!"

"No," said West quietly; "they are outside, leaning against the near
hind wheel."

"West, lad, this seems too good to be true.  How did you manage?"

"Easily enough.  I had marked down one wagon--the one I pointed out to
you while it was light--and as soon as I dropped down from here I went
on my hands and knees to crawl towards it.  You know what a short
distance it was, and by going very slowly I passed two others where the
Boers were sitting outside talking.  This was easy enough, for they were
so much interested in their conversation that they took no notice of any
noise I made."

"And they couldn't see you?"

"I couldn't see them," replied West; "so, of course, they did not see

"Go on."

"I did," said West, "and then I thought it was all over, for the next
wagon faced in another direction, and I saw what I had not seen before--
a lantern was hanging in front over the driver's box, and it sent a dull
path of light forward on the ground, and I stopped, for I had to cross
that path, and I felt that I must be seen."

"Tut-tut-tut!" clicked Ingleborough.

"But after a few moments I recollected how much my drab brown jacket was
like the soil, and I determined to risk it."

"And crawled on?"

"Yes, but not on my hands and knees.  I lay flat on my chest and worked
myself along upon my hands and toes.  It was only about a dozen yards
where it was light, but it seemed like a mile."

"Never mind that!" said Ingleborough impatiently.  "You did it unheard?"

"Yes; but a man sitting in the wagon suddenly moved when I was half
across, and I was about to spring up, thinking that he was searching for
his rifle."

"Phew!" whistled Ingleborough softly.

"It was well I did not; for directly after, to save getting up and
opening his lantern, the Boer struck a match, and as I lay perfectly
still, fully expecting to be shot, the whole place seemed to be lit up,
and instead of hearing a rifle cocked I smelt a whiff of strong coarse
tobacco, and I felt that I was safe."

"Go on and get it over!" whispered Ingleborough.  "You are making my
hands feel wet."

"I lay some time before I dared to move."

"That you didn't, for you weren't gone long."

"Well, it seemed an hour to me: and then I crept on and out of the light
into the black darkness again, rose to my hands and knees, wondering
whether I was going right, and the next minute my hand rubbed softly
against a wagon-wheel, and I knew I was right."

"Bravo!" whispered Ingleborough.

"I rose up directly, and began to feel about carefully for the tilt, and
once more my heart seemed to rise to my mouth, for from under the wagon
there came a dull deep snoring, and I felt it was impossible to do more
for fear of being heard."

"But you made a dash for it?"

"No: I waited to get my breath, for I was just as if I had been running.
But as soon as I could I went on feeling along the edge of the tilt,
and then my heart gave a jump, for my hand touched the barrel of a rifle
and directly after that of another."

"Hurrah!" panted out Ingleborough, and West went on.

"I began to draw the first towards me, but, as soon as I did, to my
horror the other began to move, and I felt that if I kept on the second
one would fall and wake the sleeping Boers.  So I reached up with my
other hand, got well hold, and drew both together.  But it was terrible
work, for they would not come readily, because the bandoliers were
hanging to them, and as I pulled I fully expected that something would
catch and discharge one of the pieces, to alarm the whole laager for
certain, even if it did not kill me.  But by lifting and easing and
turning the rifles over I at last got the two pieces nearly out, when
they suddenly seemed to be held fast, and I stood there gradually
getting drenched with perspiration."

"Why, the edge of the tilt must have caught them!" said Ingleborough

"Yes, that's what I found to be the case, and by turning them over again
they came free, and I was standing by the wheel with what we wanted."

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough.

"But even then I had a chill, for the snoring ceased and the sleeper
began to mutter, taking all the strength out of me, till I felt that
even if he or they beneath the wagon should rouse up I could escape
through the darkness if I was quick."

"So you slung the rifles and bandoliers over your shoulders, went down
on your hands and knees, and crept back?"

"No, I did not.  I felt that there was not time, and that I had better
trust to the darkness to escape, so I just shouldered the pieces and
stepped out boldly walking across the broad path of light."

"Good; but you should have struck off to your right, so as to get where
it would be more feeble."

"I thought of that," said West quickly; "but I dared not, for fear of
missing our wagon.  So I walked boldly on, and almost ran against a

"Tut-tut-tut!  Did he stop you?"

"No: he just said: `Mind where you are coming!' and passed on."

"Well?" said Ingleborough.

"That's all.  I marched along to the wagon here and stood the rifles up
before venturing to get in, for I fancied that you were talking in your
sleep and would bring the sentry upon us.  There, I've got the arms, and
I don't want such another job as that."

"Pooh!  Nonsense, lad!  The game has only just begun!  You ought to feel
encouraged, for you have learned and taught me how easy the rest of our
job will be!  Just a little cool pluck, and we shall succeed!"

"Very well!" said West.  "I'm ready!  What next?"

"We must lie down and wait till we hear the commando on the stir, and

"Yes," said West softly; "and then?"

"Let's wait and see!"



What seemed like a couple of the weariest hours they had ever passed
went slowly by, with everything quite still in the laager; and at last
West, who was lying on his back, side by side with his companion,
whispered: "They're not going on patrol to-night.  We must creep out and
escape on foot."

"Without knowing the way through the entrance among the rocks, and with
dozens of sentries about?  Can't be done!"

"Pst!" whispered West, for his quick hearing had detected the approach
of someone, and directly after a light was flashed in under the tilt, a
little whispering followed after the dull rays were shut off, and once
more there was silence.

The pair lay a good five minutes without attempting to move or speak,
and then West whispered:

"Two sentries."

"No: one and Fathead."

"How do you know?  I daren't look, for fear they should see the gleam of
my eyes."

"I could smell him."

"Scented--out here?"

"Yes; I believe he'd put some scent on his handkerchief and some pomatum
on his hair even if he were going to be shot."

"Hist!  Listen," said West quickly; "they're on the stir."

Ingleborough started up, for a voice was heard giving an order, and it
was as if a stick had suddenly been thrust into a beehive and stirred

"Right!" said Ingleborough, in a low tone.  "Now's our time!  Take a
long deep breath, and let's make the plunge.  It will be all right if
you keep close to me!"

West instinctively drew a long breath without thinking of his
companion's advice, for it was to him like a reflection of old boyish
days when he summoned up his courage to take a plunge into deep water
while wanting faith in his powers as a swimmer.  But it was only the
making of the plunge.

Following Ingleborough, he dropped off the end of the wagon, boldly led
him to the rifles, and together in the darkness they slipped on the
bandoliers, two each, crossbelt-fashion, slung their rifles behind, put
on their broad felt hats well down over their eyes, and then, imitating
the Boer's heavy slouching walk, they hurried on through the laager in
the direction of the horses.

It was, if possible, darker than ever, and they passed several Boers,
quite half of whom were leading horses, and one of them startled and
encouraged them by growling out in Dutch: "Now then--look sharp, my

"We will!" whispered Ingleborough, as soon as they had passed on; "but
oh, if the ponies are gone!"

In another minute they knew that they were still safely tethered as they
had seen them last, while a little search at the end of the empty wagon
brought busy hands in contact with their saddles and bridles.

"Oh, it's mere child's play!" whispered Ingleborough, as they hurried
back to the ponies, which recognised their voices and readily yielded to
being petted, standing firm while the saddles were clapped on and they
were girthed.

"Ready?" said West.

"Yes.  Shall we lead them to where the muster is being made?"

"No; let's mount and ride boldly up!" said West.

The next minute they were in the saddle, and, stirred by the natural
instinct to join a gathering of their own kind, both ponies neighed and
ambled towards the spot where about fifty men were collected, some few
mounted, others holding their bridles ready for the order to start.

There was a startler for West, though, just as they were riding towards
the gathering patrol, one which communicated itself to Ingleborough, for
all at once out of the darkness on their left a voice exclaimed: "Here,
Piet, have you moved my rifle?"

"No," came back.

Then after a pause: "Here, what does this mean?  Mine's not where I left
it!  Come, no nonsense!  We may want them at any time!  You shouldn't
play tricks like this; it might mean a man's life!"

The intending fugitives heard no more, their horses hurrying them from
the spot, expecting to hear an alarm raised at any moment; but this did
not occur.

It was too dark for the recognition of faces, and the men were for the
most part sleepy and out of humour at being roused up, so that they were
very silent, thinking more of themselves than of their fellows.

There was one trifling episode, though, which was startling for the
moment, for West's pony, being skittish after days of inaction, began to
make feints of biting its nearest neighbour, with the result that the
latter's rider struck at it fiercely and rapped out an angry oath on two
in company with an enquiry delivered in a fierce tone as to who the
something or another West was that he could not keep his pony still.

Fortunately, and setting aside all necessity for a reply, a hoarse order
was given, causing a little confusion, as every dismounted man climbed
into his saddle, and the next moment there was a second order to
advance, when the leading couple went forward and the rest followed,
dropping naturally into pairs, fortunately without West and his
companion being separated.

Then began the loud clattering of hoofs upon the stony way, while they
wound in and out amongst ponderous blocks of granite and ironstone,
trusting to the leading horses, whose riders were warned of danger in
the darkness by the sentries stationed here and there.

Before they were half-way clear from the rocks of the kopje, both West
and Ingleborough were fully convinced that to have attempted to escape
on foot in the darkness must have resulted in failure, while minute by
minute their confidence increased in the ultimate result of their ruse,
for it was evident that the couple of Boers next to them in front and in
rear could have no more idea of who they were than they could gain of
their neighbours.

For every man's time was fully taken up in providing for his own and his
mount's safety--much more in seeking his own, for the sure-footed ponies
were pretty well accustomed to looking after themselves in patches of
country such as in their own half-wild state they were accustomed to
seek for the sake of the lush growth to be found bordering upon the
sources of the streams.

There was not much conversation going on, only the exchange of a few
hoarse grunts from time to time, sufficient, however, to encourage the
two prisoners to think that they might venture upon an observation or
two in Boer-Dutch, both imitating their captors' tones and roughness as
far as they could.  But they did not venture upon much, and carefully
avoided whispers as being likely to excite suspicion.

"Have you any plans as to the next start?" said West.

"Only that we should go off north-west as soon as we are well on the
open veldt, and gallop as hard as we can go."

"Which is north-west?"

"Hang me if I have the slightest idea!  Have you?"

"No.  But it does not matter.  Let's get clear away if we can, and shape
our course afterwards when the sun rises."

"Capital plan!  Anything more?"

"I've been thinking," answered West, "that if we turn off suddenly
together the whole troop will go in pursuit at once, and then it will be
the race to the swiftest."

"Of course!  It always is!"

"Oh no," said West drily; "not always: the most cunning generally wins."

"Very well, then we shall win, for we are more cunning than these
dunder-headed Boers."

They rode on in silence after this for a few minutes, gradually feeling
that they were on level ground, over which the ponies ambled easily
enough; but they could not see thirty yards in any direction.

"Look here," said Ingleborough gruffly: "you've some dodge up your
sleeve!  What is it?"

"Only this," replied West; "I've been thinking that if we can get a
hundred yards' clear start, and then strike off to right or left, we can
laugh at pursuit, for they will have lost sight of us and will not know
which way to pursue."

"Yes, that's right enough, but how are you going to get your hundred
yards' start?"

"I'll tell you how I think it can be done," and, bending over towards
his companion, West mumbled out a few words in the darkness and
Ingleborough listened and uttered a low grunt as soon as his friend had

Then there was utter silence, broken only by the dull clattering sound
of the horses' hoofs upon the soft dusty earth, West listening the while
in the black darkness till he heard Ingleborough upon his left make a
rustling noise caused by the bringing round and unslinging of his rifle,
followed by the loading and then the softly cocking of the piece.

"Ready?" said Ingleborough, at last.

"Yes," was the reply.

"Then one--two--three--and away!" said Ingleborough softly.

At the first word West began to bear upon his horse's rein, drawing its
head round to the right, and at the last he drove his heels sharply into
the pony's flanks and wrenched its head round so suddenly that the
startled little beast made a tremendous bound off towards the open
veldt, its sudden action having a stunning and confusing effect upon the
line of Boers.

"Hi! stop!" roared Ingleborough directly, shouting in the Boer-Dutch
tongue, while as West tore on his companion stood up in his stirrups,
fired two shots after him in succession, and then with another shout he
set spurs to his pony and dashed off as fast as his mount would go.

The fugitives plunged one after the other into the darkness on the
little column's flank, and the burghers saw them for a few moments ere
they disappeared and their ponies' hoofs began to sound dull before they
recovered from the stupor of astonishment the suddenness of the incident
had caused.

Then a voice shouted fiercely: "A deserter!  Fire and bring him down!"

"No: stop!" shouted the leader, in a stentorian voice.  "Do you want to
shoot your faithful brother?"

There was a murmur of agreement at this, and the rustle and rattle of
rifles being unslung stopped at once.

"Who is the burgher who followed the traitor?" continued the leader.

There was no reply, only a low muttering of voices as the Boers
questioned one another.

"Wait," continued the officer in command.  "I daresay our brother has
wounded him and will bring him back in a few minutes."

The Boers waited with their little force drawn up in line and facing the
black far-stretching veldt, every man wondering which two of their party
had been traitor and pursuer, and naturally waited in vain.



The dash for liberty had been well carried out, West getting his sturdy
pony into a swinging gallop before he had gone far, and keeping it up
straight away till he could hear Ingleborough's shout in close pursuit,
when he drew rein a little, till in its efforts to rejoin its companion
the second pony raced up alongside.

"Bravo, West, lad!" panted Ingleborough, in a low tone that sounded
terribly loud in their ears, which magnified everything in their
excitement.  "It's a pity you are not in the regulars!"


"You'd soon be a general!"

"Rubbish!" said West shortly.  "Don't talk or they'll be on us!  Can you
hear them coming?"

"No; and I don't believe they will come!  They'll leave it to me to
catch you.  I say, I didn't kill you when I fired, did I?"

"No," said West, with a little laugh, "but you made me jump each time!
The sensation was rather queer."

"I took aim at an angle of forty-five degrees with the horizon or
thereabouts, to be exact," said Ingleborough pedantically; "and those
two, my first shots with a Mauser rifle, no doubt have travelled a
couple of miles at what they call a high trajectory.  But what glorious

"Yes; I never dared to hope that the plan would succeed so well."

"Talk about humbugging anyone--why, it was splendid!"

"But oughtn't we to go off at right angles now?" said West anxiously, as
he turned himself in his saddle and listened.

"Quite time enough to do that when we hear them tearing along in full
pursuit, and that will not be to-night."

"Think not?"

"I feel sure of it, lad!  Of course they can't hatch it out in their
thick skulls that their two prisoners were the actors in this little
drama: they can't know till they get back that we have escaped."

"Of course not."

"And you may depend upon it that they'll stand fast for about a quarter
of an hour waiting for me to come back, either with my prisoner alive or
with his scalp--I mean his rifle, ammunition, and pony."

"And when they find that you don't come back?" said West, laughing to

"Then they'll say that you've taken my scalp and gone on home with it:
think it is just the fortune of war, and promise themselves that they'll
ride out by daylight to save my body from the Aasvogels and bury it out
of sight."

"And by degrees they will put that and that together," said West, "and
find that they have been thoroughly tricked."

"Yes, and poor Anson will distil pearly tears from those beautiful eyes
of his, and we shall not be there to see them rolling down his fat
cheeks.  West, lad, I never yet wanted to kill a man."

"Of course not, and you don't now!"

"That's quite correct, lad; but I should like to be a grand inquisitor
sitting on Master Anson for his renegade ways and superintending in the
torture-chamber.  My word, shouldn't he have the question of the water;
no, the rack; or better still, the extraction of his nails.  Stop a
minute: I think hanging from the ceiling by his wrists with a weight
attached to his ankles, and a grand finish-off with the question of fire
would be more fitting.  Bless him for a walking tallow sausage, wouldn't
he burn!"

"Ugh!  Don't be such a savage!" cried West angrily.  "You wouldn't do
anything of the kind.  I should be far more hard-hearted and cruel than
you'd be, for I would have him tied up to the wheel of a wagon and set a
Kaffir to flog him with a sjambok on his bare back."

"Oh!" exclaimed Ingleborough sharply.

"What's the matter?"

"And I've come away without having the oily rascal stripped of his

"What!  His diamonds?"

"Yes.  I know he has a regular pile hidden in that wagon of his, and,
what's more, I know where to look and find them."


"Never you mind till the time comes!  I have a sort of prescient idea
that some day we shall face that fellow again with the circumstances
reversed; and then I'm going to have his loot cleared out."

And this and much more as the fugitives cantered easily along through
the darkness, giving their ponies their heads and letting them increase
the distance more and more, till all at once West broke the silence by
exclaiming: "I say, Ingle, is it really true?"

"Is what really true--that Master Anson's a fat beast?"

"No, no; that we have escaped and are riding away at full liberty to go
where we please?  It seems to me like a dream, and that in the morning
we shall awake and find ourselves once again in that dreary wagon."

"Partly true, partly imaginary," said Ingleborough bluntly.

"What do you mean?" said West, in a startled tone.

"It's true that we've made a jolly clever escape, thanks to you; but it
isn't true that we're at liberty to go where we like."

"Why not?" said West wonderingly.

"Because you've got that despatch in your jacket somewhere, I hope."

"Yes," said West, after running his hand down a seam.  "It's safe

"Well, that despatch says we must go to Mafeking; so we're prisoners to
duty still."

"Of course!" said West cheerily.  "But look here: it's of no use to tire
our ponies.  We're far enough off now to let them walk, or dismount and
let them graze till we know which way to steer."

"It's all right; keep on, lad!  We're steering as straight as if we had
a compass.  I believe the ponies know where we want to go, and took the
right line at once."

"Nonsense!  You don't believe anything of the kind.  What makes you
think we're going in the right direction?"

"Because the clouds yonder thinned out a bit half-an-hour ago, and I saw
three dim stars in a sort of arch, and continuing the line there was
another brighter one just in the place where it ought to be.  I know
them as well as can be of old: the big one sets just in the north-west."

"Are you sure of that?" cried West eagerly.

"As sure as that I bore off a little to the right as soon as I saw that
star, so as to turn more to the north and straight for Mafeking.  I
don't guarantee that we are keeping straight for it now the stars are
shut out; but we shall know as soon as it's day by the compass."

"Why don't we strike a light and examine it now?" said West eagerly.

"Because we haven't a match!" replied Ingleborough.  "Didn't our sturdy
honest captors take everything away but my knife, which was luckily in
my inner belt along with my money?"

"To be sure!" sighed West.

"And if we had matches we dare not strike them for fear of the light
being seen by one of the Boer patrols."

"Yes," said West, with another sigh.  "I suppose they are everywhere

At that moment the ponies stopped short, spun round, almost unseating
their riders, and went off at full speed back along the way they had
come; and it was some minutes before they could be checked and soothed
and patted back into a walk.

"The country isn't quite civilised yet," said West; "fancy lions being
so near the line of a railway.  Hark; there he goes again!"

For once more the peculiar barking roar of a lion came from a distance,
making the air seem to quiver and the ponies turn restless again and
begin to snort with dread.

"Steady, boys, steady!" said Ingleborough soothingly to the two steeds.
"Don't you know that we've got a couple of patent foreign rifles, and
that they would be more than a match for any lion that ever lived?"

"If we shot straight!" said West banteringly.  "There he goes again!
How near do you think that fellow is?"

"Quiet, boy!" cried Ingleborough, leaning forward and patting his pony
on the neck, with satisfactory results.  "How far?  It's impossible to
say!  I've heard performers who called themselves ventriloquists, but
their tricks are nothing to the roaring of a lion.  It's about the most
deceptive sound I know.  One time it's like thunder, and another it's
like Bottom the Weaver."

"Like what?" cried West.

"The gentleman I named who played lion, and for fear of frightening the
ladies said he would roar him as gently as a sucking dove.  Now then,
what's to be done?"

"I don't know," said West.  "We did not calculate upon having lions to
act as sentries on behalf of the Boers."

"Let's bear off more to the north and try to outflank the great cat."

Changing their course, they started to make a half-circle of a couple of
miles' radius, riding steadily on, but only to have their shivering
mounts startled again and again till they were ready to give up in

"We'd better wait till daybreak," said West.

"There's no occasion to," said Ingleborough, "for there it is, coming
right behind us, and we're going too much to the west.  Bear off, and
let's ride on.  I don't suppose we shall be troubled any more.  What we
want now is another kopje--one which hasn't been turned into a trap."

"There's what we want!" said West, half-an-hour later, as one of the
many clumps of rock and trees loomed up in the fast lightening front.

"Yes," said Ingleborough sharply, "and there's what we don't want, far
nearer to us than I like."

"Where?" asked West sharply.

"Straight behind us!"

"Why, Ingle," cried West, in despair, "they've been following us all
through the night!"

"No," said Ingleborough, shading his eyes with his hand; "that's a
different patrol, I feel sure, coming from another direction."

"What shall we do?"

"Ride straight for that kopje; we're between it and the patrol, and
perhaps they won't see us.  If they do we must gallop away."

"But suppose this kopje proves to be occupied?" said West.  "We don't
want to be taken prisoners again."

"That's the truest speech you've made for twenty-four hours, my lad,"
said Ingleborough coolly, "but, all the same, that seems to be the
wisest thing to do."

"Make for the kopje?"

"Yes, for we want water, shelter, and rest."

"But if the Boers are there too?"

"Hang it, lad, there aren't enough of the brutes to occupy every kopje
in the country; some of them must be left for poor fellows in such a
mess as we are."

"Ride on and chance it then?"

"To be sure!" was the reply; and they went on at a steady canter
straight for the clump in front, a mile or so away, turning every now
and then to watch the line of horsemen which seemed to be going at right
angles to their track.  Just as they reached the outskirts of the
eminence the leading files of the patrol bore off a little and the
fugitives had the misery of seeing that the enemy they wished to avoid
seemed to be aiming straight for the place they had intended for a
refuge, while to have ridden out to right or left meant going full in
sight of the patrol.

To make matters worse, the sun was beginning to light up the stony tops
of the kopje, and in a very few minutes the lower portions would be
glowing in the morning rays.

"Cheer up!" said Ingleborough; "it's a big one!  Now then, dismount and
lead horses!  Here's cover enough to hide in now, and we may be able to
get round to the other side without being seen."

"And then?"

"Oh, we won't intrude our company upon the enemy; let's ride off as fast
as we can."



The bottom and surroundings of the eminence afforded plenty of cover,
and the fugitives pushed on in and out among dense patches of low
growth, and, leading their sure-footed little ponies, they climbed over
and around piles and masses of stone that would have been difficulties
even to mules, while twice over West scaled a slope so as to carefully
look down and backward at the enemy.

This he was able to do unseen, and came down again to report that the
patrol was still making for the kopje as if for rest, but that their
movements were too careless and deliberate for those of an enemy in

The far side of the pile of granite and ironstone was reached in safety,
placing the fugitives about a quarter of a mile from the Boers in a
direct line, but quite a mile of intricate climbing if measured by the
distance round; and they paused in a green patch full of refreshing
beauty, being a wide ravine stretching up into the height, and with a
bubbling stream of water running outward and inviting the ponies at once
to take their fill.

"This settles it at once!" said Ingleborough, letting his bridle fall
upon his mount's neck.

"Yes; we can go well in yonder, leading the ponies along the bed of the
stream.  There is plenty of cover to hide half a regiment."

"Of Boers," said Ingleborough shortly.  "It will not do for us."

"Why?" said West, staring.  "We can hide there till they have gone."

"My dear boy," said Ingleborough; "can't you see?  The beggars evidently
know this place, and are making for it on account of the water.  We saw
none on the other side."

"Very well," said West sharply; "let's ride off, and keep the hill
between us and them."

"Too late!" said Ingleborough.  "This way; come on!"

For as he spoke there was the loud beating noise of many hoofs,
indicating that the whole or a portion of the commando was coming at a
gallop round the opposite side of the kopje from that by which the
fugitives had come; and to have started then would have meant a gallop
in full sight of a large body of men ready to deliver a rifle-fire of
which they would have had to run the gauntlet.

"We're entering another trap," said West bitterly, as they led their
reluctant ponies along the bed of the stream, fortunately for them too
stony for any discoloration to be borne down to show the keen-eyed Boers
that someone had passed that way, and at the same time yielding no
impress of the footprints of man or beast.

As far as the fugitives could see, the ravine went in a devious course a
couple of hundred yards into the eminence, but, as it proved, nearly
across to the other side.  It was darkened by overhanging trees and
creepers, which found a hold in every ledge or crack of the almost
perpendicular sides, and grew darker and darker at every score of yards;
but the echoing rocks gave them full notice of what was going on near
the entrance, the voices of the Boers and the splashing noise of their
horses' feet coming with many repetitions to drown any sound made by
their own.

"It isn't a bad place!" said Ingleborough, as they hurried on, with the
ravine growing more narrow and the sides coming more sharply down into
the water.  "It strikes me that we shall find the water comes out of
some cave."

Five minutes later Ingleborough proved to be quite correct, for they
paused at a rugged archway between piled-up fern-hung blocks, out of
which the water rushed in a fairly large volume, but not knee-deep; and,
upon leaving his horse with his comrade and boldly wading in, West found
that the cave expanded as soon as the entrance was passed, so that the
spring ran outward along a narrow stony bed, and on either side there
was a bed of sand of considerable width.

"Come along!" said West.  "The water gets shallower, and there is a dry
place on either side."

Ingleborough waded in at once, but unfortunately the ponies shrank from
following, and hung back from the reins, one of them uttering a loud
snort, which was repeated from the interior so loudly that the second
animal reared up wildly and endeavoured to break away.

West dashed back though directly and relieved his companion of one of
the refractory beasts, when by means of a good deal of coaxing and
patting they were finally got along for some yards and out onto the
sandy side, where they whinnied out their satisfaction and recovered
their confidence sufficiently to step towards the running waters and
resume their interrupted drink.

"Rifles!" said Ingleborough shortly, when West unslung his and stood
ready, following his companion's example as he stood in the darkness
with his piece pointing out at the bright stream with its mossy and
fern-hung framing.

"Did you hear anyone coming?" whispered West.

"No, but they must have heard our ponies and be coming on," was the

"Let them come; we can keep the whole gang at bay from here!"

But five minutes' watching and listening proved that they had not been
heard, for the Boers were too busy watering their horses, the voices of
the men and the splashings and tramplings of the beasts coming in
reverberations right along the natural speaking-tube, to strike clearly
upon the listeners' ears.

Three several times the fugitives stood on guard with rifles cocked,
ready to make a determined effort to defend their post of vantage, for
the voices came nearer and nearer, and splashing sounds indicated
movements out towards the mouth of the ravine; but just when their
nerves were strained to the utmost, and they watched with starting eyes
a corner round which the enemy would have to turn to bring them within
range, the talking and splashing died out, and they simultaneously
uttered a sigh of relief.

"I couldn't bear much of this, Ingle," said West, at last.  "I half
think that I would rather have them come on so that we could get into
the excitement of a fight."

"I don't half think so, lad; I do quite," replied Ingleborough.

"But you don't want to fight?"

"Of course not; I don't want to feel that I've killed anybody; but at
the same time I'd rather kill several Boers than they should kill me.
However, I hope they will not attack us, for if they do I mean to shoot
as straight as I can and as often as is necessary.  What do you say?"

West was silent for a few moments, during which he seemed to be thinking
out the position.  At last he spoke: "I have never given the Boers any
reason for trying to destroy my life, my only crime being that I am
English.  So, as life is very sweet and I want to live as long as I can,
I shall do as you do till they get disheartened, for I don't see how
they can get at us, and--"

"Here, quick, lad!" whispered Ingleborough, swinging round.  "We're
attacked from behind!"

West followed his example, feeling fully convinced that the Boers had
after all seen them seek refuge in the cavern, and had taken advantage
of their knowledge of the place to creep through some tunnel which led
in from the other side, for there was a strange scuffling and rustling
sound a little way in, where it was quite dark.  With rifles pointed
towards the spot and with fingers on triggers, the two friends waited
anxiously for some further development, so as to avoid firing blindly
into the cavern without injury to the enemy while leaving themselves
unloaded when their foes rushed on.

"Can't be Boers!" said Ingleborough, at the end of a minute, during
which the noise went on; "it's wild beasts of some kind."

"Lions," suggested West.

"Oh no; they'd go about as softly as cats!  More like a pack of hyaenas
trying to get up their courage for a charge!"

"If we fired and stood on one side they'd rush out!" replied West.

"Yes," said Ingleborough grimly; "and the Boers would rush in to see
what was the matter.  That wouldn't do, for it's evident that they don't
know we're here."

"But we must do something, or they'll injure the horses!  Why!" cried
West excitedly; "it must be that they've pulled the poor beasts down and
are devouring them."

"Without our little Basutos making a kick for life?  Nonsense!  They'd
squeal and kick and rush out.  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

To West's astonishment his companion burst into a prolonged fit of
gentle laughter.

"Here, come along!" he said.  "Of all the larky beggars!  Here, you two
ruffians, stow that, or you'll smash up those saddles!"

Ingleborough dashed in, followed at once by West, and as they got in
further from the cave's mouth they dimly saw their mounts spring up from
having a good roll and wriggle upon the soft dry sand to rest their
spines and get rid of the larvae of some worrying pernicious horse-fly.

The moment the two ponies were on all-fours they gave themselves a
vigorous shake, and then whinnied softly and advanced to their riders
with out-stretched necks, expectant of a piece of bread or some other
delicacy with which they had been petted from time to time.

"Why, you larky little rascals!" cried Ingleborough, patting the two
beasts affectionately; "what do you mean by frightening us out of our
seven senses?  I mean frightening me, for you weren't scared a bit--eh,

"Frightened?  It was horrible!  I can understand now why the Boers can't
bear being attacked from behind!"

"Of course!  I say, though, no wonder children are afraid of being in
the dark."  He turned to the ponies, and said: "Look here, my lads, I
suppose you don't understand me, but if you could take my advice you'd
lie down to have a good rest.  It would do you both good, and if the
firing did begin you'd escape being hit."

To this one of the ponies whinnied softly, and then moved gently to its
companion's side, head to tail, bared its big teeth as if to bite, and
began to draw them along the lower part of the other's spine, beginning
at the root of the tail and rasping away right up to the saddle, while
the operatee stretched out its neck and set to work in the same way upon
the operator, upon the give-and-take principle, both animals grunting
softly and uttering low sounds that could only be compared to bleats or

"They say there's nothing so pleasant in life as scratching where you
itch," said West, laughing.  "My word!  They do seem to enjoy it."

"Poor beggars, yes!" replied Ingleborough.  "I believe there's no
country in the world where animals are more tortured by flies than in
Africa.  The wretched insects plunge in that sharp instrument of theirs,
pierce the skin, and leave an egg underneath; the warmth of the body
hatches it into what we fishing boys called a gentle, and that white
maggot goes on eating and growing under the poor animal's coat, living
on hot meat always till it is full-grown, when its skin dries up and
turns reddish-brown, and it lies still for a bit, before changing into a
fly, which escapes from the hole in the skin it has eaten and flits away
to go and torture more animals."

"And not only horses, but other animals!" said West quietly.

"Horses only?  Oh no; the bullocks get them terribly, and the various
kinds of antelopes as well.  I've seen skins taken off blesboks and
wildebeestes full of holes.  And there you are, my lad; that's a lecture
on natural history."

"Given in the queerest place and at the strangest time a lecture was
ever given anywhere," said West.

"It is very horrible, though, for the animals to be tortured so!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough thoughtfully; "but the flies must enjoy
themselves wonderfully.  They must have what people in England call a
high old time, and--eh?  What's the matter?"

"Be ready!" whispered West.  "Someone coming; there's no mistake now!"



Ingleborough drew in his breath with a hiss, and once more stood on his
guard with his comrade right in the darkness, and in front of the two
ponies, where a good view of the stream outside and the corner rock
fringed with ferns could be obtained.

For voices could be heard as of two men talking together, while plash,
plash, plash their footsteps in the water echoed for some moments from
the rocky sides of the chasm, before they came leisurely into sight
round the corner and stood knee-deep looking straight into the cave,
little thinking of the peril in which they were, for a couple of rifles
covered them, and the slightest pressure upon the triggers would have
sent the long thin bullets upon their errand to pierce the Boers through
and through.

But no pressure came, those within the cavern seeing clearly enough from
the men's careless manner that they felt perfectly safe and were upon no
unusual errand.

They were roughly enough clad, and their outer garments showed that they
had been slept in for some time and exposed to all kinds of weather; but
there was something about their mien, and more in the words they let
fall, which showed them to belong to a superior type of Boer.

"Yes, there it is," said one of the two in Boer-Dutch, "just as it was
ten years ago when I was here on a hunting trip.  The source is
perennial, and beautiful water.  That's why I wanted Dietz to come out
of our way."

"Does it go in far?"

"About a hundred yards, and there the water suddenly gushes out of the
floor; but there are some nasty holes about, plunging down no one knows
how deep, and I shouldn't like to venture in without a light."

"Why didn't we bring a lantern?"

"Because we don't want to go burrowing into the kopje."

"Speak for yourself.  I do!" said the second man.  "Here, I've got
plenty of matches--come along."

"No, thank you," said the first.  "One never knows what may be in a
place like that."

West pinched his companion's arm.

"What is likely to be there?"

"Who can tell?  A lioness and her full-grown cubs, perhaps, or a pack of
jackals!  Worse still, snakes or some of the wandering bushmen with bows
and poisoned arrows."

"Hardly likely!" said the second Boer.

"I think very likely," said the first speaker, peering so steadfastly
into the cavern that for a few moments West felt certain that they were
seen.  "One of the Kaffir tribes would not enter that place to save
their lives."


"Because they believe that a great water demon hides in the spring who
rises up and seizes anyone who approaches, drags him down, and devours

"All of which must be perfectly true!" answered the other Boer, with a
sneer.  "Of course you are a believer?"

"I'm a full believer in its being dangerous to go into caves without
proper lights," said the first speaker coldly, "and I think we are
undergoing risks enough every day from the rooineks' rifles and their
lancers' spears, without chancing a fall down some horrible pit."

"Where there is a water demon!" said his companion, with another sneer.

"Just for the sake of gratifying a little idle curiosity."

"Oh, very well then!  I don't like to come to such a natural curiosity
without exploring; so here goes alone."

The next moment the first speaker had stretched out his hand and barred
his companion's way with his rifle.

"What do you mean by that?" cried the Boer.

"To stop you going."

"What!" cried the other.  "I shall go if I please!"

"No!" said the first speaker sternly.  "I order you not!"

"You--you order me?" cried the other wrathfully.

"Yes; recollect that you are a soldier for the time being, and under my
command.  I order you not to go, for we have too much need of all our
brave burghers to defend the country to let any man risk his life in a
foolhardy adventure."


"Silence!" said the other sternly.  "I am going back.  Had I known of
this, I would not have let you come!"

"Look here," said the other insolently, "we are not on duty now, and
once for all I tell you that while I serve I am not going to put up with
bullying from any man who is a step above me in the ranks."

The first speaker looked at him sternly, and Ingleborough placed his
lips close to West's ear.

"Look here," said Ingleborough, "if we shoot, both take aim at that
obstinate brute, and give the other a chance to run for his life!"

A nod was the only answer, as both listened to what was said further.

"You fellows, because you get made field-cornets by a bit of luck, don't
know how to contain yourselves, and--"

"Back to your horse!" said the first speaker, the veins in whose
forehead stood out in a network beneath his flap-brimmed hat, while his
voice sounded full of suppressed fury.

"Back yourself!" cried the other.  "I'll obey your orders in the field,
but we of the Free State are getting tired of the overbearing ways of
you men of the Transvaal.  Put down your rifle, sir!  By all that's
holy, if you hold it towards me in that threatening way, I'll send a
Mauser bullet through you.  If I die for it, I will."

At that moment, just as there seemed to be every possibility of a deadly
encounter between the two men, there was a loud hail from beyond the
rock, and, as it was not replied to, another cry was heard, in company
with loud echoing splashes in the water, and half-a-dozen Boers waded
into sight, evidently in a high state of excitement.

"Hullo there!" shouted the foremost, "didn't you hear us call?  We began
to think you had fallen into an ambush!  Quick, back with you: there's a
patrol of the rooineks out yonder coming this way, the mounted men with
the spiked poles."

"Many or few?" said the man addressed as the field-cornet, and,
apparently forgetting his anger in the excitement, he began to hurry
away from the cavern mouth, talking loudly the while.  "I'll see!  If
they'll come on, we'll stay here; if not, we might try and surround them
and capture the whole gang!"

The next minute the walls of the gully were echoing the hurried
splashing made by the party, as the last of them turned the corner and
disappeared across the veldt.

"Phew!  What a pity!" said Ingleborough, taking off his hat to wipe his

"A pity!" cried West.  "What: the news that some of our people are

"No, no; I meant that the row came to an end.  I was in hopes that we
were going to have a new version of the Kilkenny cats, and two enemies
of Old England were going to tear each other to pieces and leave only a
tail behind."

"Oh, be serious, Ingle!" said West excitedly.  "We might venture out

"Don't be rash!  We've got to find out what they mean to do."

"Come along then, and let's leave the horses where they are.  We must
try and climb up somewhere to see what is going on."

"Very well, but take care!  These are awfully breakneck walls to mount."

"Yes, but it has to be done!  Why not up that crack?"

West pointed to a rift half-full of wiry-looking shrubs mingled with
ferns, which ran up the rocky wall of the gully diagonally.

"Think you can do it?"

"Yes, it's easier than it looks.  Let's try!"

"Right!" said Ingleborough.  "Up you go!"

West waded across to the side, slinging his rifle as he went, then
pulling his hat on tightly, he reached up as high as he could, and drew
himself up a foot or two.  Then, carefully taking advantage of the
angles and edges of projecting rocks for his feet and getting hand-hold
of the tough shrubs, he was soon up twenty feet above the rushing

"Come along!" he said.  "It's not bad climbing!"

"Matter of opinion," replied Ingleborough, "but here goes!" and he began
to mount, while West went on.

"Oh yes," he said, "it's all right!  Why, it puts one in mind of the
Lady--I say, lad, ugh!--that was slippy!"

"Hold on then!" cried West excitedly, for one of Ingleborough's feet
glided over the edge of a stone, which yielded, and he was left hanging
by his hands, to strive to get a footing.

"Get out!" said Ingleborough, panting.  "That's better.  Just as if I
shouldn't hold on!  Think I wanted a cold bath?"

"You gave me quite a turn!" said West.  "Will you leave it to me?  I can
manage it!"

"Go on, you vain young coxcomb!  So can I manage it!  If you don't look
out, I'll be up first!  Well, what are you stopping for?"

"Look down there!" said West.

Ingleborough held on tightly while he twisted his head to see that the
two ponies had hurried out of the cave to wade to the place where they
had started from, and were looking up wonderingly.

"Ha, ha!" laughed Ingleborough.  "They're afraid of being left behind!
Here, you two, be off back into your stable," he continued, getting hold
of a loose piece of rock with the intention of dropping it into the
water to scare the lookers-on.

"No, no, don't do that!" said West softly.  "You may scare them into
cantering down into the midst of the Boers!"

"Right," said Ingleborough, replacing the stone.  "I don't suppose
they'll mind."

At that moment one of the ponies whinnied, and the other took up the cry
of discontent.

"Quiet, will you?  Look here!" said Ingleborough, speaking as if in the
full belief that the two animals understood every word.  "If you make
that row, you'll have the Boers down upon us, and that will mean new
masters, with worse treatment than you get from us!  That's settled
them," continued Ingleborough, speaking again to his companion, and as
it happened the two animals did not repeat their challenging cry, but
began to nibble at the greenery overhanging the water.

Meanwhile the climbing grew more difficult as the adventurers got higher
and more excited, for all at once the rapid crack-crack-crack of rifles
began telling of attack and defence, and making the climbers strain
every effort to get to the top, which was at last accomplished by West,
who drew himself over the edge of the rocks and lay panting for a few
moments before looking down.

"Can't you manage it?" he said; for Ingleborough had come to a stand
some twenty feet below.

"No!" was the reply.  "My right foot has slipped into a crack here, and
is wedged tight.  Don't wait for me!  Go on, only let's have all the
news as soon as you can!"

West's first idea was to lower himself down; but, feeling that one was
enough to find out all they wanted, he obeyed his comrade's orders and
went on climbing upon all-fours what was now an easy slope with plenty
of cover in the shape of bushes and huge blocks of stone.

A few minutes brought him to the top of the kopje, whence he had a clear
view of all that was going on, while the firing was now general.

He saw at a glance that the Boers had not attempted to hold the natural
stronghold, for upon discovering their numbers, the half-troop of
lancers, some thirty in number, had begun to retire, and the Boers, of
whom there seemed to be about a hundred and fifty, were streaming out in
two directions, evidently with the intention of surrounding and taking
them prisoners, both sides keeping up a steady fire the while.  West
stopped no longer than was necessary to satisfy himself that the Boers
were getting rapidly farther and farther from the kopje, and then
hurried back down the slope to the top of the gully, where, leaning
over, he found Ingleborough busy at work, apparently driving his
rifle-barrel down into a crevice.  "Ahoy!" cried West.  "Hallo there!
What news, lad?"

"Small party of lancers in full retreat, and the Boers very strong in
pursuit.  They're a mile away now."

"Then we shall get no help from our people; but, if they are taking the
enemy away, that's all we want.  Coming down?"

"Yes," said West, lowering himself over the edge very cautiously, for it
was terribly dangerous work, and Ingleborough shivered and hung back,
watching him till his companion reached the ledge where he had been

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough; "that's better.  I've been wishing for the
last five minutes that the stream below was ten feet deep!"

"Why?" panted West, who was breathless from his exertions.

"For you to fall into!  But now help me to get my boot!  I'm afraid to
lever it out with my rifle-barrel, for fear of bending it."

"Let me try!" said West, and, thrusting his arm down into the crack, he
got well hold of the boot, gave it a jerk sidewise, and it was free.

"Look at that now!" said Ingleborough.  "My word! it's a fine thing to
have been born clever.  How did you do it?"

"Pulled it out," replied West, smiling.

"Of course; but _I_ couldn't!  It took me all my time to get it unlaced
and to draw out my foot.  Stuck, for it was so wet!"

In another five minutes, while the cracking of the rifle-fire was
growing more distant, the boot was replaced, the dangerous descent
continued, with several slips and slides, each saving his friend in turn
from a bad fall, and the pair reached the water only minus a little
skin, to be welcomed by their ponies, who came up to them at once, ready
to be led cautiously to the entrance of the gully.

But there was no need for the extra care, inspection proving that no
Boers were left behind, and that they were too far distant now to
distinguish what went on at the resting-place they had left.

"Think they'll make the lancers prisoners?" said West, after they had
stood scanning the level veldt for some minutes.

"Not unless they can surround them, and I should give our cavalry credit
for being too cautious to let them do that!" said Ingleborough.  "Now
then, what do you say for another try Mafeking-ward?"

"Forward!" was the reply, and after a glance at the compass to lay down
their course, the friends mounted and, refreshed, though not much
rested, they cantered off, making a bee-line almost due north, with the
intention of cautiously approaching some farm on their way to purchase



It was growing dark before a suitable place presented itself, this being
a typical Boer farm in a very desolate part of the veldt, the spot
having been evidently chosen by its occupants on account of the tiny
kopje and abundant supply of water welling out, besides being a perfect
spot for the branch of farming the owner carried on, there being pen
after pen of ostriches, the great foolish-looking large-eyed birds
staring at the two horsemen wonderingly as they approached the door
where the owner stood looking distant and glum, as he smoked his big

Yes, he said, he would sell them some provisions for themselves and corn
for their horses if they had money to pay for what they wanted.

This was at once produced, and the farmer looked on after summoning a
huge Kaffir to help with the horses and get out the corn; while his fat
wife, after coming to the door to glare at the visitors, condescended to
put on a kettle to prepare them tea, and see if there was a chicken that
could be killed and broiled, and some eggs for frying.

There were several bits of consultation carried on by the husband and
wife from time to time, and everything showed that the visitors were far
from welcome.

"Never mind," said Ingleborough; "all we want is a good meal, and we
shall be off in the morning as soon as it is light."

"That shed with the iron roof is to be our bedroom, I suppose?" said

"Yes, and we're lucky to get that and a few sacks."

Just then the Boer came slowly sidling up, smoking hard the while, to
know if they had seen anything of the war, and he seemed deeply
interested on hearing that a skirmish had been going on not so many
miles from his farm.

"Why are you two not fighting?" he said suddenly.

"Because we don't want to," was West's smiling reply.

"But you are Englanders?" said the Boer.

"Yes, but all Englanders don't want to fight," said West, while
Ingleborough looked on, quite unmoved.

"Oh, don't tell, me!" said the Boer, shaking his head.  "They all want
to fight and kill the Boers before robbing them of their homes and
farms.  Don't tell me--I know!"

He walked away to where the Kaffir was seeing to the horses, and West
noticed that he took a good deal of notice of them, glanced two or three
times in the direction of his visitors, and then ran his hands down
their legs in a most professional way, narrowly escaping a kick from
West's steed, before he walked thoughtfully back to his rough--looking
house, into which he was careful not to allow his guests to enter.

"We're to share the stable with the nags," said Ingleborough; "but it
doesn't matter.  Let's go and see how they are getting on," he
continued, as the Boer disappeared indoors.  "We can't afford to have
them fed on some of his lordship's refuse.  I know something of the
tricks of these gentlemen of old."

They entered the rough stable, where the big Kaffir was standing on one
side and greeted them with a heavy scowl.

"Well, Jack," said Ingleborough, "are the ponies eating their corn?"

"Yes, baas," said the black gruffly; "eat um all fast."

"Ah, I thought so," said Ingleborough quietly, sniffing and blowing on
the musty trash.  "Do you feed your horses on stuff like this?"

He turned so sharply on the Kaffir that the man shrank as if from a
blow; but his questioner smiled.

"Not your fault, I suppose?"

"Baas say, `Give ponies thaht,'" he replied apologetically.

"Of course, my lad," said Ingleborough, drawing out a shilling and
slipping it into the black's hand.

"Now you get some of the best corn, and see that the horses eat it.  You

"Yes, baas," said the man, with a sharp click, as his eyes glistened and
he showed his white teeth in a satisfied grin.  "Soon my baas go away,
give them good to eat."

"Is your baas going away?"

"Iss; saddle pony; go away."

As the black spoke he pointed to the farther end of the long mud-walled
shed, where another pony was tied up.

Just then the shrill voice of the Boer vrouw was heard calling, and the
Kaffir gave a shout in reply.

"Tant' Ann want um," he said, and he ran out, joined the lady at the
door, and was dismissed to get some fuel from a heap, while the farmer
came out, smoking away, and Ingleborough left the shed with West as if
to join him.

"Are you going to give him your opinion?" said West.

"No: we can't afford to quarrel.  The Kaffir will take care of our nags
now, and get another tip for his pains."

The next minute they were close up to their host, who had evidently been
thinking over the words which had last been exchanged.

"You Englanders," he said, "think you are very clever; but the Boers
beat you before, and they're going to beat you more this time, and drive
you all into the sea."

"Very well!" said West, smiling.  "I hope they'll give us time to get
into the ships."

"Perhaps!" said the Boer, smoking more rapidly in his excitement.  "But
it's all going to be Dutch now!  No more English!"

"All right," said Ingleborough; "but I want my supper very badly."

"Want to eat?  Yes; come in!  The vrouw says it is nearly ready."

"That's right; then let's have it."

"You can come in the house," continued the farmer, and Ingleborough
raised his eyebrows a little in surprise.

But a greater surprise awaited the pair on entering the mud-floored room
to find quite a decent meal awaiting them on the table, and their
sour-looking heavy hostess ready to wait on them with a kind of surly

The pair were too hungry to think of anything then but appeasing their
appetite, and they made a good meal, their host making no scruple about
bringing a stool to the table and taking a larger share than either.

He said little, but his little keen eyes examined everything in
connection with his visitors' costume, paying most heed to their
weapons, while his wife saw to the wants of all from time to time,
retiring at intervals to a second room which led out of the first and
seemed to have been added quite lately.

"You'll want to sleep soon?" said the farmer inquiringly, when the meal
was ended.

"Yes, the sooner the better," said Ingleborough, rising; an example
followed by West; "and we shall be off in the morning early.  We'll take
a couple of these cakes."

The Boer nodded.

"Shall I sell you some biltong?" he said.

"Yes, certainly."

"I will have it ready.  Where are you going now?"

"To look at the ponies."

"Oh, they are all well.  My Kaffir has seen to them."

"But I suppose we are to sleep out there?" said Ingleborough.

"No," said the Boer; "you can sleep there," and he pointed to a
rough-looking bed in one corner of the room.  "My Kaffir sleeps with the
horses.  My vrouw and I sleep in the other room."

"Then as soon as we can we should like to turn this dining-room into our
bedroom," said Ingleborough.

"But we'll look at our ponies first."

The Boer grunted and proceeded to refill his pipe, while the two young
men went out and across to the rough shelter, where they found their
ponies looking evidently the better for a good feed, and the Kaffir
grinning and ready to pat their plumped-out figures, the ponies taking
the touch of his hand as a friendly caress.

"Eat a big lot," said the Kaffir, in the Boer tongue.  "Ah, like this,"
and he held a native basket for their inspection, at the bottom of which
was a specimen of the corn with which the ponies had been fed.

"That's right, Jack!  Capital; hard as shot!  There's another shilling
for you!"

The Kaffir grinned again with delight as he took the money.

"Good baas!" he said.  "Two good baas!  Baas want boy, Jack come 'long
with you!"

"Not this time, my lad!"

"Very glad to come 'long with good baas!" said the man, in a
disappointed tone of voice.

"No, we can't take you, my lad," said West, patting the big fellow on
the shoulder.  "Have the ponies saddled at daylight.  We're going

The black nodded his head, and the pair, weary enough now from their
long journey, and drowsy after their hearty meal, strode slowly back to
the house, to find that the table had been cleared, save that a couple
of big bread cakes lay on one end alongside of a little pile of biltong,
the sun-dried mahogany-looking strips of ox-flesh so much in use among
the rough farmers of the veldt.

The dirty-looking room smelt hot and stuffy, but a little window at the
back had been thrown open, and the soft air blowing from off miles of
plain made the place a little more bearable.

A common lamp had been lighted, and a streak of light came from beneath
the ill-fitting door which led into the other room, from which the low
murmur of voices could be heard as the young men entered talking
cheerily together.

This announced their return, and the door creaked upon its hinges,
giving entrance to the farmer, who pointed to the next day's provisions
and significantly held out his hand.

"How much?" said West, and the man demanded an unconscionable amount,
which made the pair exchange glances.  But Ingleborough nodded as much
as to say: "Pay the thief!" and the money was handed over and taken with
a grunt.  After this the Boer passed into the next room, closing the
door after him; but it did not prevent the acid voice of the vrouw from
reaching the visitors' ears as if to protest.

"The old scoundrel won't hand over the plunder," said Ingleborough, with
a chuckle.  "I hope she'll give him what we didn't--a thorough good

He had hardly spoken when he found that he had jumped at a wrong
conclusion, for the door was pulled open again and the Boer reappeared.

"Tante Ann says you are to make haste and put out the lamp," he growled,
"for she don't want to be burned in her bed."

"All right, uncle," replied Ingleborough.  "Good night, and bless you
for a fine specimen of the noble, freedom-loving Boer.  Say good night
to Tante too, and tell her that our sleeping chamber is the very
perfection of domestic comfort."

"Hunk!" ejaculated the farmer, and he disappeared again.

"I wonder that he did not turn upon you," said West, rather
reproachfully; "he must have understood that you were speaking

"Not he," said his companion.  "Thick-headed, muddy-brained brute; more
like a quadruped than a man!  The Kaffirs are gentlemen to some of these
up-country farmers, and yet they are the slaves."

"Too tired to discuss moral ethics!" said West sleepily; "but really
this place is awful.  Agricultural implements in one corner, sacks of
something in another, horns, saddles, tools--oh, I'm too sleepy to go
on.  Hallo!  He has taken those two rifles away that were slung over
that low cupboard."

"To be sure; so he has!  Afraid we should steal them, perhaps, and be
off before he woke!  I say, did you notice how he examined ours?"

"Yes; I fancied he had noticed that they were Mausers."

"Oh no.  They were fresh to him.  Well, I'm going to take care that he
doesn't help himself to them.  I don't know what you're going to do, but
I'm going to lie down on one side of that bed just as I am, bandolier
and all, and I vote we lay the rifles between us."

"I shall do the same," said West.  "What do you say to leaving the door
and window open for the sake of the fresh air?  No fear of lions here?"

"I don't know so much about that, but we should get some warning from
the horses and oxen.  Bah!  It's not likely.  What now?"

There was a heavy thumping at the door leading into the other room, and
the vrouw's shrill voice was heard ordering them to put out the light.

"Tell her, West, that her royal commands shall be instantly obeyed by
her obedient slaves."

"Shan't," replied West.  "That will quiet her," and he turned out the
light, putting an end to its abominable emanation of coarse petroleum,
while the soft starry light of a glorious night stole in, showing the
shapes of door and windows.

"Hah!  That's better!" said Ingleborough, making the rough bedstead
creak as he laid himself gently down.  "I hope none of these cartridges
will explode.  Oh, how I can sleep!"

"And so can I," sighed West, "even dressed up like this," after laying
his rifle alongside of his companion's, straight down the middle of the

"We didn't tell Jack the Kaffir to bring our shaving-water at daybreak,"
said Ingleborough, who now that he was in a horizontal position seemed
to have suddenly grown wakeful.  "I say."


"I wonder how our dear friend Anson is!"

West made no reply.

"I say!  West!"

"Oh, don't talk, please.  I want to sleep."

"All right, you shall, till I see the pearly dawn streaming in through
that little window at the back here.  I say, though, if you hear me turn
round in the night and the cartridges begin to pop, just wake me up, or
there may be an accident."

West again made no reply.

"And we should have Tante Ann waking up, when there would be a greater
explosion still.  There, good night!"

"Good night."

Then silence, save that the cry of some prowling creature far out on the
veldt sounded wonderfully like the baying of a dog.



An hour must have passed away, during which neither of the weary bearers
of the despatch moved.  Then in a low whisper West spoke.

"Asleep, Ingle?"

"Asleep?  No," was whispered back.  "I can't close my eyes."

"Neither can I."

"Why not?"

"Over tired and excited, I suppose.  All this is so strange too."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"At first I could only think of the despatch and wonder whether we
should get it to Mafeking.  Then I began thinking of that black out in
the stable and what he said."

"About his master wanting his pony saddled?" whispered Ingleborough.

"Yes.  What did he want his pony saddled for at that time of night?"

"How strange!" said Ingleborough.  "That's what kept on bothering me!"



"Do you think that fellow meant treachery?"

"I don't know; but I'd believe in any treacherous act on the part of a

"Would he be likely to ride off somewhere to where there is a commando?"

"For the sake of getting us taken prisoners or shot?"

"Or so as to get possession of our ponies!  I saw him examining them as
if he liked them."

"So did I."

There was silence again, and West spoke.

"Ingle," he said, "I can't sleep here; the despatch seems to be sticking
into me to remind me of my duty.  We shall rest better in our saddles
than on this wretched bed.  What do you say--the free cool air of the
veldt, or this stuffy, paraffiny room?"

"Let's be off, and at once!"

"We will.  We can slip out quietly without waking these people, and most
likely we are misjudging the man, who has the regular racial hatred of
the British."

"Perhaps; but we must be careful, for if he heard us going to the shed
and meddling with the horses he'd likely enough begin blazing away at us
with his rifle."

At that moment West clutched his companion's arm, for they heard no
sound, but all at once the dark silhouette of a man's head appeared
framed in the little back window against a background of starry points
which glistened like gold.

Ingleborough's hand stole to his rifle, which he grasped, as both held
their breath; but he did not attempt to raise it, for the head was
thrust inside, and a voice whispered the one word: "Baas."

"Yes," said West softly.  "What is it, my lad?"

"My baas take pony and ride away.  Go to fetch fighting Boer to shoot
good baas.  You and good baas him."

"Ah?" said West.

"Iss.  Jack put saddles on Basuto ponies; put bridles on Basuto ponies.
Good baas both come and ride away.  Tant' Ann never hear nothing.  Sleep
all night."

"And if we go what will your baas do to you when he comes and finds the
ponies gone?" said West.

"Bad baas never see me again!  Going home to my country to-night."

"Ah, that's better!" said Ingleborough.  "Here, take the two rifles, and
we'll get out here.  Jack, my lad, you're a trump, and you shall have
five two-shilling pieces for this, to buy new blankets."

The Kaffir chuckled and clicked with satisfaction as he stood holding
the rifles till Ingleborough slipped out, West pausing to cram the bread
cakes and biltong into their satchels, after which he too slipped out,
and the trio hurried towards the stables.

"How far has your baas to ride to the fighting Boers?"  West asked the

"Long ride," replied the black.  "Many Boers yesterday, many Boers other
day, many Boers come in morning with baas."

"Then we're all right for a good start," said Ingleborough.  "I say,
West, you're always taking me into some trap: hadn't I better lead?"

"You are leading now," replied West.  "How do we know that there are not
a dozen of the enemy in the stable?"

"What!  Oh, nonsense!  Come along!"

The ponies whinnied as they entered, and the black struck a match and
lit a wagon lantern, showing that they were ready bridled and their
heads tied up to a rail, while examination proved that the saddles were
properly girthed ready for a start.

"Here, stop a minute!" said Ingleborough, as the man began to unfasten
the reins attached to the ponies' heads.  "Here, I promised you five
two-shilling pieces," and he counted them out ready in his hand, making
the black's eyes sparkle with delight in the lamplight.

"Stop," said West sharply; "the poor fellow's losing his place, such as
it is, by helping us.  I have our expenses money, and I shall give him a

"Well, he deserves it," said Ingleborough, as West pushed back his
companion's hand containing the silver coins with his left, and held out
the sovereign, which looked very bright and new in the yellow light shed
by the lantern.

A sudden change came over the Kaffir's face at once.  Instead of the
grinning white teeth and twinkling eyes his lips were drawn tightly over
his teeth, and a scowl contracted his eyes.

"No, no, no," he cried, with child-like petulance, in the Boer-Dutch,
sadly mutilated.  "No want one.  Say five big shillings."

"What!" cried West.  "Why, this is worth twice as much."

"No, no," cried the man angrily.  "Want to cheat poor black Kaffir.  No,
no; Olebo want to help white baas!  White baas want cheat poor black

"Poor old chap!" said Ingleborough, laughing merrily; "his education has
been sadly neglected.  Here, Jack--Olebo, or whatever your name is--take
the sovereign, and you shall have the five two-shillings pieces as

"Eh?  No cheat Zulu boy?" cried the man doubtingly.

"No, all right; catch hold.  There, now you can buy many blankets, and
may you never be tricked any worse!"

"Hah!  Yes; buy lot, take home!"  And the white teeth were shown again
as the coins were gripped fast, including the sovereign, which was held
up first to the light.  "White shilling?  No: yellow farden."

"All right; but take it to an honest man, my lad.  Now then, untie those

The black turned to obey, but stopped short and stood staring away
through the open side of the shed for a few moments, with the light
shining full upon his face, showing his starting eyes, open mouth, and
dilated quivering nostrils.

"What's the matter?  Can he hear a lion?" whispered West.

"Here, stop, stop!" cried Ingleborough.  "Finish your job!--We've paid
him too well and too soon.  He's off to run amok among the brandy and
blanket dealers."

For the black had darted outside, but in the gloom they saw him suddenly
throw himself down and lay one ear to the ground.

"Yes, he can hear a lion," grumbled Ingleborough; "but the ponies
haven't caught it yet."

He had hardly finished speaking before the Kaffir sprang up again and
dashed into the shed, where he reached up and dragged something from the
rafters which proved to be an elephant-hide shield with three assegais
secured to the hand-hold inside.

"Baas hold this!" he said excitedly.  "Boer coming.  Olebo hear horses!"

Half throwing the weapons to Ingleborough, who caught them, and leaned
them against his side while he examined the charges of his rifle, an
action imitated by West, the Kaffir rapidly unfastened the reins,
setting the ponies' heads free, and then darted at the lantern, opened
the door, and blew out the light.

"Now come 'long," he whispered, and taking the ponies' heads he placed
himself between them and led them along, stopping the next moment to
hold them steady while their riders mounted.

"Olebo run 'long with two baas show the way," he said.  "Basuto ponies
tumble over ostrich pens."

"Hah!  Good idea!" said West, and, listening now, he fancied he made out
the sound of a troop of horse in the distance; but Ingleborough said he
could hear nothing yet.

Leaving themselves to the guidance of the Kaffir, they found to their
surprise that, instead of striking straight off, he led them to the
house, and then round to the back, where the little window by whose
means he had stolen close to where they lay and given the alarm stood

"Here, take your shield!" said Ingleborough.

"Wait a bit!" replied the black, chuckling.

"Hist!  You'll have the old vrouw hear."

"No," said the black confidently; "fast asleep.  Wicked old witch!
Throw kettle at Kaffir, hot water burn back!  Wait a bit; you see!"

Dependent as they were on the man's guidance through the darkness
amongst the enclosures, the fugitives left him to himself for a few
moments, wondering what he was about to do.

They soon knew, for he stopped the ponies close to the little window,
left their heads, and went close up, to begin fumbling about his spare
garments, whence came the chink of the coins he had just received.

"Matches," he said, and West made out that he took a few from the box he
held in his hand, and then reached in at the window, chuckling softly.

"Ingle," whispered.  West, with horror in his voice.  "What's the

"Do you know what he's doing?"

"Nobbling a couple of the blankets because he isn't going to stay for
his wages?"

"No; I'm sure he has emptied the match-box on the straw mattress, and is
going to burn down the house."


_Crack_! went a match by way of endorsement of West's words, and the
next moment the little flame began to burn inside the Kaffir's hands,
lighting up his exulting countenance as he waited till the splint of
wood was well alight.

"What are you going to do?" said West hoarsely, as he leaned forward and
laid his right hand upon the black's shoulder.

"Don't shake light out!" was the answer.  "Olebo going make big fire,
roast Tant' Ann!  Big fat witch, soon burn!"

As the Kaffir finished he lowered one hand, leaving the match blazing
brightly, and he was in the act of leaning in to apply it to the little
heap of matches he had placed upon the loose straw mattress, when a
sharp snatch at his shoulder jerked him back, and the burning splint
dropped to the ground.

"Ah-h-ah!" growled the man savagely, and he drew another match across
the box he still held.

"None of that!" growled Ingleborough sternly.

"Wicked old witch!" said the black, in remonstrance.  "Burn Olebo!
Don't give him enough to eat!  No good!"

"You come along," cried West.  "I can hear the Boers coming fast.  Now
then, lead the horses clear of the pens!"



The Kaffir grunted, and began what Ingleborough afterwards called
"chuntering," but he obeyed at once, leading the ponies at a quick walk
in and out amongst several ostrich enclosures, till they were quite a
quarter of a mile from the farm, from which there came the buzz of
voices and the occasional stamp of a horse on the still night air.

"No more wire fence!" said their guide, and indicating that they should
urge the ponies forward he took his shield and spears from Ingleborough,
caught hold of the mane of West's pony, and then as they broke into a
canter, ran lightly by the animal's side, talking softly, and now and
then breaking out into a merry laugh.

"Ought burn Tant' Ann!" he said.  "Wicked old witch!  Very fat!  Make
her good vrouw!"

"I'm afraid Jack's morals are sadly in need of improvement, lad," said
Ingleborough at last.

"What a horrible idea!" replied West, with a shudder; "and the worst of
it is that the fellow seems to consider that it would have been a good
piece of fun."

"Yes, it is his nature to, as we are told of the bears and lions in the
poems of Dr Watts.  I dare say the old woman had been a horrible tyrant
to the poor fellow!"

"But the hideous revenge!"

"Which hasn't come off, my lad!  But the black scoundrel's ideas are
shocking in the extreme, and I would not associate with him much in the
future.  Here!  Hi!  Olebo, stop!"

The young man drew rein, and the black looked up enquiringly.

"Lie down and listen for the Boers!"

The Kaffir nodded, and trotted a dozen yards away from the side of the
ponies, threw himself down, listened, jumped up, and repeated the
performance three times at greater distances before returning.

"No hear!" he said.  "Gone other way."

"It would be safe then to strike a match and look at the compass,"
suggested West, and, taking out his box, he struck a light, shaded it in
his slouch hat, and then held the little pocket compass to it.

"Well, which way are we going?"

"Due east."

"Then we'll turn due north, and travel that way till to-morrow night,
and see what that brings forth."

Starting off again, they journeyed on, sometimes at a walk, sometimes at
an easy canter, so as to save the horses as much as possible, while the
Kaffir kept up, seeming not in the slightest degree distressed, but
ready to enter into conversation at any time, after changing from one
side to the other so as to hold on by a different hand.

"Soon be daylight now," said West; "but I hope this fellow does not
expect to keep on with us, does he?"

"Oh no, I don't think so for a moment.  We'll pull up before sunrise at
some sheltered place and have a good look-out for danger before letting
the ponies graze and having breakfast.  Let's see what happens then!"

But the sun was well up before a suitable kopje came in sight, one so
small that it did not appear likely to contain enemies, but sufficiently
elevated to give an observer a good view for miles through the clear
veldt air.

"Looks safe!" said Ingleborough; "but burnt English children fear the
Boer fire.  Let's have a good circle round."

This was begun, and the black instantly grasped what was intended, and
hanging well down from West's stirrup-leather, he began to search the
ground carefully for tracks, looking up from time to time and pointing
out those of antelopes, lions, and ostriches, but never the hoof of
horse or the footprint of man.

"No Boer there!" he said.  "No one come.  Good water," he continued,
pointing to the slight tracts of grass which had sprung up where a
stream rising among the rocks was losing itself in the dry soil, but
which looked brighter and greener as it was nearer to the kopje, which
was fairly furnished with thorn-bush and decent-sized trees.

"Any Boers hiding there?" said West sharply.

"Boers ride there on ponies!" replied the Kaffir decisively, as he
pointed down at the drab dust.  "No ponies make marks."

"That's enough," said Ingleborough.  "Come along."

Without hesitation now they put their mounts to a canter, rode up to the
pleasant refreshing-looking place, and after leaving the ponies with the
Kaffir and climbing to one of the highest points, took a good look
round.  This proved that there was not a mounted man in sight, and they
descended to select a spot where there was plenty of herbage and water
for their steeds, when they sat down and began to breakfast.

"Nothing like a fine appetite," said West, after they had been eating
for some little time; "but this biltong is rather like eating a leg of
mahogany dining-table into which a good deal of salt gravy and furniture
oil has been allowed to soak."

"Yes, it is rather wooden," said Ingleborough coolly.  "Must wear out a
man's teeth a good deal."

"Eland," said the Kaffir, tapping his stick of the dried meat on seeing
his companions examining and smelling the food.  "Old baas shoot eland,
Olebo cut him up and dry him in the sun.  Good."

"Well, it isn't bad, O child of nature!  But I say, how far do you mean
to come with us?"

"No go any more," replied the man.  "Go Olebo kraal, see wife.  Give her
big shilling and little yellow shilling.--Good?"

He brought out the sovereign from where it had been placed, and held it

"Good?  Yes," said West, and he set to work to try and explain by making
the black bring out a florin and then holding up his outspread ten
fingers, when the man seemed to have some idea of his meaning.

"Look here, I'll get it into his benighted intellect; but I should have
thought that he would have known what a sovereign was worth."

Just then the Kaffir nodded sharply, after examining the coin.

"Gold?" he said, in Dutch.

"Of course," said Ingleborough, taking out a sovereign and ten more
florins, which he placed in a heap and at a short distance from the
little pile he laid down the sovereign.  "Look here, Olebo," he said,
taking up the ten florins.  "Buy four blankets!"

The Kaffir nodded, and his instructor replaced the heavy coins in his
pocket to take up the sovereign.

"Now, see here," said Ingleborough, holding it out.  "Buy four

"Ah!" cried the delighted black, snatching out his own treasured coins,
the gold in one hand, the silver in the other.  "Buy four blankets for
Olebo wife," he cried, holding forward the silver.  Then putting it
behind him he held out the sovereign: "Buy four blankets for Olebo."

"Now we've got it," cried West, laughing, and watching the way in which
the black hid his cash away.  "I say," he continued, to his companion,
speaking in English, "where does he put that money to keep it safe?"

"I dunno," said Ingleborough.  "It seems to come natural to these
Kaffirs to hide away their treasures cunningly.  See how artful they are
over the diamonds!  He doesn't put the cash in his trousers pockets, nor
yet in his waistcoat, nor yet his coat, because he has neither one nor
the other.  I expect he has a little snake-skin bag somewhere inside his
leather-loincloth.  But here, I'm thirsty; let's have some water!"

As he spoke Ingleborough sprang up and walked towards the head of the
spruit, followed by his companions, and they passed the two ponies,
which were hard at work on the rich green herbage along the border of
the stream.  Then, getting well ahead of them, all lay down and
thoroughly quenched their thirst.

"Now," said West, "what next?  We ought to go on at once," and he
unconsciously laid his hand upon the spot where the despatch was hidden.

"No," replied Ingleborough, "that won't do.  We seem safe here, and we
must hasten slowly.  We're ready enough to go on, but the ponies must be
properly nursed.  They want more grass and a rest."

"The sun is getting hot too," said West, in acknowledgment of his
comrade's words of wisdom.

"We'll stop till evening, lad," continued Ingleborough, "and take it in
turn to sleep in the shade of those bushes if we can find a soft spot.
We had no rest last night."

"I suppose that must be it," replied West, and he joined in a sigh on
finding a satisfactory spot beneath a mass of granite from which
overhung a quantity of thorn-bush and creeper which formed an
impenetrable shade.

The black followed them, noting keenly every movement and trying hard to
gather the meaning of the English words.

"Two baas lie down long time, go to sleep," he said at last, in broken
Dutch.  "Olebo sit and look, see if Boer come.  See Boer, make baas wake

"No," said West; "you two lie down and sleep.  I'll take the first

Ingleborough made no opposition, and after West had climbed up to a spot
beneath a tree from which he could get a good stretch of the veldt in
view, the others lay down at once and did not stir a limb till West
stepped down to them, when the Kaffir sprang up without awakening

"Olebo look for Boers now," he said.

West hesitated, and the Kaffir grasped the meaning of his silence.

"Olebo come and tell baas when big old baas go to fetch Boers," he said.

"So you did," cried the young Englishman warmly, "and I'll trust you
now.  Mind the ponies don't stray away."

The black showed his beautiful, white teeth in a happy satisfied laugh.

"Too much grass, too much nice water," he said.  "Basuto pony don't go
away from baas only to find grass."

"You're right!" said West.  "Wait till the sun is there!" he continued,
pointing to where it would be about two hours after mid-day, "and then
wake the other baas."

The Kaffir nodded, and West lay down to rest, as he put it to himself,
for he was convinced that he would be unable to sleep; but he had not
lain back five minutes, gazing at the sunlit rivulet and the ponies
grazing, before his lids closed and all was nothingness till he was
roused by a touch from Ingleborough.

The sun was just dipping like a huge orange ball in the vermilion and
golden west.

"Had a good nap, old fellow?"

"Oh, it's wonderful!" said the young man, springing up.  "I don't seem
to have been asleep five minutes."

"I suppose not.  Well, all's right, and Blackjack is waiting to say
good-bye.  He wants to start off home."

The Kaffir came up from where he had been patting and caressing the
ponies, and stood looking at them as motionless in the ruddy evening
light as a great bronze image.

"Olebo go now," he said, turning his shield to show that the remains of
his share of the provisions were secured to the handle by a rough net of
freshly-plaited grassy rush.  "Olebo see baas, both baas, some day."  He
accompanied the words with a wistful look at each, and before they could
think of what to say in reply he turned himself sharply and ran off at a
rapid rate, getting out of sight as quickly as he could by keeping close
to the bushes, before striking out into the veldt.

"Humph!  I suppose they are treacherous savages, some of them," said
Ingleborough thoughtfully; "but there doesn't seem to be much harm in
that fellow if he were used well."

"I believe he'd make a very faithful servant," said West sadly.  "I'm
beginning to be sorry we let him go."

"So am I.  We shall feel quite lonely without him.  But the despatch."

"Ah, yes, the despatch!" said West, pulling himself together.  "Now
then, boot and saddle, and a long night's ride!"

"And a good day's rest afterwards!  That's the way we must get on."

A quarter of an hour after, they had taken their bearings by compass and
mounted, when the well-refreshed ponies started off at once in a brisk
canter, necessitating the drawing of the rein from time to time; and
then it was on, on, on at different rates beneath the wonderfully bright
stars of a glorious night, during which they passed several farms and
one good-sized village, which were carefully avoided, for they had
enough provisions to last them for another day, and naturally if a halt
was to be made to purchase more it would have to be at a seasonable

"Yes," said Ingleborough laughingly, "it would be a sure way of getting
cartridges if we wanted them and roused up a Boer farmer in the night.
He would soon give us some, the wrong way on."

"Yes," said West, "and there would be the dogs to deal with as well.
Hark at that deep-mouthed brute!"

For just then the cantering of their ponies had been heard by the
watch-dog at one of the farms, and it went on baying at them till the
sounds grew faint.

Then it was on and on again till a strange feeling of weariness began to
oppress them, and they had to fight with the desire which made them bend
forward and nod over their ponies' necks, rising up again with a
dislocating start.

At the second time of this performance West made a great effort and
began watching his companion, to see that he was just as bad.  Then the
intense desire to sleep began to master the watcher again.

"Hi, Ingle!" he cried.  "Rouse up, and let's walk for a mile or two."

"Yes, yes.--What's that?" cried Ingleborough, springing off his pony and
cocking his rifle.

For there was a sudden rushing noise as of a great crowd of animals, of
what kind it was still too dark to see; but it was evident that they had
come suddenly upon a migratory herd of the graceful-limbed antelopes
that had probably been grazing and had been startled into flight.

"Pity it was not light!" said Ingleborough, with a sigh.  "We could have
got some fresh meat, and then at the first patch of wood and pool of
water we could have had a fire and frizzled antelope-steaks."

But a couple of hours later, when they halted for their rest and
refreshment, it was stale cake, hard biltong, and cool fresh water.

"Never mind, we're miles nearer Mafeking!" said West.  "How many more
nights will it take?"

The answer to that question had not been arrived at when they dropped
asleep, lulled by the sound of rippling water and the _crop, crop, crop_
made by the grazing ponies, and this time their weariness was so great
that sleep overcame them both.  Ingleborough was to have watched, but
nature was too strong, and both slept till sundown, to rise up full of a
feeling of self-reproach.



Days of rest and nights of travel succeeded, during which the
despatch-riders began to wonder at the ease with which they progressed.

"I thought it would be twice as hard a task!" said West.  "Here have we
been two days without a sign of a Boer!  We must be very near Mafeking

"Yes, very," said Ingleborough drily; "nearer than I thought.  Halt!"

He drew rein as he spoke, West's pony stopping short at the same time as
its companion.

They had been riding steadily on through the night, and now as the
ponies stood side by side they stretched out their necks in the soft
cool darkness, and the sound of their cropping told that they were
amongst grass.

"Why did you pull up?" said West, in a cautious whisper.

"For you to hear how near we are to Mafeking now."


"Yes; can't you hear the firing?"

"No," said West, after a few moments' pause.  "Yes, now I do," he cried
eagerly, for all at once there was a dull concussion as if a blow had
been delivered in the air.

"A heavy gun," cried West excitedly.


"I forgot," said West softly.  "That must be one of the siege guns," he

"Yes," said Ingleborough, "and it must be near daybreak, with the
bombarding beginning.  Be careful; perhaps we are nearer the enemy than
we thought."

At the end of a couple of minutes there was the dull concussion of
another heavy gun, and this was continued at intervals of ten or fifteen
minutes during the next hour, while the adventurers advanced cautiously
at a walk, keeping a sharp look-out through the transparent darkness for
a patch of rocks or woodland which might serve for their next halt.  But
day had quite dawned before a suitable place of refuge presented itself,
in the shape of one of the low kopjes.

"Dismount!" whispered Ingleborough sharply, and they spent the next ten
minutes carefully scanning the district round in full expectation of
seeing some sign of the enemy.

But nothing worse was in view than two or three of the scattered farms
of the open veldt, and in the distance a dark indistinct patch which
appeared to be a herd of grazing cattle, but so distant that neither
could be sure.

On their way to the patch of rock and brush that was to be their last
resting-place before making a dash for the beleaguered town, they struck
upon the trail going north and south, and in two places scared off
vultures from the carcass of an unfortunate ox, shrunken and dried in
the sun till little but the bones and hide were left.

They were too distant to make out the smoke, but steadily increasing
fire told plainly enough that they were quite near enough for a dash
into the town when darkness set in that night.

"You think then that this will be the best way?" said West, as they
reached their shelter without seeing a sign of danger.

"I am not sure yet!" replied Ingleborough.  "In fact, I'm very doubtful
whether we should not fail, for the place is certain to be surrounded by
the enemy, and we should very likely be ridden or shot down."

Oliver West laid his hand upon the despatch, pressing it so that the
paper crackled beneath the cloth.

"Then we had better ride in as near as we dare, and then try and creep
in at the darkest time."

"Let's pray for the clouds to be thick then!" said Ingleborough; "for
the moon's getting past the first quarter.  Last night would have done

"But we were not here.  Hark at the firing!"

"Yes; it sounds as if Mafeking will be taken before we get there!"

"For goodness' sake don't talk like that!"

"Don't let's talk at all then.  Let's get well into shelter.  But I see
no sign of water yet."

Neither did the speaker after they had carefully explored the rocky
hillock, but fortunately there was an ample supply of succulent grass
for the ponies, which were soon after luxuriating in a good roll, before
grazing contentedly away, while their riders, after another examination
of the place and glance round from the highest point, had to satisfy
themselves with a very scanty shelter and a much scantier meal.

"Never mind," said Ingleborough; "we shall be breakfasting in luxury
to-morrow morning, I hope, with our appetites sharpened by the knowledge
that we have achieved our task."

"I hope so!" said West gravely.

"But don't doubt, my lad," cried Ingleborough cheerily.  "Don't be
downhearted now we are so near!"

"I can't help it!" replied West.  "I feel on thorns, and my state of
anxiety will grow worse and worse till we get there.  Hark at the

"I can hear," said Ingleborough coolly.  "Be very deaf if I couldn't!
There, that's the last scrap of cake, so let's drown our troubles in
sleep.  You have first turn!"

"No," replied West.  "I feel too anxious to sleep!  You begin."

"Can't," was the reply.  "If anything, I feel more anxious than you do.
I couldn't rest!"

"I wish we could canter gently on till we were seen by the Boers, and
then go on full gallop right into the town!" said West.  "Would it be
too dangerous?"

"Just madness!" replied Ingleborough.  "No; it must be done with guile.
They would cut us off for certain."

"I'm afraid so!" said West.  "Very well, then, we must wait for the

"And sit wakeful," said Ingleborough.

"Yes," said West.  "Sleep is impossible!"

And sit there wakeful they did, hour after hour, their only satisfaction
being that of seeing their weary horses enjoying a good feed untroubled
by the increasing heat, or the cares which harassed their masters.

For as the sun rose higher the distant firing increased, till it was
evident that a terrible attack was going on, and in his weariness and
despair no words on the part of Ingleborough had any effect upon West,
who felt convinced that before they could continue their journey
Mafeking would have fallen into the enemy's hands.

There was no further talk of sleep.  The heat, flies, hunger, and a
burning thirst were either of them sufficient to have kept them awake,
without the terrible feeling of anxiety and the alarms caused by bodies
of horsemen or lines of wagons journeying in the direction they were
waiting to take.

Again and again parties of the Boers seemed to be coming straight for
the hiding-place, and West and his companion crept on hands and knees
towards their ponies, getting hold of their reins, and then crouching by
them ready to mount and gallop for their lives should the necessity

But it did not, and in a strangely-feverish dreamlike way the day glided
on and evening at last came, bringing with it wafts of cooler air and,
what was of more consequence to them still, a feeling of hope, for
though the firing still went on, it had dwindled down into the slow
steady reports of one heavy piece discharged at about the same rate as
when they had first heard the firing in the morning.

"And it tells its own tale with truthful lips!" said Ingleborough.  "The
town is still holding out, and the defenders have ceased to reply."

"Because they are nearly beaten!" said West sadly.

"By no means, you croaking old raven!" cried Ingleborough cheerily.
"It's because they want to save their ammunition!  They only want to
fire when they have something worth firing at.  As for the enemy, they
have the whole town to shoot at, and keep on pitching their shells in at
random.  There, don't be grumpy!"

"I can't help it!" cried West passionately.  "Give me credit for having
kept up well till now.  It's because we are so near success that I feel
everything so keenly."

"I know, old fellow, and you may trust me!" said Ingleborough.  "I
didn't play a false prophet's part just to encourage you.  I'm speaking
the simple truth!  Just a little more patience, and you shall deliver
your despatch."

"If I could only feel that!" cried West.  "It may be the saving of
Mafeking to receive news perhaps of help being on the way."

"Be patient then!  It will soon be night, and then we'll mount and make
our final dash!"

"No," said West bitterly; "we shall have to make it now.  Look."



Ingleborough shaded his eyes and turned very grave, for on gazing in the
direction pointed out by his companion's finger he saw a column of
horsemen creeping over the veldt as if coming straight for their
resting-place, while as they came nearer the eager watchers could make
out that the party were guarding a long train of wagons drawn by great
teams of oxen.  They found that there were two other teams, not of oxen,
but of ponies similar to their own, and not dragging the great
tilt-covered wagons, but something heavy and comparatively small.

"Guns!" said Ingleborough laconically.

"Yes, and heavy guns too!" cried West.

"You're right, lad; and they will not come near us.  It's an ammunition
train, and they'll go straight for Mafeking!  That's another false

Ingleborough was quite right, for the distant train crept slowly on
along the track till it grew dim and distant as the sun sank lower and
finally disappeared in the haze of dust.  But the troubles of the
despatch-bearers were not at an end, and they lay watching the west with
its great masses of lit-up clouds, glorious in their colouring, till the
last bright lights had died out, before they turned to look in the
direction of the east.  And then West drew his companion's attention to
the fact that behind them the sky was perfectly clear, and the pale
moon, a couple of days past the first quarter, was gradually growing
brighter and brighter in what promised to be a perfectly unclouded

"Yes," said Ingleborough coolly; "we shall have a glorious time for our

"A glorious night for the Boer outposts to take aim at us as we ride

"No," said Ingleborough coolly.  "I think not!"

"What do you mean?" said West, turning sharply upon his companion.  "You
have some fresh idea?"

"Well, yes.  Being in such a pickle as this sets a man sharpening his
wits to try and make them keen."

"Of course.  What are you going to do?"

"Wait a bit and see!" replied Ingleborough coolly.  "I'm sharpening

West turned away impatiently, to go, stooping as low as he could,
towards his pony, which was straggling away, and bring it back to the
bushes which had helped to hide them all the day, after which they sat
in silence for about an hour, until it was quite plain that the night
was as dark as it was likely to be.  Then in a nervous excited way he
turned to Ingleborough again.

"Yes," said the latter, without waiting for West to speak; "it will grow
no darker unless we wait hours for the moon to set, and by that time I
hope we shall be in Mafeking."

"What do you mean to do then?"

"Mount and ride steadily on at a gentle canter till we get in touch with
that ammunition train."

"But we shall be challenged by their rear-guard."

"Perhaps," said Ingleborough coolly; "perhaps not.  I reckon on getting
pretty close up without.  If we are challenged, I want you to do as I
tell you."

"Of course," replied West.  "Anything to fulfil our task!"


"And waiting!"

"Then mount!"

Their ponies were waiting patiently by their sides, and the next minute
they had sprung into the saddles and rode off in the direction taken by
the train.

West asked no questions, for he was full of confidence in his long-tried
companion, and with the ponies well-refreshed and eager from their rest,
they rode steadily on, keeping a sharp look-out for danger, but meeting
with no adventure for quite a couple of hours, by which time both felt
that they must be getting near to the end of their journey.

But they had nothing to guide them, for they were off the track, and
even had they been on, it would have been impossible to follow it in the
strange eerie light shed by the quarter-moon.  Once they had evidence
that they were in all probability going right, for a horrible odour
suddenly assailed their nostrils, making them press their ponies' sides
and go past something indistinct at a gallop, holding their breath till
they were well beyond what was in all probability the body of some
wretched horse or ox that had died of overwork and exhaustion.

"We must keep on now!" whispered Ingleborough.  "I feel that we are
going right."

"But the Boer laagers and outposts!" whispered back West.

"Somewhere ahead, lad; but we must leave something to chance.  We are,
say, within half-a-dozen miles of Mafeking, so I put it; perhaps not
more than two or three.  Keep a sharp look-out for lights."

"The enemy's?"

"Or friends'," replied Ingleborough.  "There's a good deal of chance
now, and we must trust a little to our luck."

"In other words, you mean make a bold dash?"

"Yes, but not a blind one!  I want to put a little gumption into what we
do!  You'll trust me?"

"I will!"

"Forward then, and give the ponies their heads!"

West gave vent to a deep low "Hah!" of satisfaction, and away they went,
with their mounts seeming to exult in the freedom from pressure on their
bits, keeping close together, and bounding along over the level veldt as
if perfectly familiar with the way, though their riders knew it to be
bespread with pitfalls in the shape of the burrows made by the aardvarks
and other animals that made the wide open veldt their home.

The moon shone brightly now, though the light was puzzling, and the
distance ahead looked strange and weird; but the pace at which they were
going had a peculiarly exhilarating effect upon both of the riders, who
seemed to share the excitement of their ponies.

For, guesswork though it was, West felt that Mafeking must lie right
ahead, and as they dashed on he began to feel a kind of certainty that
if left to themselves their sagacious steeds would take them right into
the town.

A good four miles must have been passed over in this way, and at last a
fresh sensation began to attack West, filling him with anxiety lest they
should be going in the wrong direction.  For he argued that they must
before now, if right, have come upon signs of the besiegers, and he was
in the act of leaning over towards Ingleborough to make him acquainted
with his fears, when all doubt was chased away by a loud challenge from
his right, followed by a flash and a report.

That one shot was the opening note of an overture, for directly after
the balls began whistling over their heads, and the first reports grew
into a loud rattle followed by the trampling of horses and loud

"It's all right," said Ingleborough coolly; "they're firing at random.
It's impossible to take aim on a night like this!  Can you see them?"

"No; only the flashes!" said West excitedly.

"That's enough!  Then they can't see us!  We're through their lines too,
for they're firing behind us, and I'll back our horses to beat theirs in
a race."

Reports now began to ring out on their right, and directly after they
came from their left.

"Shall we shout?" whispered West.

"No.  What for?"

"We must be getting among our own people!"

"No such luck, my lad!  Keep steadily on!  Ah!  Poor beast!"

"What is it?" said West excitedly, as his mount stopped short, obeying
its natural instinct and the love of companionship of a gregarious
animal.  For Ingleborough's pony had suddenly uttered a peculiar
neighing cry, reared up, and fallen backwards.

"Are you hurt?" whispered West again.

"No; I just escaped!  Quick; jump down."

West was on his feet directly, and Ingleborough grasped his arm.

"I'd say ride for it alone, lad," he whispered, with his lips close to
his companion's ear; "but my way is safest.  Now down on your hands and
knees and let's play wild dog or baboon!"

"I don't understand you!" whispered West.

"Never mind; do as I do!" and the next minute they were going along on
hands and knees over the level ground, feeling it quiver with the
trampling of galloping horses all round, while the flashing of rifles
and the crackling reports seemed to be coming from all directions.

So near to them came some of the horsemen that West felt certain they
must be seen; but there was no hail, no whistling bullet, and, wearisome
though the way of progression was to the muscles and painful to hands
and knees, West kept on side by side with his companion till the firing
began to drop off and then ceased, though the hurrying to and fro of
horses still went on.

"It was sooner than I intended," said Ingleborough at last; "but I meant
for us to dismount at last and crawl.  If we are seen the enemy will
take us for hyaenas or dogs."

He had hardly whispered these words before a shot was fired from, their
left, the bullet whistling over them, when to the astonishment of West,
Ingleborough uttered a snarling yelp, followed by an excellent imitation
of a dog's bark.

"Do as I do!" he whispered, and the next moment he had thrown himself
upon his side and lay perfectly still.

"What folly!"  West was disposed to say; but he followed his companion's
example, letting himself sink sidewise like a dying quadruped, feeling
the despatch crackle beneath him as he lay listening to the trampling of
horses growing more distant, and waiting for Ingleborough to speak.

"Seems a stupid sort of dodge!" said the latter at last; "but I thought
it better to let them think we were hyaenas than human beings."

"But we had a narrow escape of being shot!" replied West.

"Yes, and escaped.  If they had taken us for human beings we should have
been either shot or taken prisoners.  Now we're safe!"

"Safe, with this bright moon shining ready to show every movement?"

"Then why move until we are safe, lad?  The enemy will not come near us
so long as they think we are dead animals."

"But if they make out what we are--how then?"

"How then?" said Ingleborough, with a low sarcastic laugh.  "Why, then
they'll behave like Boers, and come and see if there's anything worth
taking in our pockets.  They are sweet people!  But wait a bit.  As soon
as they are farther off we'll continue our journey."

"Without our horses?"

"Yes; poor beasts!  I'm sorry they're gone; but daybreak will show us
that we are close to Mafeking, I feel sure.  We'll crawl on as far as we
can, and then get up and run for our lives."

"Yes; but you know how clever they are at bringing down a running buck!"

"Some of them!" said Ingleborough drily.

"Well, if I am brought down, don't hesitate a moment: out with your
knife, rip open my jacket, get the despatch, and run on."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course."

"What about you?  Are you to be left wounded here on the veldt?"

"Yes: until the despatch reaches the proper hands.  Then come and save
me if you can."

"I understand," said Ingleborough drily.  "That's if matters come to the
worst!  Let's hope they will not!"

He raised his head a little and had a good look round as soon as he had
finished speaking, for all was now very still, and as far as he could
make out in the eerie light there was not a Boer within sight.

"Now then," he said softly; "let's go on!  No, no; not like that.
Crawl, man, crawl."

He only spoke in time, for West was about to spring up.  Then their
painful imitation of some quadruped recommenced, West following his
comrade patiently and unquestioningly till a change seemed to come over
the light.

"Morning coming fast!" said West.

"The sooner the better," was the reply; "for I'm not sure that we are
going right."

"I'm sure we're going wrong," said West quickly.


"Because we are going straight for that great wagon laager."

"Yes; there's Mafeking, with its corrugated-iron roofs, off to our

"Hah!" ejaculated West, for at that moment there was a flash from the
front of the laager they were approaching, followed by a tremendous roar
and a hissing sound overhead, as a shell winged its way towards the
town, whose outskirts were certainly not more than a couple of miles

"We've wasted ever so much strength," said Ingleborough; "but never
mind: we know exactly where we are.  It's about two miles' run to the
nearest houses.  What do you say--go on crawling, or make a dash?"

"It will be broad daylight directly," replied West, "then we shall be
discovered, and become the mark for every rifle within range.  I say
let's get up and walk steadily on till we see that we are discovered,
and then run for our lives."

"Wait a moment!  Do you know how we shall find out that we are

"Yes," said West coolly; "we shall have the bullets whistling about us."

"Well, you are cool!" said Ingleborough.  "That's it; and in addition we
shall have some of the mounted Boers coming at full gallop."

"Perhaps," said West; "and perhaps the Mafeking outposts will begin
firing to cover us.  Now then, I feel breathless to begin, for it's
rapidly getting lighter.  Come on!"

They rose quietly, and set off, making straight for the nearest
building--a long, low, broad place with a corrugated-iron roof which
seemed to be perfectly deserted; but it had one advantage--it was the
nearest object to where they were, and it would, if they could reach it,
form cover from which they could fire upon any mounted Boer who came in

Then with the day broadening rapidly they walked steadily on, with shell
after shell arching over their heads, to fall and burst far in advance,
right away in the town; but there was no sign of pursuit for quite ten
minutes, and not a friend anywhere visible in the outskirts the
fugitives approached.

"Now then," shouted Ingleborough suddenly; "be cool, and as you run
unsling your rifle and be ready for a shot, for I'm going to fight to
the last."

"Make for that shed?"

"Yes.  Forward; here they come."

Away they went, for West at his companion's warning had looked sharply
round, to see about a score of mounted Boers dashing after them at full
gallop, and the fugitives had hardly got into the full swing of their
stride before they heard _cracky crack, crack_, the reports of rifles
far in the rear, and _ping, ping_, _ping_, the whistling buzz of the
thin bullets, several of which came unpleasantly near.

"Open out half-a-dozen yards," said Ingleborough, "and lessen their
mark!  Think we shall reach that shed?"

"No," said West coolly.  "It's farther off than I thought.  Let's stop
at that clump yonder, and lie behind it to fire back."

"Very well; but they'll ring round us and we shall be taken in flank and

"Not till we've brought down two of them," said West, through his teeth.

"Two apiece," said Ingleborough.  "Now then, put on a spurt, and let's
get to that heap, or they'll be down upon us before we're half-way to
the shed.  Run!"

They did run, with all their might; but out on the open veldt distances
are horribly deceiving, especially in the early morning light, and to
the despair of the fugitives the Boers came rapidly nearer, while the
clump of earth for which they made seemed to be as distant as ever.  The
only thing they made out was that it became more diffused, and they
plainly saw that it was a long ridge of earth freshly thrown up,
evidently from a ditch beyond.

"Why, it's a long rifle-pit," cried Ingleborough.  "Run, lad, run; we
must do it now!"

But the pursuing Boers were coming on fast, and the fugitives felt that
in a minute or so they would be overtaken.

There was something, though, in their favour, for as the enemy converged
upon them the firing from a distance ceased, those who were using their
rifles fearing to hit their own friends.

"It's of no use; we can't do it!" panted West, as Ingleborough, now that
there was no need to try and diminish the mark at which the Boers fired,
closed in again.

"Not two hundred yards away now!" said Ingleborough hoarsely.

"Let's turn and have a couple of shots at them!" cried West.

"No: we should be bound to miss.  Run, run!"

It was not the distance but the pace that was killing, and Ingleborough
was right.  To have stopped and turned to fire, with their pulses
throbbing, breath coming in a laboured way, every nerve and muscle on
the jump, must have resulted in missing; and the next moment the enemy
would have ridden over them and they would have been either shot or

Knowing this, they tore on till the rifle-pit was only a hundred yards
away.  The foremost Boers spread out like a fan not fifty yards distant,
and came on at full gallop, with the result appearing certain that
before the fugitives had torn on despairingly another score of yards
their enemies would be upon them.

"My despatch!" groaned West to himself, and then aloud: "Halt!  Fire!"

True to his comrade in those despairing moments, Ingleborough obeyed the
order, stopped short, swung round, and following West's example, he was
in the act of raising his rifle to his shoulder with his quivering
hands, when--

_Crack, cracky crack, crack, crack, crack_, half-a-dozen flashes and
puffs of smoke came from over the ridge of the low earthwork in front,
emptying four saddles, while one horse went down headlong, pierced from
chest to haunch by a bullet, and the fleeing pair saw the rest of their
pursuers open out right and left, to swing round and gallop away back,
pursued by a crackling fire which brought down six more before they were
out of range.

Meanwhile twice over the big gun from its earthwork far away sent a
couple of shells right over the fugitives' heads on their way to the
beleaguered town, and a few seconds later a cheery English voice had
shouted: "Cease firing!"  Then a dozen men came hurrying out of the
rifle-pit where they had lain low, to surround the exhausted pair.

"Hands up!" shouted their leader loudly.  "Who are you--deserters?"

"Deserters!" cried West hoarsely, as he pressed his left hand upon his
breast and let his rifle fall to the ground.  "Despatch--Kimberley--
Water--for Heaven's sake--help!"

He sank upon his knees, for everything seemed to be swimming round him
before he became quite blind.

But he could hear still as he swooned away, and what he heard was a
hearty British cheer.



"It has more than paid for it all!" said West that night, when they lay
down to rest after a wildly-exciting day.

"Yes," replied Ingleborough, laughing.  "I felt quite jealous!"

"I don't believe you!" said West sharply.  "You couldn't; they all made
as much fuss over you as they did over me, from the chief downward!"

"Well, I suppose they did; but I began to have the horrors once!"


"Yes; knowing as I did that they must be short of food, I began to think
that they were welcoming us so warmly because we were something good to
eat, and all the feasting was the beginning of fattening us up."

"Of course you did!" said West drily.

"I say though," continued Ingleborough; "if it is not a state secret,
what was it the chief said to you when he took you aside?"

"Oh, it's no secret from you!" replied West.

"Let's have it then!"

"Well, first of all, it was a lot of flattery."


"Yes, about being so brave, and bringing the Kimberley despatch through
the Boer lines."

"That was not flattery.  You did bring the despatch to its destination
very bravely."

"So did you!" said West sharply.

"Oh, very well, so did I then!  It was _we_ if you like!  Being buttered
is not an unpleasant sensation when you can honestly believe that you
deserve it; and, without being vain, I suppose we can feel that our
consciences are at rest."

"Never mind that!" said West hurriedly.  "I don't like being buttered,
as you call it.  The chief said then that he should have to send another
despatch back to Kimberley, and that he should ask us to take it."

"What a cracker!" cried Ingleborough.

"Cracker--lie?  I declare he did!"

"I don't believe you."

"Very well!" said West stiffly.

"No; it is not very well!  Come now, he didn't say anything about _us_.
He said you.  Confess: the truth!"

West began to hesitate.

"He--well--perhaps not exactly in the words I said."

"That will do, sir!" cried Ingleborough.  "You are convicted of
cramming--of making up a fictitious account of the interview.  He did
not allude to me."

"But he meant to include you, of course!"

"No, he did not, Noll; he meant you."

"I say he meant both of us.  If he did not, I shan't go!"


"I shall not go a step out of the way without my comrade!"

"What!" cried Ingleborough, holding out his hand.  "Well, come, I like
that, lad, if you mean it."

"If I mean it, Ingle!" said West reproachfully.

"All right, old chap!  You always were a trump!  There, _we'll_ take the
despatch back!  And now no more butter!  We're very brave fellows, of
course, and there's an end of it.  I say, I wonder how Anson is getting

"The miserable renegade!" cried West.  "I should like to see the
scoundrel punished!"

"Well, have patience!" said Ingleborough, laughing.  "It's a very
laudable desire, which I live in hopes of seeing gratified.  But don't
you think we might as well go to sleep and make up for all we have gone

"Yes, but who is to sleep with all this terrible bombarding going on?"

"I for one!" said Ingleborough.  "I'm getting quite used to it!  But I
say, I can see a better way of making a fortune than keeping in the
diamond business."

"What is it?" said West carelessly.  He was listening to the roar of the
enemy's guns and the crash of shells, for the Boers were keeping up
their bombardment right into the night.

"I mean to go into the gunpowder trade, and--oh dear, how--"

West waited for the words that should have followed a long-drawn yawn,
but none came, for the simple reason that Ingleborough was fast asleep.

Ten minutes later, in the face of his suggestions to the contrary, and
in spite of the steady regular discharge of artillery, sending huge
shells into the place, West was just as fast asleep, and dreaming of
Anson sitting gibbering at him as he played the part of a monkey filling
his cheeks with nuts till the pouches were bulged out as if he were
suffering from a very bad attack of mumps.  The odd part of it was that
when he took out and tried to crack one of the nuts in his teeth he
could not, from the simple fact that they were diamonds.



"It's a bad job--a very bad job," said West, with a sigh, as he mounted
one of the pair of very excellent ponies that had been provided for the
despatch-riders by the gallant chief in command at Mafeking, with the
laughing comment that the two brave little animals ought to consider
themselves very lucky in being provided with two such masters, who would
take them right away from the beleaguered town, where, if they stayed,
their fate was bound to be that they would be minced into sausages or
boiled down into soup.

They were two beautiful little beasts; but West always sighed and said
it was a bad job whenever he mounted, for his heart was sore about the
pony he had lost before they entered Mafeking.

"I say, young fellow," said Ingleborough, with one of his grim smiles:
"how much longer are you going to stay in mourning?"

"Stay in mourning?" said West, staring, as he bent forward to pat his
mount's back.

"Yes: for those two ponies we lost; because it seems to me very absurd!
To begin with, it's downright folly to bemoan the loss of one pony when
you have been provided with another equally good; secondly, it is more
absurd to bemoan a pony at all; and thirdly, it is the most absurd thing
of all to be mourning for one that in all probability is not dead."

"Oh, they're both dead enough by this time!" said West bitterly.

"Mine may be, for it was hit; but from the way it reared up and kicked
out it had no bones broken, and these Basuto ponies are such hardy
little beasts that I daresay it got better; while yours was so good that
you may depend upon it some Boer has it nipped tightly between his legs,
and is making the most of it."

"I hope you are right!" said West.  "And there, I will not mourn for
them, as you call it, any more, but make the best of things.  Let's see;
this is the sixth day out from Mafeking."

"Seventh," said Ingleborough correctively.

"Of course; so it is, but I lose count through being so intent upon the
one idea of getting back to Kimberley.  Do you think we shall manage to
get through the Boer lines?"

"Think?  Why, we've got to get through them.  We shouldn't be long if we
could only ride straight away, and not be always running right on to
some fresh party who begin to make game of us directly."

"That's rather an ambiguous way of speaking, Ingle," said West,
laughing, as he caressed his pony.  "If anybody else heard you he would
think you meant that the Boers bantered and chaffed us."

"But nobody else does hear us, and you think that I mean that they begin
to pump out bullets at us just as if we were a pair of springboks.  I
say, I'm beginning to think that we are leading a charmed life, for it
is wonderful what escapes we have had from their long-carrying rifles."

"I'm beginning to think in a much more matter-of-fact way," replied
West; "and I think this, that five hundred yards' range is quite long
enough for any rifle used on active service.  I know that when one takes
aim beyond that distance one is very doubtful of hitting."

"I feel so after half that distance," replied Ingleborough, and then:
"Hullo!  See something?"

"Yes; I thought we were going to have a good long ride in peace this
morning, but look yonder!"

The two young men drew rein and leaped to the ground, each hurriedly
getting out his glass, for the commandant at Mafeking had supplied them
with fresh ones, to steady it by resting it upon the saddle he had just
quitted, their well-trained ponies standing perfectly motionless.

"What do you make of it?" said Ingleborough, scanning a mistily-seen
dark line right away beneath the sun.

"Wagons trekking," replied West quietly.


"Who can say?  I think not.  Reinforcements and stores on the way to the
besiegers, I should think."

"I'm afraid you are right!  Well, we had better let the nags feed while
we lie down and watch, for I don't think they have seen us yet."

"Very well," said West.  "I'm tired of so much running away!"

The next minute they were lying amongst some stones and their ponies
grazing, Ingleborough coolly filling his pipe and lighting it with a
burning-glass, but keeping a watchful eye upon the long train of wagons
and horsemen plodding along at the customary rate of about two miles an
hour, and ready at any moment to spring upon his pony in case a party of
the enemy should make up their minds to try and drive in the two ponies
when they caught their eye.

This he knew was doubtful, for it was beginning to be a common sight
upon the veldt--that of a wounded or worn-out horse or two picking up a
scanty living from the grass and green points of the shrubs, while an
investigation generally proved that the poor brutes were not worth the
trouble of the ride.

Still, on the other hand, the suspicious nature of the Boers might
prompt them to see whether riders were near the grazing animals, and an
opportunity for capturing a prisoner or two be theirs.

The pair kept a keen look-out; but it seemed for a long time that they
were to be left in peace, the long line of wagons and horsemen plodding
steadily onward, completely blocking the way the bearers of the
Kimberley despatch had to take.

At last, though, just after West had expressed his opinion that the
Boers were too intent upon getting their heavy guns on towards Mafeking,
Ingleborough, unnoticed by his companion, made a sudden movement,
dropping his pipe and altering the small lenses of his field-glass,
through which he lay gazing, supporting himself upon his elbows.

"Hah!" said West, who was similarly occupied; "they've got four heavy
guns and a tremendous lot of stores.  Wouldn't one of our generals give
something to have his men so arranged that he could cut them off in all
directions!  The country is so open, and not a kopje in sight.  What a
prize those guns would be!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough sharply; "but there is no British force at
hand, so they are going to surround us instead."

"What!" cried West excitedly.

"That they are, and no mistake!" continued Ingleborough, slewing himself
round so as to look in a different direction.

"You don't mean--oh, Ingle!  Three strong bodies coming from behind,
north and south.  Why, we're trapped!"

"We are, my lad; for here they come from the front."

West turned his glass again in the direction of the long line of wagons
after his look round, to see that a party of the Boers were riding out
straight for them.

"Trapped; but we must dodge between the wires, eh?" cried West, who,
like his companion, had made at once for where his pony was grazing.
"Hah!  Look out, Ingle!"

Ingleborough was looking out, but left helpless.  West had caught his
pony, but his companion had startled the other by the suddenness of his
approach, and, throwing up its head, the little animal cantered off with
his rider after him.

"Stop, stop!" shouted West.  "You only scare the brute more."

"Right!" said Ingleborough sadly, and he stopped short and began to
return.  "There!" he cried, as West sprang into his saddle; "you have
the despatch.  Off with you through that opening!  I won't hinder you!
I'll turn prisoner again for a change."

"Lay hold of my pony's tail and run!  I'll keep him to a canter, and
change with you as soon as you're tired!" said West, scanning the
opening between the end of the Boer line and the party of horsemen away
to his left who were making straight for them, lying towards the middle
of the line, where the big guns were being dragged along.

"No good!" said Ingleborough.  "Off with you, and save your despatch!"

"Can't leave you, old fellow!  Do as I tell you!" cried West.  "Hook

"I will not!  They won't kill me if I throw up my hands!  Save your
despatch if you can!"

"Obey orders, sir!" roared West fiercely, "and don't waste time!  I'm
going to trot after your mount, and he'll join us."

"Hah!  Bravo, sharp brains!" cried Ingleborough excitedly, and twisting
the long thick hair of the pony's tail about his left hand he ran
lightly after his companion, the pony West rode uttering a shrill neigh
as they went off, which made the other stop, cock up its ears, answer,
and come galloping after them, so eager to join its fellow that it
brushed close past Ingleborough, who caught the rein without trouble.

"Right!" he shouted, and the next minute he was in the saddle, with the
ponies cantering along side by side.

"More to the left!" cried West.  "The Boers are bearing away to cut us

This was plain enough, and the fugitives saw that if a fresh party
started from the end of the long line they were bound to be cut off.

"Never mind," cried Ingleborough; "we may get away!  Those fellows are
quite a mile from us, and their mounts will be pumped out if they push
forward like that.  Easy, easy!  Let the ponies go their own pace!"

Settling down into a canter, the fugitives now began to look away to
their left, where they had seen the other parties closing them in from
their flank and rear.

"Hallo!  Where's the rest of the enemy?" cried West.

"Yonder, out of sight!  The ground lies lower there; but I say, these
fellows are coming on at a tremendous rate!  Gallop or they'll cut you

"Then we'll gallop!" cried West.  "We, old fellow!  Just as if I were
going to leave you behind!"

"Very nice of you," said Ingleborough merrily; "but you're not fit for a
despatch-rider.  You're about the worst I ever knew of!"

"Because I won't forsake a friend?"

"Friend be hanged!  There's no friendship in wartime.  Ah, here come
some of the flankers."

"Yes, I see them," said West; "but what does this mean?"

For all at once the galloping party on their right--that which had come
straight from the centre of the Boer line--began to pull up until all
were halted in the middle of the plain.

"They see their companions coming," said Ingleborough, "and that we are
safely cut off.  Well, it is giving us a better chance!"

"But they're turning and folding back," cried West excitedly.  "Here
come the others, full gallop!  Look, look, how they're opening out!
Gallop full speed now!  No, no.  Look, look!  Why, Ingle, those are not
rifles they're carrying--they're lances."

"You're dreaming!" growled Ingleborough.  "Never mind what they're
carrying; they're going to cut us off, and we've got to save that

"And we shall save it too!" cried West, his voice sounding full of
exultation.  "Those are our Lancers--a regiment of them!"

"You're right!" cried Ingleborough excitedly now, and he began to draw
rein.  "Look at the Boer line.  There's proof!  They're turning back
from the front and hurrying up their rear so as to form laager round
their big guns.  Hurrah!" he yelled, rising in his stirrups to wave his

"And hurrah a hundred times more!" yelled West, following his
companion's example, as he saw now in no less than four directions
little clouds of horsemen moving over the widely-spreading plain.

The next minute they had their glasses out and were watching the Boers--
a line no longer, but broken up into what at first seemed to be wild
confusion, out of which order began to form, for whoever was in command
of the reinforcements on their way to Mafeking possessed enough
soldierly knowledge of what was the best thing to be done under the
circumstances.  As the wagons in front were wheeled round to retire upon
the centre formed by the four heavy guns, and those from the rear were
hurried up to join in making a great square, cloud after cloud of
mounted men galloped forward to seize upon any patch of shelter to hold
against the advancing British force.

"It's well meant," said Ingleborough, without taking his eyes from his
glass; "but they will not have time to form a strong laager.  Why, our
men will be among them before a quarter of an hour is past."

"Before ten minutes!" cried West, in wild excitement.  "Hurrah!  Trapped
this time!  Look right across the laager; there are men coming on

It was so, and Ingleborough cheered wildly again.  For the British
general must have had abundant information of the coming convoy, and had
taken his precautions and made his plans so accurately as to timing the
advance that he had completely surrounded the long line with cavalry and
mounted infantry, who now raced for the laager, heedless of the fire
opened upon them by the Boers.  The enemy only fired a few shots, and
then, finding themselves taken in front, flank, and rear, made for their
horses and took flight in every direction, but not before the Lancers
got among them and dotted the veldt with horse and man.

The Boer commander and those with gun and wagon worked well, bringing
their heavy guns to bear on the main advance; but they were not directed
at masses of men in column or line, but at a cloud of cavalry covering
the plain and mingled with the enemy's own flying horse, so that before
a second discharge could be belched forth from the two large guns which
were re-loaded, the Lancers, Hussars, and Volunteer Light Horse were
among the gunners, and it was every man for himself, _sauve qui peut_.

West and Ingleborough were so intent with their glasses, watching the
utter rout of the Boers, that they did not see a body of Lancers bearing
down upon them at a gallop, and the noise of the scattered firing kept
up by the Boers drowned the trampling of hoofs, till there was a shout
which made the two despatch-bearers start round in their saddles, to see
a dozen sun-browned, dust-covered Lancers galloping at them with weapons
levelled, headed by a young officer waving them on with his flashing

"Up hands!" yelled Ingleborough, and glass and hat were thrust on high.

It was only just in time, the officer raising his sword as he reined up
by West and caught his arm.

"Hallo!" he roared, as his men surrounded the pair with lances at their
breasts; "who are you?"

"Despatch-riders--Mafeking to Kimberley," cried West.

"Where are your despatches then?" cried the officer sharply.

"Here!" cried West.

"Yah!" cried the young officer.  "I thought I'd caught two Boer generals
directing the fight.  What a jolly sell!"

"You've got something better among you!" said Ingleborough, joining in
the laugh which rose among the men.

"Have we?  What?"

"There are four heavy guns yonder, and a tremendous wagon train."

At that moment trumpet after trumpet rang out, and the men burst into a
wild cheer, for the mounted Boers were scattering in all directions,
flying for their lives, and it was plain enough that a tremendous blow
had been inflicted upon a very strong force, the capture of the convoy
being complete, and those in charge who had not succeeded in reaching
their horses readily throwing down their arms.

"We'll, we've whipped!" said the young officer of Lancers, taking off
his helmet to wipe his streaming face.  "They can't find fault with us
at home for this, my lads!  Here, open out; we must join in driving
these ragged rascals back on the centre.  Here, you two," he cried,
turning to West and his companion, "I must take you both in to my chief,
for I don't know that I ought to take your bare word."

"Well, I don't think there's much of the Dopper about either of us."

"No," said the officer, "but the Boers have got the scum of Europe and
America with them, and you may be two little bits."

"Want our rifles?" said West coolly.

"No; but don't try to bolt, either of you: it would be dangerous.  My
boys are rather handy with the lance!"

"So I see!" said West, glancing at the points glistening at the tops of
the bamboo shafts, several of which looked unpleasantly red.

"And so I felt," said Ingleborough grimly, "for one of them pressed my



The trumpets were ringing out again to call the various parts of the
force together, a couple of regiments being sent in pursuit of the only
body of the defeated Boers which showed any cohesion, the greater part
of those who had reached their horses and escaped doing this to a great
extent singly, and the rest of that day was passed in gathering in the
wagons, disarming the prisoners, and making all secure in the laager,
which was now formed about a spruit that offered an ample supply of good
fresh water.

The capture proved to be far greater than was at first surmised, for in
addition to the four heavy guns with their wagons and special
ammunition, scores of the great lumbering Dutch wagons were full of
rifles and cartridges.  Besides these, there was an ample supply of
ordinary stores, and, in addition to the many spans of oxen, hundreds of
captured horses and several flocks of sheep.

By night all was made secure in the great camp, and the despatch-riders
were made welcome at the mess presided over by the cavalry General, who
with his staff eagerly listened to the adventurers' account of their
journey, and to their report of the state of beleaguered Mafeking.

That night the pair slept in peace in the well-guarded camp after
debating about their continuance of their journey the next morning.

But when morning came the General demurred to letting them go.

"You must wait a day longer," he said, "until my boys have done more, to
clear the way, for your road must be full of revengeful Boers, the
remains of the force we defeated yesterday, and I am certain that
neither you nor your despatch would reach Kimberley if I let you go!"

"We are very anxious to be off, sir," said West, in a disappointed tone.

"And I am very anxious that the Kimberley people should have your good
news, my lad," said the general, smiling, "and the news too of how we
have taken the guns and stores meant to be used against Mafeking; but,
as I have told you before, I don't want the news you are to carry to be
found somewhere on the veldt, perhaps a year hence, along with some rags
and two brave young fellows' bones."

"Thank you, sir," said West quietly; "but when do you think we might
continue our journey?"

"That depends on the reports I get in from the men still away in

The men in camp were in high glee, for they had been struggling hard for
weeks to get to conclusions with the enemy, but without success, while
now their highest expectations had been more than fulfilled; but there
was plenty of sorrow to balance the joy, many poor fellows having met
their end, while the number of injured in the hospital ambulances and
tents made up a heavy list.

West and Ingleborough saw much of this, and spent no little time in
trying to soften the pangs endured by the brave lads who lay patiently
bearing their unhappy lot, suffering the agony of wounds, and many more
the miseries of disease.

There was trouble too with the prisoners, and West and his companion
were present when a desperate attempt to escape was made by a party
worked upon by one of their leaders--a half-mad fanatical being whose
preachings had led many to believe that the English conquerors were
about to reduce the Boers to a complete state of slavery.

The attempt failed, and the leader was one of those who fell in the
terrible encounter which ensued.

Both West and Ingleborough were witnesses of the resulting fight, for
the attempt was made in broad daylight, just when such a venture was
least expected, and, after those who seized upon a couple of score of
the captured horses and tried to gallop off had been recaptured, the
young men worked hard in helping to carry the wounded to the patch of
wagons that formed the field hospital.

"Ugh!" said West, with a shudder, after he and Ingleborough had
deposited a terribly-injured Boer before one of the regimental surgeons;
"let's get down to the spruit and wash some of this horror away."

"Yes," said Ingleborough, after a glance at his own hands; "we couldn't
look worse if we had been in the fight!  Horrible!"

"It's one thing to be in the wild excitement of a battle, I suppose,"
said West; "but this business after seems to turn my blood cold."

Ingleborough made no reply, and the pair had enough to do afterwards in
descending the well-wooded, almost perpendicular bank to where the
little river ran bubbling and foaming along, clear and bright.

"Ha!" sighed West; "that's better!  It was horrible, though, to see
those poor wretches shot down."

"Um!" murmured Ingleborough dubiously.  "Not very!  They killed the
sentries first with their own bayonets!"

"In a desperate struggle for freedom, though!  But there, I'm not going
to try and defend them!"

"No, don't, please!" said Ingleborough.  "I can't get away from the fact
that they began the war, that the Free State had no excuse whatever, and
that the enemy have behaved in the most cruel and merciless way to the
people of the towns they have besieged."

"All right!  I suppose you are right; but I can't help feeling sorry for
the beaten."

"Feel sorry for our own party then!" said Ingleborough, laughing.  "Why,
Noll, lad, we must not holloa till we are out of the wood.  This last is
a pretty bit of success; but so far we have been horribly beaten all

"Yes, yes; don't talk about it," said West sharply; "but look over
there.  We needn't have been at the trouble of scrambling down this
almost perpendicular place, for there must be a much easier spot where
that fellow is walking up."

"Never mind; we'll find that slope next time, for we shall have to come
down again if we want a wash."

They sat down chatting together about the beautifully peaceful look of
the stream, while Ingleborough lit his pipe and began to smoke.

"It does seem a pity," said Ingleborough thoughtfully, exhaling a cloud
of smoke: "this gully looks as calm and peaceful as a stream on old
Dartmoor at home.  My word!  I wish I had a rod, a line, and some flies!
There must be fish here.  I should like to throw in that pool and
forget all about despatch-bearing and guns and rifles and men using
lances.  It would be a treat!"

"It looks deep and black too in there," said West.  "Yes, a good day's
fishing in such a peaceful--Ugh!  Come away.  Let's get back to the

"Why?  What's the matter?" cried Ingleborough, starting up, in the full
expectation of seeing a party of the enemy making their way down the
farther bank to get a shot at them.

But West was only pointing with averted head down at the deep black
pool, and Ingleborough's face contracted as his eyes took in all that
had excited West's horror and disgust.

For there, slowly sailing round and round just beneath the surface, were
the white faces of some half-dozen Boers, wounded to the death or
drowned in their efforts to escape the British cavalry, and washed down
from higher up by the swift stream, to go on gliding round and round the
pool till a sudden rising of the waters from some storm should give the
stream sufficient power to sweep them out.



"Let's see; this will take us round by the hospital wagons," said
Ingleborough.  "I vote we go round the other way, for we don't want any
more horrors now!"

They chose a different direction to return to their temporary quarters
in the camp, one which took them round by the row upon row of captured
wagons and the roughly-made enclosure into which the prisoners had now
been herded, and where they were doubly guarded by a strong party of
mounted infantry, who had stringent orders to fire at the slightest sign
of trying to escape.

"They'll accept their lot now, I expect," said Ingleborough.  "Who are
these with this next lot of wagons?  Non-combatants, I suppose!"

"Yes; drivers of the provision wagons and traders," replied West.  "Why,
that's the man we saw going up out of the spruit."

"Yes," said Ingleborough, and as he spoke West noted that the man who
had been seated at the front of one of the wagons suddenly turned his
back and walked round to the other side.

West turned to Ingleborough.

Ingleborough turned to West.

They stood looking enquiringly in each other's eyes for a few moments
before the latter said suddenly:

"Which way will you go?"

"Left," said Ingleborough.

"And I'll go right."

They started at once, walking towards the wagon that had taken their
attention, Ingleborough making for the front where the man had
disappeared, and which necessitated passing the team of bullocks
crouching down to ruminate over the fodder that had been cut for them,
while West hurried round by the rear, the young men timing themselves so
exactly that they met after seeing a pair of stout legs disappear
between the fore and hind wheels of the wagon where the man they sought
to face had dived under.

Quick as thought, West and Ingleborough separated and ran back lightly
and quickly, this time to come upon the man they sought just as he was
getting heavily upon his legs again, evidently in the belief that he had
not been recognised.

He was thoroughly roused up to his position, though, by Ingleborough's
heavy hand coming down upon his shoulder and hoisting him round to face
the pair.

"Hallo, Anson!" cried Ingleborough banteringly; "this is a pleasant
surprise!" while West's eyes flashed as he literally glared in the
cowardly scoundrel's face, which underwent a curious change as he
glanced from one to the other, his fat heavy features lending themselves
to the dissimulation, as he growled out slowly: "Don't understand."

"What!" cried Ingleborough, in the same bantering tone; "don't you know
this gentleman--Mr Oliver West?"

"Don't understand!" was the reply, and directly after: "Goodnight,
Englishmen; I'm going to sleep!"

The next moment the heavy-looking fellow had turned his back again,
stepped to the front part of the wagon, and sprawled over part of the
wood-work as he tried to draw himself on to the chest before getting

But Ingleborough was a strong man, and he proved it, for, stepping
behind the man, he caught him by the collar of his jacket and the loose
part of his knicker-bocker-like breeches, and dragged him off the wagon,
to plant him down in front of West.

The result was that their prisoner began to rage out abusive words in
Dutch, so loudly that in the exasperation he felt, Ingleborough raised
his right foot and delivered four kicks with appalling vigour and
rapidity--appalling to the receiver, who uttered a series of yells for
help in sound honest English, struggling the while to escape, but with
his progress barred by West, who closed up and seized him by the arm.

The outcry had its effect, for the called-for help arrived, in the shape
of a sergeant and half-a-dozen men, who came up at the double with fixed

"What's all this?" cried the sergeant sharply, as he surrounded the

"Only a miracle!" cried Ingleborough.  "This so-called Boer, who could
not speak a word of English, has found his tongue."

"What are you, prisoner--a Boer?" cried the sergeant.

"Ah, yah, yah," was the reply, gutturally given; "Piet Retif, Boer."

"Well, sir, orders are that the Boer prisoners are not to be ill-used,"
said the sergeant.  Then, turning to the prisoner: "This your wagon and

"Ah, yah, yah, Piet Retif."

"He says Yah, yah, sir," said the sergeant, "which means it is his

"Oh yes, it is his, I believe," said Ingleborough.

"Then what have you against him?"

"Only that he's a renegade Englishman, a man who deserted from Kimberley
to the Boers."

"It's a lie, sergeant," cried the man excitedly.

"That's good English," cried Ingleborough.  "I told you I had worked a
miracle; now perhaps I can make him say a little more.  He's an
illicit-diamond merchant and cheat as well, and his name is not Piet
Retif, but James Anson, late clerk to the Kimberley Company.  What do
you say, West?"

"The same as you," replied West.

"It is a lie!" cried the man.  "Piet Retif, dealer in mealies and corn."

"Mealies and corn!" cried Ingleborough scornfully.  "The man is what I
say: an utter scoundrel, cheat, and, worse than all, a renegade and
deserter to the Boers."

Anson's jaw dropped, and his face seemed to turn from a warm pink to



Before Anson's jaw had time to return to its place the sergeant and his
men sprang up to attention, looking as stiff as if on parade.

West was the first to see the reason, and he nudged Ingleborough, just
as a stern voice asked what was wrong.

"Bit of a row, sir, between the two despatch-riders and this prisoner,
sir," replied the sergeant.  "Prisoner charges these two gentlemen with
assaulting him.  Says he's a Boer!"

The new-comer, who had four officers in attendance upon him during what
was apparently a tour of inspection of the camp, turned sharply on the
two friends.

"I cannot have the prisoners ill-treated," he said.  "Why is this?"

"Because he is not a Boer, sir," said Ingleborough sharply.  "This man
was in the company's office with us at Kimberley.  He is little better
than a thief, or worse, for he is a receiver of stolen goods, an
Englishman, an illicit buyer of diamonds, and a renegade who gave
information to and deserted to the Boers."

"That will do," said the General.  "Half of your charges would condemn
him.  Sergeant, see that this prisoner is carefully guarded.  He will be
tried later on.  I am too busy to attend to such matters now."

Anson gave vent to a gasp, after listening to the general's orders for
his safe custody.

But, though he was listening to the orders given, his eyes were
otherwise employed.  They were half-closed, but fixed intently upon
West, and they did not quit his face till the sergeant clapped him on
the shoulder, saying: "Now, Mr Piet Retif, this way!"

Then he started violently, and was marched off to be placed with certain
of the prisoners who were the most carefully guarded.

"Did you notice anything in particular just before Anson was led off?"
said Ingleborough.

"No.  Poor wretch.  I'm sorry for him!"

"Keep your sorrow for a more worthy object, my lad, and mind and give
that fellow a wide berth if ever he gets his liberty again."

"Which he will, of course."

"Well, perhaps so, for the Company can't give the diamond-buyer all they
would like!  But when he does get free, you be careful!"

"Why, what harm can he do me?"

"Can't say," said Ingleborough abruptly; "but something or another ill
you may take it for granted he will do.  I've been watching his face,
and read what it means!  Of course, he doesn't like me, for I've been
fighting against him all along; but somehow he seems to hate you, and,
mark my words, he'll try his best to do you a mischief!  He gives you
the credit of being the cause of all this trouble!"

"But I've not been!" said West.

"No; I've done the scoundrel ten times the mischief that you have, for I
disliked him from the very first day we met.  He was too oily for me,
and I always thought that he would turn out a bad one.  I'm the culprit,
but he means to let me alone and to take all the change out of you!
That's all--only don't give him a chance!"

"Not I; but we shall not see much more of him, I suppose."

"What?  There'll be a trial in a day or two, and I've got a pill for my

"What do you mean--not a lead pill?"

"Tchah!  Nonsense.  I mean to ask for the scoundrel's wagon to be
searched.  I was afraid they would let him go back to it."

"The wagon?  Of course," said West thoughtfully.  "I had forgotten

The young men's eyes met as if they were trying to read each other's
thoughts; but no more was said then, and the next morning West and
Ingleborough were summoned to the General's wagon.

"Good morning," said the officer sharply.  "Your despatches are, of
course, very important, and it is urgent that they should be delivered
at once?"

"Yes, sir," said West eagerly.  "Then we may go on at once?"

The General smiled.

"No," he replied; "all through the night scouts and natives have been
coming in, and in general from different sources one has a great variety
of news; but in this case, coming from parts widely asunder, I get the
same announcement.  Stung by the defeat I have given them and the loss
of their convoy and big guns, they have been collecting in great force,
evidently to try and surround me in turn and recover all they have

"Then we had better make a dash for it at once, sir, before the way is
completely closed," said West.

"The way is completely closed, young man," said the General gravely.
"East, west, north, and south, there are strong commandos with guns, and
there is only one way open for you."

"And that is?" said West excitedly, for the General had stopped.

"By going nearly due west, and cutting your way through."

"Cutting our way through!" said West blankly, and he turned to look at
Ingleborough for an explanation, but the latter only shrugged his

"Ah, you are both puzzled!" said the General, smiling.  "You want to
know how you are to cut your way through!  I'll tell you: by keeping
with me and letting my fellows clear the road for you!"

"But--" began West.

"There is no `but' in the matter, sir," said the General.  "You are both
willing messengers; but you cannot do impossibilities.  If you go on in
your own way you will be either shot down or captured, and in either
case your despatches will fall into the enemy's hands."

"Unless I destroyed them first!" said West bitterly.

"Of course.  That is what you would try to do, my lad, if you had time.
But as you would naturally defer that till the last extremity, the
probabilities are that this necessary task would be left undone.
Rifle-bullets fly very swiftly, and the Boers' traps are cleverly set,
as our people are finding to their cost."

"But the despatches must be delivered, sir," said West excitedly, "and
it is my duty to go on at any risk!"

"And mine to do two things, young gentleman," said the General, speaking
very sternly.  "One is, to assist you in the task you have in hand; the
other, as I find that Kimberley is being hard pressed, to try and cut my
way through to the help of the brave people who are holding it against
great odds.  Now, as the two objects work together, your way must be
with us.  I may not be able to force my way through, but I can certainly
see you well on your way."

"Then we are to stop with your cavalry brigade, sir?" said West, in
disappointed tones.

"Certainly, as long as I am making a forward movement, which will
commence at once.  If I find it necessary to diverge from the course
laid down, on account of the extent of the convoy I have captured and
the number of prisoners, I shall give you fair warning, so that you may
make a dash for yourselves.  There, gentlemen, I am busy.  You will
attach yourselves to my staff, and help keep a watch over the loot in

Taking this to be a dismissal, the two young men retired to talk the
matter over in their own quarters.

"I don't like it!" said West excitedly.  "We have our orders as to what
we are to do about the despatch!  Ought we to let a cavalry general
override those instructions?"

"I suppose so," replied Ingleborough.  "Perhaps, after all, he is


"Well, he knows from good information the state of the country, and we
do not.  It would be better for your despatch never to be delivered than
for it to fall into the enemy's hands."

"Of course!"

"Then why not take matters as you find them?  Are we not going to take
news for our General over yonder, and reinforcements as well?"

"Yes, I hope so," replied West; "but one does not like when one's plans
are made to have them interfered with."

"Of course not," said Ingleborough, laughing; "but we started with fixed
plans from Kimberley, and we've been interfered with and baffled ever

"But we did get the despatch to Mafeking!"

"Yes, even when it seemed quite hopeless; and we're going to get the
answer back to Kimberley yet."

"I hope so," said West gloomily.

"Bah!  What a grumbler you are, Noll!  Nothing seems to satisfy you!
Haven't we turned the tables completely upon that fat pink innocent?"

West nodded his head.

"Isn't he prisoner instead of us?"

"Yes, that's true!"

"And hasn't he proved your innocence and his own guilt before those

"Yes, he has done that!" said West, with his puckered face smoothing

"Then just confess that you are a growling, discontented,
hard-to-satisfy young humbug."

"I do--frankly!" cried West, laughing outright.

"Come, that's something; and I begin to think that I will forgive you
and stick to you after all, instead of following out my own ideas."

"Your own ideas?" said West, looking at his companion enquiringly.
"What were those?"

"Well," said Ingleborough, in his dry stolid manner; "Shakespeare was a
very able man."

"My dear Ingle," cried West, staring, "whatever has Shakespeare got to
do with your plans?"

"Everything, you young ignoramus.  Doesn't he say something about there
being a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, will lead
to fortune?"

"I believe so; but I wish he could point out the tide that would take
our live barque safe into Kimberley."

"Ah, but you see he does not; his works were written for people living
in a wet country where there are plenty of rivers and seas.  He didn't
know anything about the veldt, and, in fact, he was not very strong in
his geography, or he wouldn't have written about the sea coast of

"There," cried West, "you're getting into one of your long-winded
arguments, and I'm waiting to hear your plans!"

"Oh, they are only these!" said Ingleborough very gravely.  "Being a
poor man and seeing the tide at its height, I thought to myself that
there could be no harm in annexing a rogue's plunder when it is as plain
as the nose on one's face that we have as good a right to it as all the
officers and Tommy Atkinses of this brigade.  I came to the conclusion
that I'd get you to stand in with me on fair halves principle, and go
off with the diamonds in that barrel, calling at Kimberley as we go to
leave that despatch, and then going on to the Cape, and then home."

"No, you did not, Ingle," said West quietly; "so don't talk bosh!  Look,
they're striking tents, inspanning, and getting off."

"By George! so they are.  And hallo! what does this mean--an attack?"

"A battery of Horse Artillery guns," cried West.  "Then we are going on
in real earnest."

"Yes," said Ingleborough, "and so our friends the Boers will find."



The start was made more quickly than either West or Ingleborough had
anticipated; in fact, the celerity was wonderful considering that the
cavalry brigade was burdened with the great convoy of wagons captured
from the Boers.

But there was a keen soldier in command, and one who knew how to be
ready for every emergency likely to occur in an enemy's country.

As the two despatch-riders mounted their ponies, the cavalry regiments
were in motion, some taking up ground in advance and on the flanks,
while two more, a Lancer and a Dragoon regiment, stood fast ready for
action as rear-guard, giving the six-gun battery an opportunity to
off-saddle and rest their horses, fresh from a twelve-mile march that

The wagon lines were in perfect order, steadily moving off after two of
the big newly-captured guns, freshly manned by picked crews, the other
two being reserved for the centre of the train and taking up their
position easily enough, drawn as they were by double teams of sturdy
ponies which made them far more mobile than would have been the case if
trusted to the slow-moving oxen.

"They won't attempt to use those guns if we are attacked," said West, as
he watched the preparations going on; "our men will be quite ignorant of
how to work them."

"Our men will try if the necessity comes," said Ingleborough
confidently; "and that's half the battle!"

"Yes," said West; "but it's hardly likely that the enemy will attack so
well-armed a body of men."

"They will, though, and do us no end of mischief if they get the

But the General for the first three days gave the enemy no chance, for
he carefully avoided kopjes and broken ground, keeping out a cloud of
mounted men scouting in every direction, and camping each night on the
banks of some spruit.

In fact, every military precaution was taken on defensive principles,
for the captured convoy was too valuable for any risks to be run by
attacking one or other of the commandos trying to hem in the brigade.

It was soon found that the Boers were in motion in front, rear, and on
both flanks, awaiting an opportunity to swoop down and stampede sheep,
cattle, and horses, spread confusion amongst the men, and so open up a
chance to re-capture the guns and stores.

But no chances were given, for everything had been arranged, and during
seven days' march West had a fine experience in the manoeuvring of a
cavalry brigade.  So, in fact, had the enemy, but theirs was at a bitter

Finding that the British force would not attack any of the natural
strongholds nor step into any of the traps contrived at river crossings
where the perpendicular banks were filled with trench, pit, and shelter,
but that the carefully-guarded convoy went on slowly towards safety day
after day, the enemy became more daring, changed their tactics, and
gathered together for attacks, getting their guns into action ready for
their own captured artillery to be halted, and with a few well-directed
shots at a tremendously long range to put the carefully planted guns out
of action and compel a rapid retreat.

If they surrounded the convoy in their thousands with knots of mounted
riflemen, there was a rush, a flying cloud of dust kicked up, and away
went half the Horse Artillery battery to one knoll, the other half to
another, and before the intention of the General could be grasped the
shells were falling fast among those knots, bursting and untying them in
an appalling way which littered the dry earth with dead horses and men;
while, whenever a bolder dash than usual was made to capture either of
the half-batteries, the Boers found that, mobile as they were, the
British cavalry could nearly double them in swiftness of evolution, and
Lancers and Hussars cut them up and sent them flying in every direction.

Day after day this went on, with the result that the reinforcements the
enemy received were pretty well balanced by the constant dribbling away
of ambulance wagons loaded with wounded men.

"Isn't it splendid?"  Ingleborough kept on saying.  "Why, we could go on
journeying like this for months.  I like this defensive game!  Chess is
nothing to it!"

"So do the Boers like a defensive game!"

"Yes," said Ingleborough, laughing.  "Did you hear what one of the Boers
taken said to the officer in command of the prisoners' guard?"

"No.  I did not catch it; but I saw our men laughing.  What was it?"

"He said our officers did not fight fair, and when our man asked him
what he considered was fair fighting, the scoundrel gave him to
understand that we ought to attack them when they were well entrenched
in a kopje ready to shoot all our men down."

"Well," said West, "what did our officer say?"

"Laughed at him, and told him that if they were so very anxious to fire
at targets we would arrange butts for them with a series of mantlets and
a good supply of the Bisley Running Deer.  But that wasn't the best of
it," said Ingleborough, laughing; "what do you think the fellow said?"

"I don't know," said West, who was watching the evolutions of a couple
of the Light Horse Volunteer regiments and as many of the Lancers, for,
tired of the plodding life of keeping with the tremendous baggage train
for a whole week, the two friends had ridden out in advance over a wide
open series of rolling downs covered with dry scrubby growth, parched to
greyness by the torrid sun.

Ingleborough laughed heartily for a few moments.

"There they go," he said, pointing to the leading troop of the Hussar
regiment as it disappeared over a ridge about a mile in advance.  "Let's
make for that wave-like place."

"Very well," said West; "I suppose we shall be safe there!"

"Safe enough, of course, for our men have swept it clear!  Forward!  How
the ponies enjoy a gallop!  But I didn't tell you what the miserable
ruffian said."

"No," cried West, enjoying the motion as much as the ponies.  "This is
delightful after all that slow walking; but we had better turn back when
we have seen what those fellows are about!  Now, what did the Boer say?"

"Said he had always heard we were cowards at Majuba; now he knew for

"The insolent hound!" cried West.  "What did our officer say?"

"That it was lucky for the Boer that he was a prisoner, for if he had
been free he would have tasted a flogging from the flat of a sabre.  But
hullo! where are our men?" cried Ingleborough, as they reached the crown
of the low ridge and looked down at a strip of open veldt, beyond which
was another ridge.

"Gone over there!" said West quietly.  "They must have galloped!"

"Shall we follow, and come back with them?" said Ingleborough.

"We may as well," was the reply; "they must be trying to cut off some of
the Boers."

"Or going in for a charge to scatter them, for we want no more
prisoners.  Come on, then; I should like to see the charge!"

The ponies seemed to share their desire, for, answering a slight
pressure on their flanks, they spread out and went down the slight slope
like greyhounds, avoiding as if by instinct the holes and stones with
which the veldt was dotted away in front.

"Steady, steady!" cried West.  "We don't want to overdo it!"

"Of course not," shouted Ingleborough; "but my word, what delicious air,
and what a place for a gallop!  I should like to see a herd of antelope
appear on that ridge to the left.  I should be obliged to go after them;
we might get one for the officers' mess."

"There they are, then!" cried West.

"Where?" said Ingleborough.

"Coming over that continuation of the ridge a mile away to the left.
No: mounted men!  Ingle, old chap," cried West excitedly, "they're the
party our men have cut off!  They've headed them, and they're trying to
escape by this opening!"

"By jingo!  No!" cried Ingleborough.  "Our men have gone off to the
right, I believe, and those Boers have seen us.  Noll, old fellow, we've
come a bit too far.  Steady!  Right turn!  Now off and away, or somebody
else will be cut off or shot; perhaps both of us, for we're in for it
once more."

"Oh no," said West coolly; "be steady, and we'll show the Boers how
English fellows ride!"

"Yes, but hang it all!  It's showing the beggars how we ride away."

"Never mind; we must ride for the convoy."

"But we can't," cried Ingleborough savagely; "there's another party
cutting us off."

"Forward then over the ridge in front!  Our fellows must have gone over

"No, I don't think they did."

"Then we will," cried West excitedly; "that must be south and west.
Forward for Kimberley; it can't be far now; and let's deliver the

"Hold hard!  Look before you leap!" shouted Ingleborough; and, rising in
his stirrups, he gave a hasty glance round, to see Boers here, Boers
there, in parties of from six to a dozen, spreading out as they came
along at a gallop, forming more and more of a circle, till there was an
opening only in one direction--to the south-west--and after grasping
this fully he turned to West as he settled himself in his saddle.

"Why, Noll, lad," he cried, "it's like the drawing of a seine-net in
Cornwall, with us for the shoal of mackerel.  They've got it nearly
round us, and if we don't start, in another ten minutes we shall be
enclosed.  It looks fishy, and no mistake!"

"Then come on!" cried West.

"Off with you, but at a gentle gallop.  We must nurse our nags, for the
obstinate brutes will make it a long chase."

As he spoke he pressed his pony's sides, and away they went together at
a long easy gallop, their mounts keeping so close together that the
riders' legs nearly touched, and the brave little animals taking stride
for stride and needing no guidance, the best management being to give
them their heads and perfect freedom to avoid all the obstacles which
came in their way in the shape of rock, bush, and the perilous holes
burrowed in the soil by the South African representatives of our

Once settled down in their saddles, with the opening in the Boer net
straight before them, the fugitives had no difficulty in carrying on a
conversation, and this ensued in the calmest matter-of-fact way
concerning the predicament in which they had landed themselves.

"It's very awkward, Noll!" said Ingleborough.

"But, to use your favourite argument, it seems all for the best,"
replied West.  "We can easily reach the open ground yonder before the
enemy, and then ride right away."

"If," said Ingleborough.

"If they don't stop when they find us likely to go through the horns of
the dilemma they have prepared for us."

"And lie down and begin shooting?"

"Exactly!  Their bullets will go faster than our ponies!"

"Yes, but we shall put them at full speed, and they will find it hard to
hit us at a gallop."

"I hope so!" said Ingleborough.  "My word!  How they are coming on!"

"Yes; but they will not get within five hundred yards of us!" cried West

And so it proved, for as the horns of the partly-finished circle drew
nearer, that nearness proved to be nearly a thousand yards from point to
point, while half-way between, and with their ponies racing over the
ground stretched out like greyhounds, the two despatch-riders dashed
through, forcing the enemy to alter their course as they were left

"That's done it!" cried West joyously.  "Now then for Kimberley; it
can't be very far away!"

"Sit close!" cried Ingleborough.  "They'll fire now if they can do so
without hitting their friends."

West glanced back to his right, and saw the truth of his companion's
words, for the next minute the firing was commenced on both sides, the
bullets coming over their heads with their peculiar buzzing sound, and
the dusty soil being struck up here and there as the fugitives tore

"This will put their shooting to the test!" cried West, leaning forward
to pat his pony's neck.

"Yes; it will puzzle the best of them!" replied Ingleborough.  "I'm not
afraid of their marksmen, but I am of the flukes.  However, we're in for
it!  Easy now!  We're getting more and more ahead as they close in.
There, those behind are obliged to leave off firing for fear of hitting
their friends."

Ingleborough was right, for after another useless shot or two the firing
ceased, and it became a chase where success, barring accidents, would
rest with the best and freshest horses.

Knowing this, the fugitives eased their ponies all they could after
placing a greater distance between them and their pursuers, but keeping
a good look-out ahead and to right and left, knowing full well as they
did that the appearance of fresh Boers ahead would be fatal to their

Half an hour glided by, during which first one and then the other
glanced back, but always with the same result of seeing that some two or
three dozen of the enemy were settled down to a steady pursuit.

"How long do you think they will keep this up?" said West at last.

"Well, if they are French mercenaries they'll give up directly; if they
are Germans they'll stick to our heels for hours; but if they're all
Free Staters or Transvaal Boers they'll go on till they drop or we do.
The stubborn, obstinate mules never know when they are beaten!"

"Then they're not French adventurers!" said West.

"Nor yet Germans!" said Ingleborough.  "No; we've got the genuine Boer
after us; and it's going to be a long chase."

"How far do you think it is to Kimberley?"

"Just as far as it is from Kimberley to here!" replied Ingleborough

"Thank you for nothing!" snapped out West.  "What's the good of giving
foolish answers?"

"What's the good of asking foolish questions?  Look here, lad, we may as
well look the position in the face."

"Of course."

"Very well, then; we've got a score and a half or so of Boers after us,
meaning to take us prisoners or shoot us down."

"Oh yes, that's plain enough!"

"Very well!  Then as to distance to Kimberley, the General has dodged in
and out so to avoid the enemy that, though I know a little about the
country, I'm regularly puzzled as to where we are.  I think it lies out
here, but whether Kimberley is five miles away or a hundred I don't
know.  What I do know is that the surest way of getting there is to make
right away west for the railway.  Once we can hit that--"

"Yes, I see, and if we keep it on our right, riding south, we shall get

"That's correct, my lad, but recollect this: we left the town invested,
and you may depend upon it that the enemy are round it in greater
strength than ever, so that how we are to get through their lines when
we reach them I don't know."

"Neither do I!" said West.  "But we did not know how we were to get into
Mafeking!  Still we did it, and we're going to do this somehow."

"Ah, somehow!"

"Look here," said West, after another glance back at their pursuers: "do
you think you could put matters in a blacker light if you were to try?"

"To be frank, old fellow," said Ingleborough, laughing, "I really don't
think I could!"

"No more do I!"

"But look here: it's as well always to look the blackest side full in
the face.  Then you know the worst at once, and can act accordingly.
Hooray!  One to us!" shouted Ingleborough, glancing back.

"What is it?  I see one of the enemy broken down and another pulled up
to help him.  It's two to us."

"There, you see now the good of looking at the worst of it."

"It's quite cheering!" cried West.

"Not very, for the rest are making a spurt."

"Let them!" said West.  "Our ponies are full of go.  We will not push
them unless absolutely obliged."

"Words of wisdom!  A long, steady pace wins.  Keep on; we can afford to
lose a little ground, for we have been gaining for some time!"



Hour after hour passed, and the chase continued over the wide rolling
veldt, the fugitives making their course more and more westerly so as to
hit the railway, hoping every time they reached the top of one of the
wave-like ridges to find that they were close at hand.

But it was always the same--veldt, veldt, veldt, stretching on towards
the horizon, with a village or farm once in a way, and the enemy always
at the same distance behind, keeping doggedly on.

Twice over, though, the fugitives had scraps of encouragement from one
of their pursuers pulling up, and in each case another drew rein and
stopped with him.

At last a spruit was reached, with the fresh bubbling water tempting the
escaping pair to alight in a way only to be understood by one who has
been similarly situated.

It was just after the Boers had pulled up to let their horses walk after
a long ascent, and they were still going on at the same pace, when West
checked his pony.

"It's of no use; we must drink," he said.  "Dismount, unsling your
rifle, and get behind that stone and try and hold the enemy in check
while I water the horses and fill the bottles."

Ingleborough said nothing, only obeyed, and the next minute West was
leading the ponies down to the shallow crossing, leaving his companion
with his rifle-barrel resting upon the big stone that formed a natural

Seeing that the pair had stopped, the Boers began to press forward, even
after Ingleborough had fired twice; but the next shot made them pull up
short, open out, and take up position, beginning to return the fire

A few minutes later the horses had had a good drink, the bottles were
re-filled, and all was ready on the far side of the spruit for
continuing the flight.

West shouted to his companion, who placed a block of stone about the
size of his head upon the natural breastwork and fired twice, dropping
down directly after and wading to the side of the gully, where he threw
himself upon his breast, drank deeply, and then waded across to rejoin
his companion.  Then they were off again at a canter, getting a good
quarter of a mile on their road before the Boers discovered by a careful
flanking approach that they had given up their defence of the spruit and
dashed on.

"They'll be after us now at full speed!" said West, as he stood up in
his stirrups gazing back.

"No," said Ingleborough; "they'll stop there, I daresay, for an hour to
give their horses water and rest, thinking that they can lull us into
the belief that they have given up the pursuit; and then they'll come on
again, following us steadily so as to trap us as soon as it is dusk."

"I don't think you are right," said West; "but it is of no use to argue
about it.  We shall see!"

The day wore on and they saw nothing but the wide-spreading brown veldt,
with no sign of the great river, no mountain ridge or other object
familiar to Ingleborough during his travels through the country.

"No," he said, in reply to a question from West, "I can't make out
anything, only that we are going south-west.  The country is so big, you
see.  All I can say is that we must be going right.  We're making for
the river, and we can't do better.  It may be many, many miles away

"Well, let's keep on.  There's one comfort: the enemy don't seem to be
after us."

"No," said Ingleborough, after a good look back, and speaking very
drily; "they don't seem to be, but I don't trust them.  They mean to run
us down; but we'll give them their work first."

In this spirit the fugitives rode steadily on hour after hour till the
evening came, and then there was nothing for it but to look out for some
halting-place with cover and feed for the ponies.

"We can't keep on without giving them a rest," said Ingleborough; "for
we may have to ride all day to-morrow."

"What?" cried West.  "You surely don't think we're so far off still?"

"I don't know anything, lad," replied Ingleborough; "for, as I said
before, the country is so big, and it is quite possible that we may have
two or three days' journey before us yet."

"But food--rest?" faltered West.

"My eyes are wandering everywhere in search of food," replied
Ingleborough, "and I keep on hoping to come upon a farmhouse somewhere
in sight.  That will mean food, either given, bought, or taken by
threatening with our rifles.  As to the rest, we'll have that when we
get into Kimberley."

Night fell without a sign of spruit, pool, or farm; but it was a bright,
clear time, with the stars giving them sufficient light to keep on in
the hope that was growing desperate that they must soon come upon some
stream.  But they hoped in vain, and the ponies at last began to grow
sluggish and indisposed to proceed whenever some patch of bush was
reached in the midst of the dried-up expanse.

"There, it's of no use," said Ingleborough; "we may as well let the poor
brutes browse upon such green shoots as they can find!  They'll be all
the fresher for the halt.  As for us, we must feed upon hope and the
remembrance of the good things we have had in the past."

"Don't let's give up yet!" replied West.  "It is cool travelling, and
every mile brings us nearer to safety."

"Very well; but we shall find it hard work to get the ponies along."

So they rode on, with their mounts growing more and more sluggish for a
while, and then West suddenly uttered an exclamation.

"What is it?" cried Ingleborough.  "Your nag?"

"Yes; he has suddenly begun to step out briskly."

"So has mine," said Ingleborough.  "It's all right.  Give yours his
head--they sniff water.  I half fancy I can smell it myself; the air
comes so cool and moist."

Just then one of the ponies snorted, and the pair broke into a canter
which lasted for about a quarter of a mile, when they dropped into a
walk, for the ground was encumbered with stones; but almost directly a
pleasant refreshing odour of moist greenery saluted the riders'
nostrils, and then the ground was soft and yielding beneath the ponies'
hoofs, then rough and gravelly, and the next minute the riders were
gazing down at the reflected stars, which became blurred as the ponies
splashed into water and then lowered their muzzles to drink.

"A great pool?" said West.

"No; hark!"

West listened, to hear the rippling trickle of running water.

"A river!" he said excitedly.

"Yes, and it may be the Vaal.  If not, it will be one of the streams
running into it."

"And we must keep on this side and follow it down."

"Well, no," said Ingleborough, with a little laugh; "seeing that the
Boers are after us, I think it will be safer to follow it down from the
other side."

"Very well!  What shall we do--get down and wade?"

"I would rather keep dry," replied Ingleborough.  "Let's wait till the
ponies have drunk sufficient, and then try if it is safe enough for them
to walk across.  I think it will be, for you can hear how shallow it

"Yes," said West; "close in here; but what is it farther out?"

He stood up in his stirrups and followed the reflection of the stars for
some distance.

"It's a big river, Ingle," he said, "and it would be madness to try and
ford it in the dark."

"Very well; let's get a good drink as soon as the ponies have had their
share, and then follow the river down till we come upon a place where
they can graze and we can rest."

This plan was followed out, the ponies being hobbled at a spot where
there seemed to be plenty of feed, while amongst the dense bushes and
rugged stones which barred their way a snug resting-place was soon
found, where, after cautiously making their way down to the river bank
and allaying their thirst, the fugitives lay down to rest, listening to
the sound of falling water not far away.  Then, in perfect forgetfulness
of Boers, despatches, and all the dangers of their way, both dropped
into the deep sleep produced by exertion--a sleep which lasted till the
sun was once more beginning to flood the earth with light.



It was the sound of a deep breath which put an end to West's slumber,
and he opened his eyes to lie staring at two more, big, brown, soft, and
peaceful-looking, not a foot away from his own.

It was some moments before full wakefulness came and he realised where
he was, and that it was his pony, well-fed and rested, mutely asking him
whether he was not going to mount and ride off again.

It was then that the thought of danger asserted itself, and he raised
his head and looked sharply around, to see that they were amongst stones
and bushes where; the bank went precipitously down to a beautiful
winding river flowing amongst abundant verdure.  Close by him lay
Ingleborough, still fast asleep, and beyond him the other pony, still
cropping away at the rich green growth which sprang up among the stones.
Then, as far as he could see, West made out nothing but the beauty of
the spot upon which they had stumbled in the darkness of the night.  He
rose to his knees stiffly enough, and was in the act of getting upon his
feet, realising that the beautiful greenery formed a riband on either
side of the river, beyond which was the open veldt, when he dropped down
again to reach out and grasp Ingleborough's shoulder, for in his rapid
glance he had caught sight of a party of mounted men out in the full
sunshine about half-a-mile away.  They were walking their horses, and it
seemed for certain to be the whole or a portion of the enemy of the
previous day, for he recalled, what had not struck him at the time, that
one of the Boers was mounted upon a grey horse, and one of the others he
could see from where he watched was similarly mounted.

"Plenty of grey horses about, of course!" he muttered; "but this seems
to be the one I saw yesterday."

"What's the matter?" said Ingleborough.

"Hist!  Keep quiet!" replied West.  "The Boers are upon us!  Look!"

Ingleborough rose cautiously, took a long earnest look through his
glass, and put it back.

"Yes, there they are," he said coolly; "there's that chap again on the
white pony.  Good job we didn't try to ford the river in the darkness.
Why, we should have been swept away."

West glanced for a moment in the direction of the stream, and grasped
the truth of his companion's words, before scanning their position and
taking it in at once.

"We can't get over yonder," he said quickly.

"No," replied Ingleborough.  "That cuts two ways.  Neither can they
attack us from that quarter; so our rear is safe."

"We shall not be able to escape north," continued West.

"No; we are shut in there."

"Nor yet south, for they would pick us off easily before we could get
through the rough ground to gallop away."

"Quite right, lad; and they are advancing on our front.  Noll, my boy,
there is only one thing to be done."

"What is that?"

"Turn that patch of rocks there into our fort, and hold out till they've
shot us down, or we've shot them, or they've made us surrender."

"What about provisions?"

"Plenty of water," said Ingleborough coolly, nodding towards the river.

"We're nearly famished now."

"Yes, lad!  I certainly feel as if I could peck a bit of something if I
had the chance.  But come, there's no time for talking.  There's a
ready-made fort for us, and the next thing is to get the ponies into
cover.  I say, I was right!  I knew that the enemy would stick doggedly
to our trail till they ran us down."

"Look here!" cried West: "I'm going to crawl to those rocks and try and
cover you while you follow with the ponies."

"No need," replied Ingleborough; "the poor things have eaten till they
can eat no more, and they'll follow us right enough.  Let's try and get
under cover before we are seen."

West hesitated for a moment, for the thought arose that the Boer party
might ride away and try to find a ford, but a glance showed him that in
the brief period which had passed since he awoke and saw them the enemy
were much nearer, and, following his companion's example, he began to
crawl on all-fours towards the clump of rocks pointed out, the horses
quietly following them.

They had about fifty yards to go through a cover of bushes and lumps of
rugged stone, but before they were half-way there West cried
impatiently: "I don't like it; the Boers must see the horses directly.
Let's mount and make a dash for it."

"Very well!" replied Ingleborough quietly.  "Perhaps it would be best!"

"Then as soon as you are up we must ride towards them till we are clear
of these bushes, and then off we go to the right."

"Good; but it must be sharp work, for of course they will see us the
moment we are up!" answered Ingleborough.

"We must risk it, Ingle," said West.  "We never could keep them at bay.
Let's have action: it would be horrible to be lying behind a rock with
the sun beating down upon us.  Now then, get hold of your rein!"

There was a few moments' pause while the pair crept alongside of their
ponies.  Then West drew a deep breath and cried: "Mount!"

As he uttered the word he glanced over his pony's back at the advancing
enemy, and saw that they had caught sight of the two animals, halted,
and were in the act of taking aim at them.  But neither West nor
Ingleborough paused, raising a foot to the stirrup and being in the act
of springing up, when the reports of about a dozen rifles rang out, and
West's rein was jerked out of his hand as he was thrown upon his back,
while his pony made a series of tremendous bounds, the last of which
took it into the river with a plunge of about a dozen feet right into a
deep pool.  The water splashed on high, glittering in the sunshine, and
the next minute the unfortunate beast was floating slowly away towards
the swift current, just feebly pawing at the water, and on raising its
head it fell again with a heavy splash.

"They can shoot well!" said Ingleborough coolly.

West turned his gaze from the dying pony, irritated beyond measure by
his companion's easy-going coolness, and then saw the full extent of
their trouble, for Ingleborough's pony had sunk upon its knees and then
lain gently over upon its side, to die instantly without a struggle, one
of the Boers' bullets having passed right through its brain.

"Might have been worse!" continued Ingleborough.  "They did not hit us!
Come along, lad!  They can't see us now.  Follow me, and let's creep to
the fort.  Keep down, lad; keep down."

West had involuntarily dropped on all-fours as Ingleborough spoke, and
none too soon, for another dozen bullets came rattling over them,
cutting the twigs and spattering amongst the rocks, while several passed
close to them with a buzzing sound.

"There!" cried Ingleborough the next minute.  "No question now about
what we're going to do.  Here's our fort; there's plenty of water; and
the Boers have shot our provisions ready for us.  We must cut some of
the meat up for biltong, and eat as much as we can while the rest of it
is fresh."

"For heaven's sake don't talk of eating!" cried West.  "Look here: let's
creep along through the cover and try and get away."

"On foot, followed by mounted men?  No good; we should be pumped out in
less than a couple of hours!"

"Then let's make the brutes pay dearly for what they've done!" cried
West angrily.  "Now Ingle, let's prove to them that we can use our
rifles too!  I'm going to shoot every horse I can."

"Very well: so am I; and if that does not beat them off I'm going to
bring down man after man till the rest of them run for their lives.  Got
a good place?"

"Yes," said West, whose rifle-barrel rested in a crack between two

"Then fire away; but don't waste a shot!"

"Trust me!" cried West grimly.  "Now then, fire; and remember the

He took careful aim as he spoke, and drew trigger, with the result that
one of the Boer ponies stopped short, spun round, flung its rider, and
galloped madly away.

The next moment Ingleborough's rifle cracked, and a second pony began to
walk on three legs, while the party opened out, galloping so as to form
a half-circle about their enemies, the two ends resting on the river
bank and forming a radius of about three hundred yards.

"Sixteen more ponies to bring down," said Ingleborough; "and those two
dismounted men will take cover and begin to stalk us."

"That's what the whole party will do!" said West bitterly.  "We shall
hit no more ponies: they'll get them all into cover, and then come
creeping nearer and nearer."

At that moment Ingleborough fired again right in front where one of the
Boers dismounted among some trees.

"There's one more though," said Ingleborough, for the poor brute he had
fired at reared up and then fell, to lie kicking on its flank.  "Try for
another yourself, lad!"

Before he had finished speaking West had fired again, and another pony
was hit, to come tearing towards them, dragging its dismounted rider
after it, for the man clung to the reins till he was jerked off his feet
and drawn along the ground some fifty yards, when his head came in
contact with a stone, and he lay insensible, his pony galloping for
another hundred yards and then falling, paralysed in its hindquarters.

And now the Boers' bullets began to rattle about the stones which
protected the hidden pair, keeping them lying close and only able to
fire now and then; but they got chances which they did not miss of
bringing down, killing, or disabling five more of the enemy's ponies,
which upon being left alone began to graze, and naturally exposed

Maddened by their losses and inability to see their foes, the Boers kept
reducing the distance, creeping from stone to bush and from bush to
stone, rendering the defenders' position minute by minute one of greater

But the danger did not trouble West.  It only increased the excitement
from which he suffered, and, with his eyes flashing in his eagerness, he
kept on showing the Boers where he lay by firing at every opportunity,
religiously keeping his aim for the ponies, in the full belief that
before long the Boers would retire.

"It's no good to play that game!" cried Ingleborough suddenly, and he
made a quick movement, turning a little to his right and firing.

There was a hoarse yell, and a man sprang up not above a hundred yards
away, dropped his rifle, and turning round he began to stagger away.

"You are firing at the Boers, Ingle," cried West excitedly.

"Yes: it was time!" growled Ingleborough, through his teeth, with his
voice sounding hoarse and strange.  "I've hit three.  Two haven't

"What's the matter?" asked West, in a tone of anxiety, for he felt that
something serious had happened to his comrade.

"Don't talk," growled Ingleborough angrily.  "Look!  Those two.  Fire!"

Two of the Boers away to West's left front had suddenly sprung up, and
bending low were running towards him, evidently making for a patch of
bush, out of which a mass of grey stone peered, not a hundred yards from
the young men's shelter.  Feeling now that it was life for life, West
glanced along the barrel of his rifle, waiting till the Boers had nearly
reached their goal, and then, just as the second dashed close behind his
leader, West drew trigger, shivering the next moment, for as the smoke
rose he saw one of the men lying upon his face and the other crawling
back on all-fours.

"Good shot!" said Ingleborough hoarsely, and then he uttered a deep

"Ingle, old fellow, what is it?" cried West.

The only answer he obtained was from his comrade's piece, for the latter
fired again, and another Boer sprang into sight not a hundred yards
away, fell upon his knees, and then rolled over.

"Ingle, old fellow," cried West; "don't say you're hurt!"

"Oh!" groaned Ingleborough.  "Wasn't going to, old man; but that last
brute got me."

"Hurt much?"

"Much?  It's like red-hot iron through me.  Oh, if I only had some

"Water?" cried West, springing up.  "Yes; I'll get some."

_Crack, crack, crack_!  Half-a-dozen rifles rang out in different
directions, and in an instant West suffered for his thoughtless
unselfish act, for he felt as if someone had struck him a cruel blow
with a sjambok across the face from the front, while someone else had
driven the butt of his rifle with all his force full upon his
shoulder-blade--this blow from the back driving him forward upon his
knees and then causing him to fall across Ingleborough.  Then for a few
moments everything seemed as a blank.

"Hurt much?" came the next minute, as if from a distance.

"Hurt?  No!" said West huskily, and he made an effort and rose to his
knees.  Then, stung to rage by an agonising pain which stiffened him
into action, he levelled his rifle once more, took a quick aim at a
couple of the Boers who were running towards them in a stooping
position, fired, and distinctly saw one of the two drop to the ground.

The next moment someone fired over his shoulder, and the other went
down, just as West's rifle dropped from his hand and he fell over
sideways, yielding to a horribly sickening sensation, followed by a
half-dreamy fancy that someone had felt for and got hold of his hand, to
grip it in a way that was at first terribly painful--a pang seeming to
run up from hand to shoulder.  The pain appeared to grow worse and
worse, then deadened, and came again, and so on, like spasms of agony,
while all the time the firing went on from all around.

"Poor old Ingle!" was about his last clear thought; "they've killed him,
and now they're firing till they've quite frightened me!  Oh, how they
keep on shooting!  Get it over, you cowardly brutes--nearly a score of
you against two!  Oh!" he groaned then: "if I could only have delivered
my despatch!"

His left hand was raised painfully to his breast to feel whether the
paper was still safe; but the pain of the effort was sickening, and his
hand glided over something wet and warm and sticky.

"Poor old Ingle!  Blood!" flashed through his brain, as the rifle
reports rang out from very close now, and then all was blank.

The end of everything seemed to have come.



"Bad enough, poor fellow; but I think I can pull them both round.
Nothing vital, you see, touched, and these Mauser bullets make
wonderfully clean wounds!"

"And the other?"

"Bad flesh-wounds--great loss of blood.  I just got at that artery in

West heard these words spoken by someone whose head kept getting in his
way as he lay staring up at the great bright stars directly overhead,
and it seemed very tiresome.

He tried to speak and ask whoever it was to move aside; but his tongue
would not stir, and he lay perfectly still, trying to think what it all
meant, and in a dull far-off sort of way it gradually dawned upon him
that the people near him were talking about the Boers he had somehow or
another and for some reason shot down.

Then, as he thought, the calm feeling he was enjoying grew troubled, and
he began to recall the fact that he had been shooting somebody's ponies
to supply somebody else with food, and that he must have been mad, for
he felt convinced that they would not be nice eating, as he had heard
that the fat was oily and the flesh tasted sweet.  Besides which, it
would be horrible to have to eat horseflesh at a time when his throat
was dry with an agonising thirst.  Then the terrible thought forced
itself upon him that while shooting down ponies he had missed them and
killed men instead, and once more all was blank.

The next time the power of thinking came to the poor fellow all was very
dark, and a jarring pain kept running through him, caused by the motion
of his hard bed, which had somehow grown wheels and was being dragged

Cattle were lowing and sheep bleating.  There were shouts, too, such as
he knew were uttered by Kaffir drivers, and there were the crackings of
their great whips.

After a while he made out the trampling of horses and heard men talking,
while in an eager confused way he listened for what they would say about
those two wounded Boers, one of whom had nearly bled to death before
that artery was stopped.  These, he felt, must be the Boers he shot when
he ought to have shot ponies.

And as he got to that point the trouble of thinking worried his brain so
that he could think no more, and again all was blank.

At last came a morning when West woke up in a great room which seemed to
be familiar.  There were nurses moving about in their clean
white-bordered dresses, and he knew that he was in some place fitted up
as a hospital.  Several of the occupants of the beds wore bandages
suggestive of bad wounds, and to help his thoughts there came from time
to time the dull heavy reports of cannon.

He did not recollect all that had preceded his coming yet; but he
grasped the fact that he had been wounded and was now in hospital.

He lay for a few minutes with his brain growing clearer and clearer, and
at last, seeing one of the nurses looking in his direction, he tried to
raise one hand, but could not.  The other proved more manageable, and in
obedience to a sign the nurse came, laid a hand upon his forehead, and
smiled down in his face.

"Your head's cooler!" she said.  "You're better?"

"Yes," he replied: "have I been very bad?"

"Terribly!  We thought once that you would not recover."

"And Ingleborough?"

"Ingleborough?  Oh, you mean your companion who was brought in with

West nodded: he could not speak.

"Well, I think he will get better now!"

"But his wound: is it so bad?"

"He nearly bled to death; but you must not talk much yet."

"Only a little!" said West eagerly.  "Pray tell me, he will get better?"

"Oh yes: there's no doubt about it, I believe."

"Oh, thank goodness!" cried West fervently.  "But what place is this?"

"This?  Why, Kimberley, of course!"

"Ah!" cried West excitedly, and his hand went to his breast.  "My

"Your jacket?" said the nurse.  "Oh, that was all cut and torn, and
soaked with blood.  I think it has been burnt."

"What!" cried West.  "Oh, don't say that!"

"Hush, hush!  What is this?" said a deep, stern voice.  "Patient
delirious, nurse?"

A quiet, grave-looking face was bent over West's pillow, and the poor
fellow jumped at the idea that this must be the surgeon.

"No, sir; no, sir!" he whispered excitedly, catching at the new-comer's
arm.  "I am better: it is only that I am in trouble about my clothes."

"Clothes, eh?" said the doctor, smiling.  "Oh, you will not want clothes
for two or three weeks yet."

"Not to dress, sir," whispered West excitedly; "but I must have my
jacket.  It is important!"

"Why?" said the surgeon, laying his hand upon the young man's brow

"I was bringing on a despatch from Mafeking when I was shot down, sir,"
whispered West excitedly.

"It was sewn up for safety in the breast."

"Indeed?" said the doctor, laying his fingers on the lad's pulse and
looking keenly in his eyes.

"Yes, sir, indeed!" said West eagerly.  "I know what I am saying, sir."

"Yes, you are cool now; but I'm afraid the jacket will have been burned
with other garments of the kind.  Of course, the contents of the pockets
will have been preserved."

"Oh, they are nothing, sir," cried West piteously.  "It is a letter sewn
up in the breast that I want.  It is so important!"

"Well, I'll see!" said the doctor gravely, and, signing to the nurse who
had been in attendance, he left the ward, with West in a state of
feverish anxiety.

At last, to West's intense satisfaction, the horribly blood-stained
garment was brought in, and his hand went out trembling to catch it by
the breast, fully expecting to find the missive gone.

"Yes," he cried wildly, "it is here!"

"Hah!" cried the doctor, and, taking out his knife, he prepared to slit
it up, but West checked him.

"No," he panted: "the Commandant.  Send for him here!"

"My good lad, he is so busy, he would not come!  Let me cut out the
message and send it to him."

"No," said West firmly; "I will not part from it till he comes."

"But really--"

"Tell him a wounded messenger from Mafeking has a letter for him, and he
will come."

West was right: the magic word Mafeking brought the Commandant to his
bedside; and as soon as he came up he stopped short and made what little
blood poor West had left flush to his face, for he cried:

"Hullo!  Why, it is our illicit-diamond-dealer!  I thought we were never
to see you again!"

"It is not true!" cried West.  "The man who denounced me lied!"

"Then you have been to Mafeking?"

"Yes, sir: Mr Ingleborough and I."

"And brought back a despatch?"

"Yes, sir: here it is!"

"Where?" said the Commandant, glancing down at the stained tunic on the

"Open it now, sir," said West to the doctor, who took out his knife
again, slit the cloth, and drew out the big letter, terribly soaked with
its bearer's blood.

"Bravo!  Brave messenger!" cried the Commandant, grasping West's hand
before tearing open the packet and finding enough of the despatch
unstained to allow him to decipher the principal part of the text.
"Hah!" he cried, when he had finished, "on the whole good news; but," he
continued, glancing at the date, "you have been a long time coming."

"Have I, sir?  We lost no time!"

"The poor fellow has been lying here for a fortnight, sir," said the

"A fortnight ago?  Why, that was the day when the reconnoitring party
returned with the captured sheep and cattle.  Yes, I remember now: they
had a brush with the Boers up the river.  Of course, yes: they were
attracted by the firing, and saved two young Englishmen.  You are one of

"Yes, sir."

"Well done, then!  Our raiding party did good work, though they did have
a desperate fight afterwards to get through the Boer lines.  Getting

"Yes, sir," said West, with a sigh of relief: "now that I have got my
despatch safely into your hands!"

"But what about your bad character?"

"It was a false accusation, sir!" cried West indignantly.  "The man who
denounced me was the criminal himself."

"Well, you have done your duty so truly that I believe you in preference
to him."

"But I shall be able to fully clear myself, sir, soon, for this man is a
prisoner now with the cavalry brigade.  Has that come into the town yet,
sir, with the prisoners, guns, and the convoy they captured?"

"Hah!" cried the Commandant: "this is news indeed!  Has the brigade
captured all you say?"

"Yes, sir," said West, and he told all that had taken place up to the
time of he and Ingleborough being cut off and chased by the Boers.

"We knew nothing of this!" said the Commandant.  "We are prisoners
ourselves; but your news gives us hope of a speedy release, for the
General is not one to let the grass grow under his feet."

"He is not, sir!" said West.  "Then you shall bring me and the man who
accused me face to face."

"The sooner the better, my lad!" said the Commandant warmly.  "How soon
will he be up, doctor?"

"Within a fortnight, I hope, sir!" was the reply.

"Then goodbye for the present, my lad!" said the Commandant.  "Your
long-delayed despatch will send a thrill of hope through all here in
Kimberley, for it breathes nothing but determination to hold the Boers
at bay."

"May I say one word more, sir?" said West excitedly.

"What do you think, doctor?"

"He has said enough, sir, and if he talks much more we shall have the
fever back.  Well, perhaps he'll fret if he does not get something off
his mind."

"What is it, then?" said the Commandant.

"I had a brave comrade to ride with the despatch, sir."

"To be sure, yes, I remember.  What about him?  Not killed, I hope?"

"No, sir, but badly wounded, and lying somewhere here."

"Poor fellow!  I must see him.  There must be promotion for you both."

"If you would see him, sir, and speak to him as you have spoken to me,"
said West, with the weak tears rising to his eyes.

"Of course, yes!  There, shake hands, my lad: you have done splendidly!
Don't worry about the diamond charge!  I can feel that it was a
contemptible lie!  Now, doctor, take me to your other patient."

"Ha!" sighed West, nestling back on his pillow with a calm look of
content in his eyes, which closed directly after for a sleep that lasted
ten hours at the least.



"Don't worry about the diamond charge!" said the Commandant; but Oliver
West did, day after day, though he got better fast and was soon able to
go and sit with Ingleborough, who slowly recovered, as a man does who
has had nearly all the life-blood drained from his body.  West worried,
and Ingle borough did too; for those were anxious days, those in
Kimberley, which brought strong men low, even near to despair, while the
wounded, weak, and sick were often ready to think that relief would
never come.

West and Ingleborough recovered from their wounds only gradually, to
suffer with the rest, returning to duty when really unfit, while the
deadly work went on, the men braving the shell and shot with more spirit
when they knew that the women and children were safe within the mines.

Then came the day of relief, and with it the feeling that a long night
of misery and despair had ended; and that night West and Ingleborough
grasped hands, the former's pale sallow face lighting up with something
of his old look, as he exclaimed: "Now, if the General would only march
in with his prisoners, and bring Anson before us face to face!"

Everything, the proverb says, comes to the man who waits, and certainly
it was so here, for the day did come when the General rode in at the
head of his dashing cavalry brigade, and, what was more, with the
prisoners, and with them Anson, very much reduced in weight.

There was something more than mere eagerness to be freed from an
accusation which led the two young men down to the General's camp next
morning to wait until they could see him in their turn.

On their way they sought out the sergeant who had had Anson under his
charge, and he grinned at them in recognition.

"You were about right, gentlemen," he said, "about that prisoner."

"What about him?" said West eagerly.

"About his being an Englishman.  I've seen a lot of him along with the
other prisoners, and he's as English as can be.  Piet Retif!  Why, he's
got James Anson written on the tails of his shirts--that is, what he's
got left."

"But look here, sergeant," said Ingleborough anxiously: "what about his

"Oh, that's all right, sir!  Loaded up."

"Has he had the run of it?"

"Not he, sir.  He wanted to, but I only let him get some under-toggery,
shirts and such.  I couldn't refuse him that!"

"Did he go alone?"

"Yes, sir."


"Well, not quite, sir, because I was with him."

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough, in a tone full of relief.

"I've stuck to him, by the General's orders, ever since.  Like a leech,
sir," said the sergeant, in conclusion--"like a leech."

The cavalry General welcomed the young men warmly, and, as it happened,
the same four officers were with him, ready to join in the greeting.

"I never expected to see you two fellows again," said one of them,
laughing.  "I was out with my men when you were cut off.  Why, you must
have had a very narrow escape!"

"Of course," said the General, laughing; "but that has been the fashion:
we have all had narrow escapes.  Well, you got safely in with your

"We got in with our despatch, sir!" said West rather grimly, "but not
safely;" and he briefly told their adventures.

"Bravo!  Well done!" was chorussed.

"Why, you two will have to join the regulars!" said the General.  "We
can't have men like you for volunteers!  Think it over, and, if you
decide to join, come to me, and I'll see what I can do!  Now then, don't
want to be rude; but I have no time for ordinary visitors.  You sent
word in that you wanted to see me on important business.  What is it?"

"You speak," said Ingleborough, and West began.

"We want to know about the prisoner taken that day, sir--the man who
said he was a Boer."

"I remember," cried the General.  "I have him safe."

"When is he to be tried, sir?"

"Can't say; he will be handed over to the authorities who see to such
things now.  You said he was a renegade who had joined the Boers."

"Yes, sir, after being charged with illicit-diamond-dealing with the
Kaffirs working at the great Kimberley mines; and we want you to give
orders for the wagon he had with him to be searched."

"His wagon searched?" cried the General.  "How am I to know which wagon
he had?"

"The sergeant knows where it is, sir," replied West; "and we could
recognise it directly."

"But why do you want it searched--what for?"

"For diamonds, sir, that he brought away from Kimberley, and which you
have brought back."

"H'm!  Diamonds, eh?  This sounds interesting!" said the General.  "You
think he has some there?"

"We both believe he has, sir, and of great value."

"What do you say, gentlemen?"

"Oh, let's have the search made by all means!" cried one of the
officers, laughing.  "It may mean salvage and loot, and all sorts of
good things!"

"Very well!  Take the matter up, and I'll see the search made!  Let the
prisoner be present, of course.  I'll be ready in half-an-hour."

Punctually to the minute the General was ready, and he walked down
through the temporary camp to where the wagon stood among scores of
others, while the sergeant and four men stood by with Anson, who looked
shifty and uncomfortable, wincing suddenly as he caught sight of West
and Ingleborough, and then gazing sharply about at the mounted Lancers
on duty as patrols, for the prisoners were many, and there had been
several attempts at escape.

The General looked at him sharply, and then at the wagon.

"Is that your wagon, prisoner?"

"It was till you took it!" replied the young man surlily.

"What do you say, sergeant?"

"Yes, sir," answered the sergeant, with military brevity.  "I marked it
with my knife the day that it was taken."

As he spoke he laid a finger upon a couple of notches he had made in the

"Now then," said the General, "before I have the wagon examined--"

Anson's eyes twitched.

"Repeat the charge you made against this man!" continued the General.

Ingleborough now firmly repeated almost word for word what he had before
said, and charged Anson with being an illicit-diamond-dealer.

"And upon what do you base this charge?" said the General sternly.

"The personal knowledge of myself and friend here," replied

"All lies, General," cried Anson excitedly.  "Those two are charging me
with what they did themselves.  They were illicit-diamond-dealers, and
when they were found out they tried to plant the crime on me.  All

"Crime?  Yes," said the General thoughtfully.  "Yes; I suppose it is one
of the greatest crimes that a man can commit in Kimberley.  All lies,
eh!  Well, sir, not all, for it is evident from your speech that you are
an Englishman and not a Boer.  I judge too that you were in the
company's office at Kimberley."

"Oh yes, General," said Anson; "that is true, and through the plotting
of these two men I was turned out of my situation."

"And then deserted to the Boers?"

"No, General.  I was obliged to do something for a living, so I bought a
wagon to go in for trade; but I was captured by the Boers and they have
kept me a prisoner ever since.  Then you fought the Boers and beat them,
and took me prisoner again.  That's why I'm here."

"An Englishman--prisoner to your own countrymen?  Why did you not
declare what you were?  What did he say his name was, sergeant?"

"Said he was a Boer and his name was Piet Retif, sir," said the
sergeant, with a look of disgust at Anson's fat face.

"Yes; that looks black against him!" said the General.  "He is taken
with the Boers, while those who charge him are men of trust, being
chosen to bear despatches."

"Because they were not found out, sir!" cried Anson.  "There never was a
worse pair of cheats and tricksters."

"Perhaps not!" said the General.  "So you were a prisoner with the
Boers, my man?"

"Yes, General, and very glad to see the British troops come up and gain
such a success."

"You said that you was a dealer in mealies and corn," growled the

"Well, a man must do something for his living."

"Of course," said the General.  "Well, you look simple and innocent

"I am, sir, really!" cried Anson.

"And never engaged in illicit-diamond-dealing?"

"Me, sir?  Never," cried Anson virtuously.  "I was only charged by those
two to save themselves!  Then they got on, and I was trampled down."

"And joined the Boers out of revenge, eh?"

"No, sir: it was all fate and accident."

"Well, fate is very unkind to us sometimes, my man," said the General.
"That is your wagon and span of oxen, you say?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, you have prospered by your change.  What did you say you traded

"Provender, sir--mealies and corn."

"And you?" cried the General, turning sharply to West.  "What do you
think he deals in?"

"I believe he deals in diamonds, sir," replied West.

"Why?" said the General.

"For one reason, sir, because my friend, in whom I have perfect faith,
caught him in the act."

"Yes: anything more?"

"I know him to be a cowardly liar, sir, and--"

"Oh!" groaned Anson.  "I never heard anything like it."

"Go on," said the General.

"Lastly, sir, because he set it about that I had volunteered to carry a
despatch to Mafeking so as to get away with the diamonds I had

"And did you?" said the General.

"I got away to Mafeking with the despatch!" said West, smiling.

"And where are the diamonds in question?"

"My friend and I believe that they are in James Anson's wagon," said
West bitterly, for he felt bitter then against the traitor, whose
proceedings he recalled when they were prisoners.  Later on he felt a
little sorry for his words.

"Oh!" cried Anson, throwing up his hands and looking appealingly at the
General, who fixed him with his eyes.

"Well," he said; "what have you to say to this?"

"It's abominable, sir--it's atrocious--it's cruel!"

"Then you have no smuggled diamonds with you?"

"No, sir," cried Anson excitedly.  "They charged me once before, and had
my wagon searched by the police."

"And did the police find any?"

"No, sir, not one!  It was a blind, sir, so that they might carry off
theirs by throwing the police off the scent.  I'll be bound to say they
have a lot with them now!"

"Well, I doubt that!" said the General, smiling.  "Where would they
carry them?"

"Oh, sir, you don't know what artful tricks are played!" said Anson

"Oh, I've heard of a few since I came to South Africa; but I don't think
it likely that a couple of despatch-riders would carry many
illicit-diamonds with them!"

"Have the butts of their revolvers examined, sir, and the stuffing of
their saddles," cried Anson.  "I have heard of the butts of rifles being
bored to hold a lot."

"So have I!" said the General; "but I fancy a wagon would be more likely
to supply hiding-places!"

"Oh yes, sir, but the police inspector searched my wagon, and did not
find any."

"You would have no objection, of course, being perfectly innocent," said
the General, "to some of my men searching your wagon?"

"Of course, I shouldn't like it, sir, but--"

"But?  Ah, you mean conquest gives me the right of search?"

"It's like casting a slur on a man's character, sir."

"But it makes it shine out the brighter when you are proved to be
innocent!  Here, sergeant, this case begins to be interesting!  Search
our friend's wagon."

Anson tried to master a wince, and merely shrugged his shoulders,
standing with his hands in his pockets while the sergeant and his men
commenced their task, examining every part of the wagon while the
officers waited patiently, lighting up and smoking their cigars until
the sergeant came back to make his report.

"Well, what have you found?"

"Nothing but these, sir," replied the sergeant stiffly.  "Tucked away
behind the doubled tilt they were, sir," and the man held out a
revolver, Anson's sword-stick, and his little mahogany flute-case.

"Humph!  No diamonds, sergeant?"

"Not so much as a pin or ring, sir," replied the man.

"Are these yours, Mr Piet Retif?" said the General.

"The walking-stick and the flute-case are mine," said Anson coolly.
"The pistol must be the driver's.  I had a rifle; but your men took that

"Nothing else?" said the General.

"Nothing else, sir.  We looked everywhere," replied the sergeant, and he
offered his superior the objects he had brought; but the General
shrugged his shoulders and looked at his officers, who each examined the
revolver, stick, and flute-case, and passed them back to the sergeant.

"Well, gentlemen," said the General, turning to West and Ingleborough:
"you hear.  What have you to say now?"

"The prisoner owned to these things being his!" said Ingleborough.

"No, I didn't!" said Anson sharply.  "Revolver isn't mine."

"Only lent to you, perhaps," said Ingleborough, taking the weapon from
the sergeant's hands and cocking it, making Anson wince.

"I'm not going to fire," said Ingleborough, smiling contemptuously, as
he held the pistol in both hands with his thumb-nails together on the
top of the butt.  Then, pressing the cock sidewise, the butt opened from
end to end upon a concealed hinge, showing that it was perfectly
hollowed out and that half-a-dozen large diamonds lay within, closely
packed in cotton wool.

Anson turned clay-coloured.

"'Tisn't mine!" he cried.  "I know nothing about it!"

"Well, never mind," said the General; "it is ours now.  An interesting
bit of loot, gentlemen!"

There was a murmur of voices at this, and as soon as the pistol had been
handed round the butt was closed with a sharp snap, and the General
turned to Ingleborough again.

"Well, sir," he said: "is that all?"

"I am not sure," replied Ingleborough; "but I am suspicious about that

"You think it is hollowed out?"

"Yes, sir," said Ingleborough, and, taking it in his hands, he drew it
apart, dragging into the light from its sheath a handsome Damascened
three-edged blade, which he held against the cane, proving that the
blade went right down to the ferrule at the end.

"What about the handle?" said one of the officers eagerly, as
Ingleborough thrust back the blade into its cane sheath.

"That is what I suspect!" said Ingleborough, and he carefully examined
the silver-gilt tip, but twisted and turned it in vain, for there seemed
to be no way of opening it, till all at once he tried to twist the
sheath portion beneath the double ring which divided hilt from sheath,
when the handle turned for about half-an-inch and was then drawn off,
disclosing a hollow shell lining which held another deposit of diamonds
packed in cotton wool.

"More loot, gentlemen!" said the General, smiling.  "What comes next?"

"The flute," cried two voices together, and Ingleborough opened the
case, showing the three joints fitting tightly in the velvet-lined

"A silent musical instrument!" said the General, smiling.

"Can anyone play the overture to the Crown Diamonds?" said one of the
_aides-de-camp_ merrily.

"This is the overture!" said another, and Ingleborough took out two
joints in turn, perfectly empty, fitted them together, and then took out
the top joint, to put that in its proper position, before raising the
instrument to his lips and running up and down the gamut.

"Nothing there," said the General.

But Ingleborough lowered the flute, held it in both hands, and drew it
apart at the tuning-slide, held it sidewise, and then unscrewed the top
plug, showing an opening, out of which he shook a magnificent gem of
great size and perfect make.

"Bravo!" cried the General excitedly.  And then: "I'm afraid, Mr Dealer
in mealies and corn, the judgment will go dead against you.  Have you
done?" he continued, turning to Ingleborough.

"Not quite, sir!" replied the latter.  "Come, West, don't let me get all
the credit for unmasking the scoundrel."

"Look here," cried Anson viciously, "I protest against being called a
scoundrel!  Those are my private savings, invested in what were bought

"I think, sir, you had better keep your tongue silent until we have
quite done!" said the General.

Then, turning to the two young men, he bade them go on.

"Come, West," said Ingleborough, "you suspect where our friend who is no
scoundrel has hidden more diamonds, do you not?"

"Well, yes," said West, rather unwillingly, for the whole business
disgusted him.

"Speak out, then!  I am sure it is in the same place as I think he has
more plunder; but you shall have your turn now."

"No, no; go on," said West warmly.

"If you suspect that there is some place unsearched," said the General
sternly, "speak out, sir."

"Then I believe, sir," said West, "that if the water-cask that is slung
under the wagon is opened you will find a number of diamonds hidden

There was a burst of excitement at this, everyone present speaking save
the sergeant, who did a bit of pantomime which meant: "Of course!" for
he bent down and gave his leg a sounding slap.

"Yes," said Ingleborough; "that is where I meant."

"Why, I thought o' that once," cried the sergeant, "and then I says to
myself: `That's too stoopid a place; no one would hide diamonds where
they're sure to be found'; but I crept underneath on my hands and knees
and gave it a swing so as to make the water wash about inside.  That
satisfied me, and I came away."

"You have hit the mark, Mr West," said the General, smiling.  "There is
no doubt about it!  Look at the prisoner's face!"

Anson tried hard to pull it back into its normal shape, for he had been
gazing at West with a malignant look that meant anything from a
rifle-shot to a stab with a bayonet.

"Now, sergeant, see if you can do better this time!" cried the General,
as Anson's mouth shut with a click.

Then he stood fast with his brow wrinkled and his hands clenched,
waiting expectantly with the rest of those present until the cask was
set free from the raw-hide reins by which it was slung under the hind
part of the wagon, and then rolled out, giving forth the regular hollow
sound of a barrel half-full of liquid.

"Only sounds like water!" muttered the sergeant, and he set it running,
to soak into the dry ground, and draining out as much as he could,
before giving an order to the nearest man to take hold of one end while
he raised the other, both men looking stern and severe in the extreme.
Then together they gave the cask a lusty shake, and the sound which
followed was that of some shovels full of pebbles rattling in the

The next minute they had set the cask down on end with a grin of
delight, which was taken up by their fellows, while a satisfied smile
dawned upon the faces of the _aides-de-camp_.

"Here, stop that fellow!" shouted one of the officers, for, in spite of
his heaviness, Anson proved that he could be active enough upon
occasion, and this was one; for, seizing his opportunity, he dived under
the wagon, and by the time the soldiers had run round to the other side
he was off, dodging in and out among the wagons in the mad idea that he
could escape; but before he had gone a hundred yards he came out
suddenly upon a mounted man, and the next instant he went sprawling over
a lance-shaft, and the steel-shod butt end was planted upon his back to
keep him from rising.

"Pity you should have taken all that trouble!" said the sergeant, as he
came panting up, followed by his men, "because we might want you to tell
us all a bit about the value of them stones!  Now then, up with you.
Let him get up, Lancer!  And see here, my lad, if you cut and run
again--being a prisoner caught in the act of trying to escape--my men
have orders to fire, and you're so broad and fat that they are sure to
bring you down first shot."

Anson glared at the men's rifles and fixed bayonets, but he said
nothing, marching back between the men to the spot where he had left the
General and his old fellow-clerks; but the barrel had been carried to a
place of safety, and those who had witnessed his discomfiture had gone.

Half-an-hour later he had been marched out of the camp, and was under
lock and key in the military prison, a sentry being posted at the door.



The adventures of Oliver West and his friend Ingleborough were pretty
well at an end; and it was time, for between wounds and exposure they
had been brought to a state which necessitated plenty of rest and
comforts to enable them to quite recover themselves.  Of feasting,
praising, and complimenting they had their fill--more than enough, West
said, for he declared that the hues of returning health which were
coming into his cheeks were only blushes caused by the way in which
people talked about his bravery, dash, "and all that stuff."

Ingleborough took it all more contentedly.

"I don't mind their praising us!" he said.  "Frankly, I rather like it;
and, without bragging, I think we did earn it all!"

"Well, we did run some risks!" said West; "and of course it's much nicer
for our friends to know that we escaped and are alive and well."

"And a jolly deal nicer for us too.  But what do you say to joining the
army?  After what the General said I think we might both get

"Perhaps," said West; "but it's doubtful now that everything is settling
down.  I feel disposed to invest my share of the loot and to stop on
with the company after the splendid offer they have made me.  Hadn't you
better do the same?"

"I'm nearly half disposed to, Noll," replied Ingleborough; "but more
than half inclined to go into the police altogether.  I've had an
invitation, and I think the life would suit me better than settling down
to a desk.  Yes, this settles it!  I shall go on to Norton and say

"Well, I'm sorry," said West; "but at the same time I'm glad, for you'll
make a splendid officer!"

"Here, hold hard!  I don't want to hear you begin puffing me.  By the
way, you heard the news about Fatty Anson?"

"No, not a word!" cried West excitedly.


"Nonsense!  What a shame!"

"It's a fact, my lad!  He has just received his commission in Mrs
Partington's Brigade."

"What!" cried West.  "Oh, this is some bit of chaff!"

"Oh no!" said Ingleborough, laughing.  "It's a fact.  The regiment
employed by the old lady to help her keep out the Atlantic with a mop."

"Bah!  You mean that he has been sentenced with other convicts to help
to build the Cape breakwater?"

"Good boy!  Quite right!  For five years!" replied Ingleborough.

"Well," said West thoughtfully, "I suppose he deserves it, and I hope he
will become a better fellow when he has served his time."

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