'I see,' said Henriques. 'What about the purification you
mentioned?'
I had missed this before and listened earnestly.
'The vows we take in the holy place bind us till we are
purged of them at Inanda's Kraal. Till then no blood must be
shed and no flesh eaten. It was the fashion of our forefathers.'
'Well, I think you've taken on a pretty risky job,' Henriques
said. 'You propose to travel a hundred miles,
binding yourself
not to strike a blow. It is simply putting yourself at the mercy
of any police patrol.'
'There will be no patrol,' Laputa replied. 'Our march will
be as secret and as swift as death. I have made my
preparations.'
'But suppose you met with opposition,' the Portugoose
persisted, 'would the rule hold?'
'If any try to stop us, we shall tie them hand and foot, and
carry them with us. Their fate will be worse than if they had
been slain in battle.'
'I see,' said Henriques, whistling through his teeth. 'Well,
before we start this vow business, I think I'll go back and settle
that storekeeper.'
Laputa shook his head. 'Will you be serious and hear me?
We have no time to knife
harmless fools. Before we start for
Ntabakaikonjwa I must have from you the figures of the
arming in the south. That is the one thing which remains to
be settled.'
I am certain these figures would have been most interesting,
but I never heard them. My feet were getting cramped with
standing on the bricks, and I inadvertently moved them. The
bricks came down with a
rattle, and
unfortunately in slipping
I clutched at the trap. This was too much for my frail prop,
and the door slammed down with a great noise.
Here was a nice business for the eavesdropper! I scurried
along the passage as
stealthily as I could and clambered back
into the store, while I heard the sound of Laputa and Henriques
ferreting among the barrels. I managed to throttle Colin
and prevent him barking, but I could not get the confounded
trap to close behind me. Something had jammed in it, and it
remained half a foot open.
I heard the two approaching the door, and I did the best
thing that occurred to me. I pulled Colin over the trap, rolled
on the top of him, and began to snore heavily as if in a
drunken slumber.
The key was turned, and the gleam of a
lantern was thrown
on the wall. It flew up and down as its
bearer cast the light
into the corners.
'By God, he's gone,' I heard Henriques say. 'The swine was
listening, and he has bolted now.'
'He won't bolt far,' Laputa said. 'He is here. He is snoring
behind the counter.'
These were
anxious moments for me. I had a firm grip on
Colin's
throat, but now and then a growl escaped, which was
fortunately blended with my snores. I felt that a
lantern was
flashed on me, and that the two men were peering down at the
heap on the half-opened trap. I think that was the worst
minute I ever spent, for, as I have said, my courage was not so
bad in action, but in a
passive game it oozed out of my fingers.
'He is safe enough,' Laputa said, after what seemed to me
an
eternity. 'The noise was only the rats among the barrels.'
I thanked my Maker that they had not noticed the other
trap-door.
'All the same I think I'll make him safer,' said Henriques.
Laputa seemed to have caught him by the arm.
'Come back and get to business,' he said. 'I've told you I'll
have no more murder. You will do as I tell you, Mr Henriques.'
I did not catch the answer, but the two went out and locked
the door. I patted the outraged Colin, and got to my feet with
an aching side where the confounded lid of the trap had been
pressing. There was no time to lose for the two in the outhouse
would soon be
setting out, and I must be before them.
With no better light than a ray of the moon through the
window, I wrote a message on a leaf from my pocket-book. I
told of the plans I had overheard, and especially I mentioned
Dupree's Drift on the Letaba. I added that I was going to the
Rooirand to find the secret of the cave, and in one final
sentence implored Arcoll to do justice on the Portugoose. That
was all, for I had no time for more. I carefully tied the paper
with a string below the
collar of the dog.
Then very quietly I went into the bedroom next door - the
side of the store
farthest from the outhouse. The place was
flooded with
moonlight, and the window stood open, as I had
left it in the afternoon. As
softly as I could I swung Colin over
the sill and clambered after him. In my haste I left my coat
behind me with my
pistol in the pocket.
Now came a check. My horse was stabled in the shed, and
that was close to the outhouse. The sound of leading him out
would most certainly bring Laputa and Henriques to the door.
In that moment I all but changed my plans. I thought of
slipping back to the outhouse and
trying to shoot the two men
as they came forth. But I reflected that, before I could get
them both, one or other would probably shoot me. Besides, I
had a queer sort of compunction about killing Laputa. I
understood now why Arcoll had stayed his hand from murder,
and I was
beginning to be of his opinion on our arch-enemy.
Then I remembered the horses tied up in the bush. One of
them I could get with perfect safety. I ran round the end of
the store and into the
thicket, keeping on soft grass to dull my
tread. There, tied up to a merula tree, were two of the finest
beasts I had seen in Africa. I selected the better, an Africander
stallion of the blaauw-schimmel, or blue-roan type, which is
famous for speed and
endurance. Slipping his
bridle from the
branch, I led him a little way into the bush in the direction of
the Rooirand.
Then I spoke to Colin. 'Home with you,' I said. 'Home, old
man, as if you were
running down a tsessebe.'*
*A
species of buck, famous for its speed.
The dog seemed puzzled. 'Home,' I said again, pointing
west in the direction of the Berg. 'Home, you brute.'
And then he understood. He gave one low whine, and cast a
reproachful eye on me and the blue roan. Then he turned, and
with his head down set off with great lopes on the track of the
road I had
ridden in the morning.
A second later and I was in the
saddle, riding hell-for-leather
for the north.
CHAPTER X
I GO TREASURE-HUNTING
For a mile or so I kept the bush, which was open and easy to
ride through, and then turned into the path. The moon was
high, and the world was all a dim dark green, with the track a
golden ivory band before me. I had looked at my watch before
I started, and seen that it was just after eight o'clock. I had a
great horse under me, and less than thirty miles to cover.
Midnight should see me at the cave. With the password I
would gain admittance, and there would wait for Laputa and
Henriques. Then, if my luck held, I should see the inner
workings of the
mystery which had puzzled me ever since the
Kirkcaple shore. No doubt I should be
roughly treated, tied
up prisoner, and carried with the army when the march began.
But till Inanda's Kraal my life was safe, and before that came
the ford of the Letaba. Colin would carry my message to
Arcoll, and at the Drift the tables would be turned on
Laputa's men.
Looking back in cold blood, it seems the craziest chain of
accidents to count on for
preservation. A dozen possibilities
might have shattered any link of it. The password might be
wrong, or I might never get the length of those who knew it.
The men in the cave might
butcher me out of hand, or Laputa
might think my behaviour a sufficient
warrant for the breach
of the solemnest vow. Colin might never get to
Blaauwildebeestefontein, Laputa might change his route of march,
or Arcoll's men might fail to hold the Drift. Indeed, the other
day at Portincross I was so
overcome by the
recollection of the
perils I had dared and God's
goodness towards me that I built
a new hall for the
parish kirk as a token of gratitude.
Fortunately for mankind the brain in a life of action turns
more to the matter in hand than to conjuring up the chances
of the future. Certainly it was in no
discomfort of mind that I
swung along the
moonlit path to the north. Truth to tell, I was
almost happy. The first honours in the game had fallen to me.
I knew more about Laputa than any man living save Henriques;
I had my finger on the central pulse of the rebellion.
There was hid treasure ahead of me - a great
necklace of
rubies, Henriques had said. Nay, there must be more, I
argued. This cave of the Rooirand was the
headquarters of the
rising, and there must be stored their funds - diamonds, and
the gold they had been bartered for. I believe that every man
has deep in his soul a
passion for treasure-hunting, which will
often drive a
coward into prodigies of
valour. I lusted for that
treasure of jewels and gold. Once I had been high-minded,
and thought of my duty to my country, but in that night ride
I fear that what I thought of was my duty to
enrich David
Crawfurd. One other purpose simmered in my head. I was
devoured with wrath against Henriques. Indeed, I think that
was the strongest
motive for my escapade, for even before I
heard Laputa tell of the vows and the purification, I had it in
my mind to go at all costs to the cave. I am a
peaceable man at
most times, but I think I would rather have had the Portugoose's
throat in my hands than the
collar of Prester John.
But behind my thoughts was one master-feeling, that Providence
had given me my chance and I must make the most of it.
Perhaps the Calvinism of my father's
preaching had unconsciously
taken grip of my soul. At any rate I was a fatalist in
creed, believing that what was willed would happen, and that
man was but a
puppet in the hands of his Maker. I looked on
the last months as a clear course which had been mapped out
for me. Not for nothing had I been given a clue to the strange
events which were coming. It was foreordained that I should
go alone to Umvelos', and in the promptings of my own fallible
heart I believed I saw the workings of Omnipotence. Such is
our moral
arrogance, and yet without such a
belief I think that
mankind would have ever been content to bide sluggishly at home.
I passed the spot where on my former journey I had met the
horses, and knew that I had covered more than half the road.
My ear had been alert for the sound of
pursuit, but the bush
was quiet as the grave. The man who rode my pony would
find him a slow traveller, and I pitied the poor beast bucketed
along by an angry rider. Gradually a hazy wall of
purple began
to
shimmer before me,
apparently very far off. I knew the
ramparts of the Rooirand, and let my Schimmel feel my knees
in his ribs. Within an hour I should be at the cliff's foot.
I had trusted for safety to the password, but as it turned out
I owed my life
mainly to my horse. For, a mile or so from the
cliffs, I came to the fringes of a great army. The bush was
teeming with men, and I saw horses picketed in bunches, and
a
multitude of Cape-carts and light wagons. It was like a
colossal
gathering for naachtmaal*1 at a Dutch dorp, but every
man was black. I saw through a corner of my eye that they
were armed with guns, though many carried in
addition their
spears and shields. Their first
impulse was to stop me. I saw
guns fly to shoulders, and a rush towards the path. The boldest
game was the safest, so I dug my heels into the schimmel and