there would be no defence. About one o'clock Arcoll, tired of
inaction and
conscious that he had misread Laputa's tactics,
resolved on a bold stroke. He sent half his police to the Berg
to
reinforce the commandoes, bidding them get into touch
with the post at Blaauwildebeestefontein.
A little after two o'clock a
diversion occurred. Henriques
succeeded in crossing the road three miles east of Main Drift.
He had probably left the kraal early in the night and had tried
to cross farther west, but had been deterred by the
patrols.
East of Main Drift, where the police were fewer, he succeeded;
but he had not gone far till he was discovered by the Basuto
scouts. The find was reported to Arcoll, who guessed at once
who this traveller was. He dared not send out any of his white
men, but he bade a party of the scouts follow the Portugoose's
trail. They shadowed him to Dupree's Drift, where he crossed
the Letaba. There he lay down by the
roadside to sleep, while
they kept him company. A hard fellow Henriques was, for he
could
slumberpeacefully on the very scene of his murder.
Dawn found Laputa at the head of the Klein Letaba glen,
not far from 'Mpefu's kraal. He got food at a hut, and set off
at once up the
wooded hill above it, which is a promontory of
the
plateau. By this time he must have been weary, or he
would not have
blundered as he did right into a post of the
farmers. He was within an ace of
capture, and to save himself
was forced back from the scarp. He seems, to judge from
reports, to have gone a little way south in the thicker timber,
and then to have turned north again in the direction of
Blaauwildebeestefontein. After that his
movements are
obscure. He was seen on the Klein Labongo, but the sight of
the post at Blaauwildebeestefontein must have convinced him
that a korhaan could not escape that way. The next we heard
of him was that he had joined Henriques.
After
daybreak Arcoll, having got his reports from the
plateau, and
knowingroughly the direction in which Laputa
was shaping,
decided to advance his lines. The farmers,
reinforced by three more commandoes from the Pietersdorp
district, still held the
plateau, but the police were now on the
line of the Great Letaba. It was Arcoll's plan to hold that river
and the long neck of land between it and the Labongo. His
force was hourly increasing, and his mounted men would be
able to prevent any escape on the flank to the east of
Wesselsburg.
So it happened that while Laputa was being
driven east
from the Berg, Henriques was travelling north, and their lines
intersected. I should like to have seen the meeting. It must
have told Laputa what had always been in the Portugoose's
heart. Henriques, I fancy, was making for the cave in the
Rooirand. Laputa, so far as I can guess at his mind, had a plan
for getting over the Portuguese border, fetching a wide
circuit,
and joining his men at any of the concentrations between there
and Amsterdam.
The two were seen at
midday going down the road which
leads from Blaauwildebeestefontein to the Lebombo. Then
they struck Arcoll's new front, which stretched from the
Letaba to the Labongo. This drove them north again, and
forced them to swim the latter
stream. From there to the
eastern
extremity of the Rooirand, which is the Portuguese
frontier, the country is open and rolling, with a thin light
scrub in the hollows. It was bad cover for the fugitives, as they
found to their cost. For Arcoll had purposely turned his police
into a flying
column. They no longer held a line; they scoured
a country. Only Laputa's
incomparable veld-craft and great
bodily strength prevented the two from being caught in half an
hour. They doubled back, swam the Labongo again, and got
into the thick bush on the north side of the Blaauwildebeestefontein
road. The Basuto scouts were
magnificent in the open,
but in the cover they were again at fault. Laputa and Henriques
fairly baffled them, so that the
pursuit turned to the west in
the
belief that the fugitives had made for Majinje's kraal. In
reality they had recrossed the Labongo and were making for
Umvelos'.
All this I heard afterwards, but in the
meantime I lay in
Arcoll's tent in deep
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unconsciousness. While my enemies were
being chased like partridges, I was reaping the fruits of four
days' toil and
terror. The hunters had become the hunted, the
wheel had come full
circle, and the woes of David Crawfurd
were being abundantly avenged.