In the Whirl of the Rising Part 9

Well, what mattered that? The natives were thoroughly under control, men said. They had been so knocked out by the pioneer force and the Chartered Company's Maxims during the war of occupation, that they would not be anxious to kick against the white man's rule again in a hurry.

Would they not? We shall see.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

FELLOW TRAVELLERS.

"Well, good-bye, Lyall. Next time you want to do another cattle deal send me word. Only do it before the rinderpest has swept me clean. So long."

And Lamont, swinging himself into his saddle, rode away from Lyall's store, quite content with the price he had obtained from that worthy for a dozen young oxen, which he had delivered the day before. Moreover, he could not sufficiently congratulate himself that when he arrived home that evening he would not find Ancram.

He chuckled to himself as he thought how they had got rid of that extremely unwelcome guest. When Ancram had returned from his trip with Driffield, more jaunty than ever, Peters began to play his part, launching forth into awful and blood-curdling instances of the vindictiveness of the Matabele, and what a mistake it was that Ancram should have done anything to incur a feud that might extend through any amount of relations.h.i.+ps. Thoroughly yet deftly did he rub it in, and soon Ancram's nervousness reached such a pitch that he had come to regard poor Zingela--who had no more idea of cutting the strange Makiwa's throat than he had of cutting his own--as a perfectly ferocious monster, ever on the watch for an opportunity of having his blood.

"You'll be able to amuse yourself alone for a few days, Ancram," Lamont had said one morning when the requisite stage of scare had been reached.

"Peters and I have got to be away, but we'll be back in a week at the outside."

Ancram's look of blank dismay was something to behold. Couldn't he come, too? he asked. No, he couldn't, because there was no spare horse that was in condition for the journey.

"But," added Lamont consolingly, "you'll be all right here. Zingela will look after you and show you where to find game, and so on."

Would he indeed? thought Ancram to himself. Not if he knew it. He supposed it was with a purpose that Lamont proposed to leave him alone with this ferocious savage, to be butchered by him and his relatives-- Peters had spread it on thick--but that purpose he intended to defeat.

Yes, that was it. He, Ancram, was the only man in the country who knew about the Courtland affair, and of course Lamont wanted to get rid of him at all costs, now that there was another girl in the case.

"Well, old chap," he had answered, "I think I won't stop on. The fact is I get beastly bored all by myself, and I think you said there was a hotel in Gandela."

"Yes. It's not first-rate, but Foster's a very decent fellow. If you tell him you've been stopping with me he'll do his best for you," Lamont had replied.

"But I don't know anyone there."

"You'll very soon get to. There are some very good fellows in Gandela-- only don't go on the wait-to-be-introduced tack."

Mightily did Lamont chuckle to himself over this reminiscence as he rode along, and his mirth was quite undashed by the consciousness that Ancram bore him no goodwill--and the certainty that he would injure him if he could. For this, however, he cared nothing. The Courtland story might leak out and welcome. There was no one whose opinion he valued sufficiently for it to matter. Wait. Was there not? No. There was no one.

His way lay over undulating mimosa-studded ground, beautiful but for a parched and burnt-up look, due to the prolonged drought; pa.s.sing now and again a native kraal, heavily stockaded with mopani poles and thorn boughs, for lions were not altogether unknown in that part, as we have seen. A brief off-saddle for lunch, and to cool his horse's back, and he took the track again.

Lamont was well mounted, and his steed stepped forth at a long, swift, easy walk. In the afternoon heat he became drowsy, and was soon nodding. The art of sleeping on horseback is one that can be acquired by pressure of circ.u.mstances, and if the animal is steady in its paces, and knows its way, why, then, there is no further difficulty--and of this one both these conditions held good. Suddenly a loud whinny on its part started the rider bolt awake again.

They were now travelling down a path skirting a range of stony hills.

Below, and in front at no great distance, was another horseman proceeding in the same direction. It took but one moment to determine him a white man, and not many more to overhaul him and range up alongside. The stranger was dressed in serviceable khaki and a sun-helmet, all of which was in keeping with the bronzed face and short black beard, but not altogether with the round clerical collar.

Catching the sound of hoofs behind, he reined in and turned, and Lamont recognised him as Father Mathias, one of the priests attached to the Buluwayo Mission.

"Good evening, Father," he called out, as he came up. "Rather far afield, aren't you? This is an unexpected pleasure. I hope we are travelling the same way, because I'm already a good bit sick of my own company."

"Mr Lamont, is it not?" said the priest, speaking with a foreign accent. "Ah yes. We met in Gandela, did we not? I too--I shall be very glad of company."

They rode along, chatting. The while, Lamont was eyeing the other's horse, a sorry-looking beast at best, and, besides its rider, was loaded up with a fair amount of luggage, in the shape of a large rolled valise across the horn of the saddle and a couple of well filled-out saddle-bags on each side.

"You'd better let me help you with some of that load," he said at last.

"In fact we'll transfer the lot. My horse is as fresh as paint, and won't feel it."

"Oh, I could not think of letting you do that, Mr Lamont. A few pounds more or less make no great difference."

"Don't they? I don't know if you have ever walked with a knapsack, Father, but I have--and it's just that very pound or so extra that makes all the difference in the world. Are you going to ride that horse all the way to Buluwayo?"

"Yes. But I shall have a day's rest at Skrine's Store, where I have to look after some of our people."

"Thirty-five miles. You will hardly get him there--certainly not to-night. You had better come home with me."

The other feared that this was impossible, as, after they had journeyed together up to a certain point, it would be right in the contrary direction. But he ceased to combat Lamont's offer to relieve him of some of the load.

"You don't travel light, Father," laughed Lamont, as he finished strapping the valise across his own saddle.

"But this is not my own luggage. I have been on a round of visitation, and wherever I find some of our people they are glad of the opportunity to hear Ma.s.s. It is the ornaments required for the Ma.s.s that are in these saddle-bags."

"Oh, I understand now," said Lamont. "I thought it was camping outfit.

Well, that is shepherding the flock and no mistake--and that over a pretty wide run."

"That is what we are here for, Mr Lamont. It is possible we may miss some, but we try not to."

"I'm sure you do," a.s.sented Lamont heartily. "Why, you are proverbial in this country as models of energy."

"That is pleasant to know. But, speaking personally, I like the life.

I am strong, and it does me no harm."

They chatted of other things and everything. The priest was a cultured man, and as they covered mile after mile of hot, steamy Matabeleland, both he and his companion hardly noticed it, for they were back in the various centres of artistic Europe, discussing its treasures with eagerness and appreciation. They off-saddled for half an hour, then on again.

"I think we are getting near where my road turns off," said Father Mathias at last. "But, Mr Lamont, I am so glad we have been able to travel together. I have not noticed the distance at all."

Lamont cordially replied that the same held good of himself. Then, looking quickly up--

"We are going to have a change, and if it means rain--why then, hooray!

Otherwise I don't like the look of it ahead--no, not at all."

In their conversation as they rode along they had, as we have said, lost sight of outside features. Now a deep, low growl of thunder recalled such. Over the range of hills they were skirting peered a ridge of black cloud, mounting higher and higher to the zenith in a huge solid pillar, spreading in black ma.s.ses, lighted fitfully with the gleam of quickly successive flashes. The sun had already gone down.

"We are in for it," said Lamont, looking up. "We shall get an exemplary ducking, unless--but then you might not care about that--we were to take shelter in Zwabeka's kraal. It's only just the other side of that bend in front."

"Let us do that," said the priest. "Zwabeka is a considerable chief, is he not? I would like to see him."

"This is going to be no fool of a storm," went on Lamont, again looking upward. "The sooner we get under cover the better."

The booming growl had changed into a well-nigh unintermittent roar, as the huge cloud, towering pillar-like, now spread its black wings in a dark canopy in every direction. The horses p.r.i.c.ked up their ears and snorted with alarm at each blinding flash. So far no rain had fallen, and there was a smell of burning in the very air.

Now a barking of dogs sounded between the rolls of thunder, and rounding a spur they came in sight of a large kraal, lying at the mouth of a lateral kloof, densely bushed and extending far up into the range of hills. The conical huts stood within the strong encircling stockade, and among them dark forms stood about in groups, gazing skyward, and indulging in deep-toned speculation as to the probability of a copious and welcome rain to relieve the parched-up and drooping crops in the lands. But the two white men, as they rode in through the still open gateway, thought to detect an unwonted sullenness instead of the cheerful greeting of welcome which should have been theirs. A ringed man came forward.

"Greeting, Gudhlusa," called out Lamont, to whom the man was known. "We would shelter, and have a talk at the same time with Zwabeka the chief.

Is he in his house?"