Off to the Wilds Part 22

It was Chicory who proposed that the lion's skin should be fetched in; and after a promise to be careful, the boys started off, taking with them Peter to skin the lion, Mr Rogers feeling that he could not leave, with Coffee in such a state. In fact he hesitated about letting his sons go, after such a shock, though he could not help feeling that they were beginning to display a courage and decision that was most praiseworthy, especially as it was linked with so much self-denial.

"But the skin would be such a trophy, father," said Jack. "I should like to have it."

"Go and get it, then," said Mr Rogers; "but don't stop. You may as well shoot a few birds, though, or any small bok, if you can. We must make our beef-tea of venison, Dinny says," he added with a smile, "for the invalid must have plenty of support."

Jack went to have a look at poor Coffee as he lay there insensible, and softly placed his cool hand upon the poor boy's burning head.

Then he started, for, to his surprise, the General was at his feet with his arms round his legs, and embracing them closely.

He did not understand it then, but the Zulu was swearing fidelity, and to lay down his life for him who had saved, as he felt, both his boys.

Just then there was a yelping and baying amongst the dogs, a snarling noise, and Dinny's voice heard shouting--when Jack ran out, just in time to see something yellowish and spotted rush among the trees, sending the oxen into a terrible state of excitement, and making the horses gallop up to the waggon for protection.

Mr Rogers was out in the open with a gun--but it was too late, there was nothing to shoot, and the dogs, which had been off after the animal, came trotting back.

"What was it, Dinny?" said Mr Rogers.

"Sure, sor, an' it was a great big yellow tom cat, wid splashes like brown gravy all over his dirthy body; an' he came sneaking out of the wood and made a pounce on Rough'un there; but the dog was too quick for him, an' run bechuckst the big waggon-wheels, an' thin I threw a pot at him and aff he went, and the dogs after him."

"How big was it, Dinny?" cried d.i.c.k excitedly.

"About as big as ten tom cats, Masther d.i.c.k, if they was all biled down and made into one."

"Get along," cried d.i.c.k. "What would it be, father--a leopard?"

"Yes, my boy, undoubtedly. They are very fond of dogs, and will dash under the waggons sometimes after one. Rough'un has had a narrow escape. We must look out, for the creature may come again."

It was a long walk to the glade where the lion was shot, but they killed a couple of the dangerous puff-adders, and shot three or four beautiful birds, besides bringing down a small gazelle, which they protected with sticks to keep off the vultures. But the most interesting part of their journey was during the first mile of their way. They had all separated so as to look out for game, and were crossing a patch of dense dried-up yellow gra.s.s where they expected to spring a large bird or two, when, all at once, something of a rich yellow and brown darted out before d.i.c.k, leaving one clump to make for another, closely followed by a little dun-coloured animal, evidently its young.

d.i.c.k's rifle was to his shoulder on the instant, and a bullet through the animal laid it low, while the young one leaped upon it, and turned and snarled, and spat at its mother's slayer.

"Why it's the leopard that came after poor Rough'un, I'll be bound,"

cried Jack, coming up. "It has got a young one, and that's what made it so daring. Hullo, little chap! We'll take you back for a pet."

But the young leopard was already in a pet, and it scratched, and swore, and behaved so cat-like, that it was no easy task to secure it. This, however, was done in a strong game-bag, which was hung in a tree while the mother was skinned for the sake of her beautiful hide.

As they neared the place where Jack's lion lay, d.i.c.k drew his brother's attention to the vultures that were winging their way overhead.

"You'll see if they haven't been at your lion," he said.

He proved a true prophet, for as they drew near the glade--Jack feeling a strange chill of horror as he recalled the last night's adventure-- first one and then another vulture flew up, and when Chicory made a dash forward they rose in a cloud.

"Your skin's spoiled, Jack," said his brother.

But he was wrong, for the vultures had found two a.s.segais leaning against a bush, and looking so ominous with their bright blades where the General had left them, that they had not dared to touch the lion, and the consequence was that a magnificent skin was obtained, one that proved to be no light load for Peter and Chicory, who carried it swinging from a pole resting upon their shoulders.

The load was increased as they picked up the skin of the leopard, while the boys carried the game.

The young leopard proved to be quite safe in the game-bag, which formed a comfortable hammock for it as it hung in a tree, but no sooner was it swung from Jack's shoulder, and felt the motion of the walker, than it became furious, spitting and tearing, and trying to get out.

One way and another they were so loaded that the sight of the waggon proved very welcome, and all were only too glad to partake of a good basin of what Mr Rogers called "Dinny's restorative," namely the rich thick venison soup always stewing in the great pot, and being added to every day.

And it was wonderful how invigorating this rich meat essence proved. No matter how weary they were, a basin of it could be enjoyed, and its effect seemed to be almost instantaneous.

After a good dinner in the shade of the big tree by the waggon, both Jack and d.i.c.k had another look at poor Coffee, to find that he slept a good deal, and quite easily, Mr Rogers saying that he was less feverish.

"Well, boys, what do you think of the medicine-chest now? Was I not right in being prepared for emergencies?"

The boys agreed that it was right, and hoped all the same that they would never have to make any demands upon it, either for doses or lint and plaister--invaluable in poor Coffee's case now.

Then the lion's skin was admired, and laid out to dry. The leopard's followed, and was greatly praised by Mr Rogers; and indeed it was beautiful in the harmony of its brown and creamy-yellow tints.

"Bedad and that's the very baste," cried Dinny. "I know him by that spot at the back of his left ear, and the payculiar twisht of his tail."

"Now, Dinny," said d.i.c.k, "how could you tell it again when you saw it for a moment only."

"An' d'ye think it takes half-an-hour for one of me eyes to catch soight of a craythure like that, Masther d.i.c.k? Sure I knowed it the moment I set oise upon it as the very same baste."

"Then you must have excellent eyesight, Dinny," said Mr Rogers.

"Sure an' I have that same, sor," said Dinny proudly, as the boys next brought out the young leopard, which had to be held pretty tightly by the back of the neck to keep it from taking its departure, while the dogs gathered round muttering growls, and longing to take revenge upon the young leopard for the insult put upon them that morning by the mother.

"I think Dinny's right, boys," said Mr Rogers, as he looked at the clumsy young leopard, which had a peculiarly heavy kittenish aspect. "I should say it was undoubtedly the mother that dashed in after the dogs, her young one making her the more daring."

"Sure an' I knew I was right," said Dinny complacently. "It was an avil-looking baste, in spite of its foine skin."

"What are you going to do with the leopard?" said Mr Rogers.

"Keep it, of course, father," said Jack.

"I don't see any, `of course,'" he replied, smiling; "but try and keep it if you can, though I'm afraid you will find it an awkward customer to tame."

"Well, let us try," said Jack; and setting to work he soon contrived a collar of stout wire, which was wrapped round and round with thin leather, a dog-chain attached, and then the dogs were called by d.i.c.k.

"I say, what are you going to do?" cried his brother; "they'll kill the poor little thing."

"Oh no, they will not," said d.i.c.k confidently. "I'm going to give them a lesson."

The dogs came bounding up, having been driven away during the manufacture of the collar; and now, evidently under the impression that they were to kill the young leopard, they became in a high state of excitement.

"Oh, d.i.c.k!" cried Jack. "Mind what you are about."

"Down, down, down!" cried d.i.c.k sternly; and the dogs all crouched, awaiting the order to attack. "Now, Rough'un, smell him."

Rough'un sprang up, and Pompey, Caesar, and Cra.s.sus made a rush; but a tap each from the stick d.i.c.k held stopped them, and laying hold of Rough'un's ear, d.i.c.k pushed the dog's nose close to the vicious-looking little leopard.

"Now, sir, you're not to touch him; do you hear?"

Rough'un evidently heard, and after smelling at the little animal, he looked up in a puzzled way at his master.