With Wolseley to Kumasi Part 10

CHAPTER SEVEN.

FOREWARNED IS FOREARMED.

"I don't like the news, Johnnie," said our hero, one day, some weeks later, when he had quite settled down to his duties at the mine. "You say you saw some men encamped five miles and more away. Tell me all about them."

The native lad, an inhabitant of the coast near Sierra Leone, who had come from that part with Mr Pepson, and who had been left to keep d.i.c.k company and to tend to the launch, put the short black pipe which he was smoking into the other corner of his mouth, and turned his eyes up till the whites alone showed, a trick of which he was very fond. He was, in fact, a comical-looking fellow. Short and square for a native, with woolly hair, and a few stray wisps of beard at his chin, he was dressed in a much patched pair of breeches, with ragged edges, the tags hanging about his naked toes. These same breeches were suspended from his shoulders by an ancient pair of braces, a gift from d.i.c.k himself, while a soiled and disreputable jacket, smeared with many a patch of grease, was over his back, serving for s.h.i.+rt as well as coat. He held a rifle in his hand, and the state of his feet showed that he had just come in from the forest.

"Me go dere, as you say," he said, taking the pipe from his mouth. "Me look for something to eat, for ma.s.sa want fresh meat. And then me see smoke. 'Dat strange,' say Johnnie. On de coast where me lib noting wrong in dat. Fires eberywhere. Smoke all de time. But here--"

Again his eyes turned up as if to show that this smoke was a matter for astonishment.

"Exactly so. Here one would feel surprised and alarmed. Go on."

"Den Johnnie tink, and say, 'dese surely bad men, not like Johnnie,' so me start to run 'way. Den me creep back, and soon me see better. Dere ten, tirty, yes, fifty big native, all wid sword and gun, and dey sit round de fire cookin' and eatin'. Me look for dat scoundrel, dat white man who attack us below. But no, he not dere. Den me come 'way and tell ma.s.sa."

It was serious news, and for a long while our hero was silent. For three weeks he had gone about his work at the mine till he was thoroughly acquainted with it. He had been down each one of the shafts, and had ingratiated himself with the men. It happened that in two of the shafts a rich deposit of nuggets had been come upon, not an uncommon find in the goldfields of Ashanti; and that, together with the increased comfort given by the winding gear, all of which was now in place, had so heartened the miners that he was more than popular amongst them. But he was still haunted with the fear of attack.

"There must be people who know that we are here, practically with no means of defence," he had said over and over again to himself. "And no doubt the news of a rich find will in time be circulated. What is to prevent a ruffian like James Langdon making a raid upon us? I am here, in charge, and I must take steps."

That same evening he went to the miners when they had come up from the shafts, and told them the news.

"Our brothers are at war. There is nothing in this camp to alarm us or you," said their leader, when d.i.c.k had made himself understood, a somewhat difficult matter, considering his small knowledge of the language. "The Ashantis will not touch us. The Fantis would if they could, for we are weak, and should fall an easy prey to them. But these were Ashantis."

"And to-morrow a force of Fantis might come, too," added d.i.c.k. "Then what could we do?"

"We should be killed, the gold would be taken, and there would be an end of the matter."

"Then as I have no wish to be killed, I suggest that we take steps to protect ourselves," said d.i.c.k. "I have rifles at the stockade for all, and will arrange a signal. You say that you can all shoot. That makes matters better. We will practise to-night. There is a tomtom at the stockade, left there by one of yourselves perhaps. I will beat that as the signal, and all will at once rush to the place, bringing their store of gold with them."

The miners looked at one another when they heard his words, and then commenced to discuss the matter together; for it was difficult for them to understand the need for such precautions. They had been at this mine for some months now, and they had never been disturbed. At the same time rumour had reached them that their countrymen were at war with the Fantis, and that being the case, the latter would treat them as enemies.

There was a big store of gold, the result of the last month's labour, and that would certainly go. They would be killed, too, and even if they were not, they would lose their wages, now owing for some months.

"We will do as you ask," said their chief, half an hour later. "There may be need for these precautions, and in that case we may have cause to be glad. On the other hand, the time wasted will be only short, and will not matter. What else shall we do?"

"Make for the stockade, as I have said, and when there we will arrange the method of defence," answered d.i.c.k. "Keep your ears open for the signal."

He left them, and an hour later, having seen Johnnie again in the meanwhile and instructed him to sound the alarm, he retreated to the stockade with the men, waiting till the last to see how they carried out the movement.

"That will do very well," he said, as they arrived, panting, in the stockade. "Now for other orders. The last man in throws the doors to and is helped by his friends. That is right. We are now safely behind stout walls, and can fetch our rifles. They are kept in this rack in the hut, and a bag of ammunition is hung to the muzzle of each. Let every one go in and help himself, and then run out to the walls."

He watched as the miners, a group of intelligent men, carried out his orders. Then as they came hustling from the hut, pus.h.i.+ng each other aside in their eagerness, he arrested them with a shout and with uplifted hand.

"Some one will be shot very soon," he said. "Some of you have already loaded, and guns go off sooner than they are wanted to under these circ.u.mstances. We must do things in an orderly manner, and each must have an allotted place. Tell your men off to a loophole apiece, chief,"

he shouted. "Now, that is better, and we will practise the move again."

Several times they carried out the exercise, d.i.c.k making them emerge from the stockade, and then, at a beat on the tom-tom, rush in, close the gates, and go in search of their rifles. No man was allowed to load till he was at his loophole, and then the order was that there should be no firing unless the enemy were clearly seen.

"We have a fair store of cartridges," said d.i.c.k, "but we may have to stand a siege. That being the case, we must not throw them away. Now let each man pick out a tree or some object, and aim at it. I'll give the order to fire."

By now the miners were beginning to take more than a pa.s.sing interest in these manoeuvres of their young chief. They had been talking the thing over, and had come to the conclusion that it would be worth while to safeguard their own interests. They had been away from their friends for a long time, and it might be that there was a war of considerable proportions raging, for the Ashantis were at daggers drawn with the Fantis, and took every opportunity of attacking them.

At d.i.c.k's call they poured a volley into s.p.a.ce, and looked round for more orders.

"That will do very well for to-day. We will practise again every day, and I want to see that the men at the top of the shaft shout the alarm to their friends below and wait to haul them up. There must be no desertion of comrades."

d.i.c.k was as good as his word, too. The following morning, when he had carefully inspected the surroundings, and had seen that the miners were busily at work, he caused Johnnie to sound the alarm again, and stood in the neighbourhood of the shafts till all the men were up. Then the proceedings of the previous evening were repeated.

"That part of our precautions is arranged," he said to himself, as he smoked a meditative pipe. "Now I must look to another matter. Johnnie and I must take it in turns to go abroad into the forest."

It was a wise precaution, and from that day, turn and turn about, he or the native stoker, as soon as breakfast was ended, and while the day was still cool, would take a rifle and stalk away towards the forest.

Sometimes they would go towards the river, to see that no one had tampered with the launch, and at others they would make in the opposite direction. But whichever road they followed, they were careful not to penetrate too deeply into the jungle, and to take their bearings before entering the bush.

"We might get lost," said d.i.c.k, "and besides, it is really laborious work cutting a path, however narrow. The main thing is to circle all around the mine, looking for traces of a possible enemy, and, of course, shooting any game we may come upon, for fresh meat is a luxury."

One day, a week later, when our hero was out on his tramp, and had proceeded a couple of miles from the mine, he suddenly came to a halt, and stood there listening intently, for a sound had come to his ear.

"The tom-tom!" he exclaimed. "I feel sure, and from the direction of the stockade. Can the place be attacked?"

The thought threw him into a fever of apprehension, for supposing an enemy had appeared, and his men were within the stockade, what would happen to them without their leader? They were excellent fellows, but d.i.c.k had come to know that, without some one to direct them, they were useless.

"They would be all right for an hour or two if not pressed," he said.

"But if they were rushed by a strong force--well, it would go hard with them. I must return. But can it be that that tom-tom was not from the mine?"

That was another momentous question, and, as he pondered over it, the perspiration poured from his forehead. He turned and retraced his steps at a run, breaking through the jungle in his feverish haste, tearing the vines and brambles aside and lacerating his hands and face with the thorns.

Hark! This time it was another sound that brought him to a standstill.

There was the clear, crisp report of a rifle, a distant shout, and then a medley of sounds, the frantic cries of natives, and the sharp snap of answering firearms.

The place, then, was attacked. There could be no doubt about the matter. And he, the leader, was outside the stockade. d.i.c.k clenched his hands and ground his teeth with disappointment. He had no fear for himself. He thought last of his own personal safety. A duty had been entrusted to him. He had been placed at the mine to defend it, and he was helpless to direct the men.

"They must hold their own, then," he gasped. "I cannot get to them yet, and they cannot know where I am. Very well, I will go where I can see what is happening, and then I must be guided by circ.u.mstances."

This time he did not rush through the jungle with such frantic haste.

His impetuosity had given way to prudence, and, as he walked, he peered ahead, halting every now and again to make sure that he was not running upon the enemy. As he approached the clearing about the mine the snap of rifles became more audible. It was a spluttering fire now, an occasional shot, and then a succession of reports.

"That is what I like to hear," he said to himself. "It shows that they are not so closely pressed, and I think that they must be holding their own. If my men were being rushed there would be shouts, and rifles would be fired more frequently. Ah, it is getting lighter, and soon I shall be able to see."

He crept on all fours now, and presently came to the very edge of the jungle. But from where he was he could only see a fraction of the stockade, and not a soul was in sight. To obtain a full view he must creep round to the far side, where the attack was taking place.

"No doubt they have their camp there," he thought, "so I must be doubly careful. I'll slip into the trees again and go cautiously."

Well was it for him, too, that he took this precaution, for he had progressed only a little way when his keen eye caught sight of some natives out in the open. They carried rifles, and were making for the mines. Ditch watched them as they went to the shafts, and saw two of their number lowered into each. Then there was a shout, and they were hauled up again.

"Looking for possible stragglers," he thought. "It was a lucky idea to have a signal to recall the men. I suppose Johnnie must have sounded it. Ah, the ruffians are now looking for gold, but there again I fancy they will be disappointed. How I wish I had a dozen men here! I could pick the enemy off easily, and then a rush might drive the rest away."

By now the natives were retracing their steps, disappointed at their lack of fortune, and at once d.i.c.k crawled on again. An hour later he was round at the far side, and had a full view of all that was taking place. A glance showed him that matters were as he had hoped. The timely alarm, the previous training, and the careful instruction which had been given to the miners had resulted in their reaching the stockade in a ma.s.s, and in closing the doors on the attackers. Nor were there wanting signs that they had made their presence felt by the enemy, for ten dark figures lay sprawling in the open, some looking as though the men slept, while in other cases the bodies were doubled up in that fantastic position which is seen where men have been killed in the act of charging.

"Showing that our friends held their fire till they were sure of their aim," said d.i.c.k, with a chuckle, his spirits reviving immensely at the sight. "But the attack was a genuine one, for I can see one man close outside the stockade. Perhaps the alarm was only just given in time, and when the miners reached the stockade the enemy were in full chase and close behind them. Ah! They have been making long shots, too."