A Dash from Diamond City Part 34

"But after a few moments I recollected how much my drab brown jacket was like the soil, and I determined to risk it."

"And crawled on?"

"Yes, but not on my hands and knees. I lay flat on my chest and worked myself along upon my hands and toes. It was only about a dozen yards where it was light, but it seemed like a mile."

"Never mind that!" said Ingleborough impatiently. "You did it unheard?"

"Yes; but a man sitting in the wagon suddenly moved when I was half across, and I was about to spring up, thinking that he was searching for his rifle."

"Phew!" whistled Ingleborough softly.

"It was well I did not; for directly after, to save getting up and opening his lantern, the Boer struck a match, and as I lay perfectly still, fully expecting to be shot, the whole place seemed to be lit up, and instead of hearing a rifle c.o.c.ked I smelt a whiff of strong coa.r.s.e tobacco, and I felt that I was safe."

"Go on and get it over!" whispered Ingleborough. "You are making my hands feel wet."

"I lay some time before I dared to move."

"That you didn't, for you weren't gone long."

"Well, it seemed an hour to me: and then I crept on and out of the light into the black darkness again, rose to my hands and knees, wondering whether I was going right, and the next minute my hand rubbed softly against a wagon-wheel, and I knew I was right."

"Bravo!" whispered Ingleborough.

"I rose up directly, and began to feel about carefully for the tilt, and once more my heart seemed to rise to my mouth, for from under the wagon there came a dull deep snoring, and I felt it was impossible to do more for fear of being heard."

"But you made a dash for it?"

"No: I waited to get my breath, for I was just as if I had been running.

But as soon as I could I went on feeling along the edge of the tilt, and then my heart gave a jump, for my hand touched the barrel of a rifle and directly after that of another."

"Hurrah!" panted out Ingleborough, and West went on.

"I began to draw the first towards me, but, as soon as I did, to my horror the other began to move, and I felt that if I kept on the second one would fall and wake the sleeping Boers. So I reached up with my other hand, got well hold, and drew both together. But it was terrible work, for they would not come readily, because the bandoliers were hanging to them, and as I pulled I fully expected that something would catch and discharge one of the pieces, to alarm the whole laager for certain, even if it did not kill me. But by lifting and easing and turning the rifles over I at last got the two pieces nearly out, when they suddenly seemed to be held fast, and I stood there gradually getting drenched with perspiration."

"Why, the edge of the tilt must have caught them!" said Ingleborough excitedly.

"Yes, that's what I found to be the case, and by turning them over again they came free, and I was standing by the wheel with what we wanted."

"Hah!" sighed Ingleborough.

"But even then I had a chill, for the snoring ceased and the sleeper began to mutter, taking all the strength out of me, till I felt that even if he or they beneath the wagon should rouse up I could escape through the darkness if I was quick."

"So you slung the rifles and bandoliers over your shoulders, went down on your hands and knees, and crept back?"

"No, I did not. I felt that there was not time, and that I had better trust to the darkness to escape, so I just shouldered the pieces and stepped out boldly walking across the broad path of light."

"Good; but you should have struck off to your right, so as to get where it would be more feeble."

"I thought of that," said West quickly; "but I dared not, for fear of missing our wagon. So I walked boldly on, and almost ran against a Boer."

"Tut-tut-tut! Did he stop you?"

"No: he just said: 'Mind where you are coming!' and pa.s.sed on."

"Well?" said Ingleborough.

"That's all. I marched along to the wagon here and stood the rifles up before venturing to get in, for I fancied that you were talking in your sleep and would bring the sentry upon us. There, I've got the arms, and I don't want such another job as that."

"Pooh! Nonsense, lad! The game has only just begun! You ought to feel encouraged, for you have learned and taught me how easy the rest of our job will be! Just a little cool pluck, and we shall succeed!"

"Very well!" said West. "I'm ready! What next?"

"We must lie down and wait till we hear the commando on the stir, and then--"

"Yes," said West softly; "and then?"

"Let's wait and see!"

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

EVERYTHING COMES TO THE MAN WHO WAITS.

What seemed like a couple of the weariest hours they had ever pa.s.sed went slowly by, with everything quite still in the laager; and at last West, who was lying on his back, side by side with his companion, whispered: "They're not going on patrol to-night. We must creep out and escape on foot."

"Without knowing the way through the entrance among the rocks, and with dozens of sentries about? Can't be done!"

"Pst!" whispered West, for his quick hearing had detected the approach of someone, and directly after a light was flashed in under the tilt, a little whispering followed after the dull rays were shut off, and once more there was silence.

The pair lay a good five minutes without attempting to move or speak, and then West whispered:

"Two sentries."

"No: one and Fathead."

"How do you know? I daren't look, for fear they should see the gleam of my eyes."

"I could smell him."

"Scented--out here?"

"Yes; I believe he'd put some scent on his handkerchief and some pomatum on his hair even if he were going to be shot."

"Hist! Listen," said West quickly; "they're on the stir."

Ingleborough started up, for a voice was heard giving an order, and it was as if a stick had suddenly been thrust into a beehive and stirred round.