A Frontier Mystery Part 8

"What rum things those head-rings are, Glanton," commented Falkner, who had been staring at Tyingoza as if he were some wild animal. "Looks for all the world like a thick stick of Spanish liquorice coiled round his head. What the deuce are they made of?"

"The dark gum of the mimosa, and other things," I said, going on, in the Major's interest, to translate all sorts of complimentary things which that fine old soldier had never dreamed of originating.

"Well, now we've seen him," grumbled Falkner, "can't you give him a gentle hint to move on, or, at any rate, that we want to. It's high time we started, and he's delaying us like blazes."

"Can't do anything of the sort," I flung back in a quick aside. "It wouldn't be etiquette to hurry him."

"Etiquette! With a n.i.g.g.e.r!" jeered Falkner, going into the store to light his pipe.

Now the place of Tyingoza's accustomed seat was right under a window, which was open. Seated as he was, with his back to the wall, his head came about a foot and a half below the sill of this. I talked with him a little longer and he was just expressing the opinion that it was high time for us to start, when I saw the head and shoulders of Falkner Sewin lounging through this window. He was puffing away at his pipe, looking somewhat intently down upon the chief's head, and then, to my horror, and of course before I could prevent it, down went his hand. With an agility surprising in a man of his years and build Tyingoza sprang to his feet, and stood with head erect, gazing sternly and indignantly at Falkner, who, still half through the window, was examining minutely a piece which he had dug out of the chief's head-ring, and still held in his thumb nail, grinning like the stark, record idiot he was.

There was a second or two of tension, then the four score or so of natives who were squatting around, sprang to their feet as one man, and a deep gasp of horror and resentment escaped from every chest.

"Why what's the row?" cried the offending fool. "The old boy seems a bit cross."

"A bit cross," I repeated grimly. "Why you've insulted him about as completely as if you'd hit him in the face."

"Oh bosh! Here, I haven't hurt his old bit of stick liquorice. Tell him to stick his head down and I'll plaster the bit back in its place again, and give him a shilling into the bargain."

The expression of Tyingoza's face had undergone a complete change, and the indignant look had given way to one of the most withering contempt, as with a wave of the hand towards Falkner, in which there was a suggestion of pity, he said softly:

"_Hau! Sengaloku igcwane_." ["It seems an idiot."] Then, turning, he walked away.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE SPOILING OF THE HUNT.

There was a tense, and, under the circ.u.mstances to anyone who knew, rather an awesome silence.

"This won't do," I said. "I must go after him and explain."

"Don't go. It doesn't look safe."

The protest came from Miss Sewin, for now an angry muttering had arisen among the young men, and the rattle of a.s.segai hafts--this time in ominous earnest--mingled with the hoa.r.s.e growl of deepening indignation.

A very different face was upon things now to that of formerly. The head-ring of their father and chief had been insulted.

"It might not be for everybody, but it is for me," I answered, quickly, as I hurried after the chief.

It was no easy task to placate Tyingoza. I pointed out to him that what had been done was the silly childish act of a foolish boy who had no sort of idea of what he was doing, and how sorry I was that such a thing should have happened, especially on my place, where he, Tyingoza, had always been so thoroughly welcome, and so forth. And now, would not he return with me and receive a present from me, and an apology from the boy, to show his people that there was no remnant of a cloud between us?

But it was all of no use. He relaxed as far as I was concerned. It was a pity that I had been obliged to have an idiot on my place, he said, but he could see that what had happened was no fault of mine. But he would not come back.

"There are my 'dogs,' Iqalaqala," pointing to the groups of young men, now some distance behind us. "I sent them to hunt with your friends-- they will do so. I am going home."

I could not shake his determination, and he strode away. Our talk, as I said, had taken up some little time, and now as I neared the store I saw that I had returned none too soon.

For, seeing that their chief had not returned the angry mutterings of his incensed followers had risen to a threatening hubbub. All the savage was now aroused within them, and they crowded up to the store, clamouring for the man who had insulted their father's head-ring.

a.s.segais were flourished, dogs were adding their howls and yaps to the general racket, and altogether matters were taking a decidedly serious turn.

"What is this, children of Tyingoza?" I said, as I came up behind them--incidentally kicking away a large cur which had come for me open-mouthed. "The last words of the chief as he left me were--'I have sent them to hunt with your friends--they will do so.' But now I find you ready to spring upon them instead. What does it mean?"

"This, Iqalaqala. We want the 'idiot'."

The speaker was Ivuzamanzi. He had been out of the way during the incident, which was uncommonly lucky for Falkner Sewin. Now he was foremost in the agitation.

"But you cannot hold an 'idiot' responsible," I urged, catching at a straw.

"Ah--ah! But this is not a real one," answered the young warrior. "He must be beaten."

"Not so. The chief is satisfied. He bade me tell you to go on with the hunt. Who are ye to shut your ears to his 'word'?"

This told, for the clamour dropped into sullen mutterings as they consulted together. The while I walked through them and gained the store.

The Major was standing in the doorway, and I could see the faces of the two girls at the window light up with relief as I approached. They had thought I should be murdered in the midst of the excited and gesticulating group, but as a matter of fact I ran not the slightest danger, and this I hastened to a.s.sure them. I was glad to notice that Falkner had had the sense to keep himself out of sight, or, what was more likely, somebody else had had it for him.

"Ah, now we shall be all right," said Mrs Sewin, who was seated on a pile of goods for want of a chair. "I must say these savages are rather alarming."

"They'll go home directly, Mrs Sewin. I've talked them into a better frame of mind."

"Go home?" echoed Falkner. "But, confound it all--what about our hunt?"

"You won't get one of them to stir in that now," I said, "and if they did you wouldn't be well advised to go with them."

"Well, I think there's considerable overweight of fuss being made because a silly old n.i.g.g.e.r puts his back up and walks off in a huff,"

answered Falkner, sullenly.

"Look here, Sewin," I said, fast beginning to lose my temper. "That 'silly old n.i.g.g.e.r' is one of the most influential chiefs in Natal.

Added to which he's a Zulu of high breeding, that is to say one of the proudest of men--and you've put upon him the biggest insult you could have thought out, and that in the presence of a number of his people-- who moreover were sent up here by his orders to help your day's amus.e.m.e.nt I say nothing of it having been done on my place--but, incidentally, your monkeyish and schoolboy prank has been the means of frightening the ladies somewhat."

"Here, I say, Glanton. I don't take that sort of talk, you know," he answered, colouring up.

"Glanton's quite right," struck in the Major decisively, and with some sternness. "You've made an a.s.s of yourself, and got us into a nice mess--which we don't seem out of yet," he added, as again the voices outside rose high.

I went out again. Ivuzamanzi came forward.

"We will not hunt with your friends, Iqalaqala. We are going home. As for the _igcwane_--let him look well on all sides of him."

"For the first I think you are right son of Tyingoza," I answered. "For the second--_gahle_! It is not wise to threaten men on the Queen's side of the river--for such might lead to visits from the _Amapolise_."

But he replied that he cared nothing for the police, and the others laughed sneeringly and agreed.

"See now," said Ivuzamanzi, shaking his stick. "Will he, the _igcwane_, come out and fight? He looks big enough, and strong enough, for all that he is a fool."

I found myself wishing the matter might be cleared up in this rough and ready manner; but for one thing the ladies were with us, for another I didn't see how the two could fight on anything like even terms. Falkner couldn't fight with native weapons, and Ivuzamanzi, like any other Zulu, of course had not the remotest idea how to use his fists. So it wouldn't do.

"How can that be?" I put it. "He does not understand fighting in your way, and you do not understand fighting in his. You would both be ridiculous. Go home, son of Tyingoza, and talk with your father. You will find he has forgotten all about the affair and so must you. A mistake has been made and we all regret it."