Aletta Part 32

Then followed Gideon Roux, who testified that Colvin had spent at least two hours at his house the evening before. He would have left about the time named by Adrian De la Rey, but he could not say for certain within half an hour or so.

What had the accused to go upon? One after another of these men came forward unhesitatingly to swear away his life, for that is what he fully realised this mock trial to have for its object. The net was winding itself more fatally about him, and by nothing short of a miracle now could he be extricated from its entangling meshes. In Gideon Roux'

malignant face a gleam of devilish exultation seemed to lurk, as though he recognised that this was a safer, surer method of disposing of an obnoxious and inconvenient person than shooting at him in the dusk from behind a rock. Those around listened in solemn and impressive silence.

The groups of bystanders had been steadily augmenting, and now nearly the whole camp stood crowded around, in a strangely picturesque armed a.s.sembly.

After Gideon Roux followed that worthy's _vrouw_, looking quite as slatternly and rather more frightened than on that occasion when Colvin had partaken of her somewhat grudging hospitality. She emphatically confirmed all that her husband had said. The course the accused took with her was to remind her as impressively as he was able of the oath she had taken, and to suggest that she had better think well over her testimony lest she should have been mistaken. Sheer waste of words.

Colvin realised that he was doomed, and that every man in that camp believed every word that had been stated with regard to him. So when Herma.n.u.s Delport, and one or two others, came forward to corroborate that he had spent the evening at Gideon Roux' house, he simply refused to waste time or trouble asking any more questions. What he would ask, however, was that the man who had mounted guard over him should be put forward the man who had kept him a prisoner all night--that was, from just after sundown--by the Commandant's orders.

"I gave no such orders, as I have said before," said Commandant Schoeman. "Were any such orders given, _Heeren_, by any of yourselves?"

turning towards the other occupants of the tent.

"_Nee_--_nee_," came forth the reply, universal and emphatic. "We know of no guard being placed over the accused during the first part of the night."

Colvin had thought they had now got more than ample testimony--false testimony--to afford them all the pretext they wanted. But he reckoned without Commandant Schoeman. Said the latter:

"Mynheer Morkel. Will you kindly stand where the others have stood, and tell what you know of this matter?"

Morkel fairly started, a great look of dismayed consternation overspreading his features.

"But I know nothing about it, Mynheer Commandant," he protested. "I have not seen or spoken to Kershaw since I begged you to grant him an interview last night."

"Just so, Mynheer Morkel. But we want to know what pa.s.sed between you and the accused man _before_ that. Stand up. The exigencies of the Republics imperatively require it."

This was a command there was no disobeying, so Morkel stood up, and was duly sworn. He would willingly have perjured himself up to the scalp in such a cause, but he knew it would be useless. There might have been spies overhearing all that had pa.s.sed between him and Kershaw relative to Frank's condemnation, or even if not there would be no difficulty in putting forward sufficient witnesses to swear that they had overheard it, giving of course their own version.

Bidden by the Commandant to state exactly what pa.s.sed between himself and the accused with regard to Frank Wenlock, Morkel said that he himself had brought Kershaw the news that the other was condemned to death. How had the accused received it? He had been very much shocked and distressed naturally, the other having been a great friend of his-- Morkel left out "fellow-countryman" just in time. But even with all his Court experience he made the mistake of expatiating on what had led to that friendship, realising with dire dismay, when too late, that he had furnished an additional motive for Colvin to act as was alleged.

"Did he not ask what could be done for the condemned man?" inquired Schoeman.

"He did, Mynheer Commandant. But--"

"He asked that question more than once?" interrupted the remorseless voice.

"Naturally, Mynheer. That was why he so urgently wished for an interview with yourself--to plead the cause of his friend."

"And when he found that he could not obtain that interview, what then?"

"He was disappointed, naturally. But he said it would all come right.

He could not believe that brave men--burghers fighting for their liberties and independence, civilised Christian men, could take the life of a man, especially a young man, by nature hot-headed and foolish, simply because he had made some rude and insulting remarks," added Morkel, somewhat mendaciously, and indeed he seemed to have scored a strong point, for a murmur, not unsympathetic, went up from the audience. "The behaviour of Frank Wenlock was insulting and offensive, the accused had said, but surely not a crime worthy of death," went on Morkel, waxing eloquent.

"That will do, Mynheer Morkel. You can now take your place again," said the Commandant. Then to Colvin, "What have you to say? Now we have heard all the witnesses, what have you to say?"

"Very little, Mynheer. This is a plot. Adrian De la Rey has a grudge-- a bitter grudge--against me, the reason of which does not matter. I believe he has manufactured the whole of this accusation. I believe he himself let Wenlock escape so as to fasten it on to me. Gideon Roux owes me money, and therefore would naturally turn against me. His _vrouw_ looked frightened enough to satisfy even you that she was talking under compulsion. Herma.n.u.s Delport is a friend of and related to Gideon Roux. As for the two men who were on guard over Frank Wenlock, I believe they are under some extraordinary delusion and were speaking the truth as far as they knew. Morkel has stated the burden of our conversation quite correctly. But there is one witness we have not heard, and that is the man who turned me back into my tent last night."

"There is no such man," retorted Schoeman shortly. "It is all a fabrication. Well, then, that is enough. You came into our camp, and enjoyed our hospitality."

"No, I was brought here by force," interrupted Colvin.

"Still, still! Do not interrupt. You then took advantage of your position here to commit a hostile act--an act of hostility against the Republics, which have sheltered and shielded you--by aiding and abetting the escape of a prisoner."

"That is not true," retorted Colvin. "Before G.o.d, in whose presence we stand, I know no more of Frank Wenlock's escape, have had no more to do with it, than the President himself."

"Do not add lying and blasphemy to your offence," said Schoeman unctuously. "For the crime of which ample testimony has convicted you, you will take the escaped prisoner's place. You will be shot at sundown."

A gasp went up from the listeners. The proceedings had impressed them deeply.

"Not yet," said Colvin, in a loud firm voice. "I appeal to the President. In the presence of you all I appeal for justice to His Honour the President of the Transvaal Republic."

Schoeman smiled coldly. "His Honour is not _our_ President--not yet.

We are not of the Transvaal Republic. Do you wish to converse with a minister of the Gospel to prepare you to meet your Creator?" he added, still unctuously.

"Yes," answered Colvin, unwilling to let slip any potential loophole, however minute. "Mynheer Albertyn, of Schalkburg, is a good man. Can he be fetched?"

The Commandant looked surprised, then conferred in a low tone with his subordinate commanders.

"He can be fetched," he answered. "And as you have shown a proper frame of mind, instead of blaspheming G.o.d--as your fellow-countryman did--more time for preparation shall be allowed you. Instead of at sundown, you must be ready for death an hour after sunrise to-morrow. That will allow you some hours to pray with the _predikant_."

"I am grateful for that, Mynheer Commandant. But now, hear me.

Standing here, on the threshold of death, I proclaim Adrian De la Rey a liar and perjurer--a perjurer who has taken the name of the great G.o.d to witness his falsehood. Out there," waving his hand in the direction of the far-off British entrenchments, "is possible death for any man-- glorious for the patriot, but for the liar and perjurer what--? I see you, Adrian. Do not try and skulk out of sight among honester men than yourself. Well, then, look me in the face, liar! So sure as I stand here will death find you. Within three days death will find you out.

Now, liar and coward, well may you grow pale."

Adrian, white as a sheet, was trying to meet his denouncer's gaze, but for the life of him could not at that moment. Muttering something, he slipped away. And Colvin Kershaw followed his guards to his final prison, well knowing that his hours were numbered.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

GERT BONDELZWART'S NEWS.

The town of Schalkburg was still in possession of the enemy. The Free State flag waved above the Court-house, and the "patriot" burghers, whether of the Free State commando or rebel colonial Boers, had things all their own way, and a great time generally, for they proceeded to "commandeer" all the necessaries of life, and a good many of its luxuries, from the temporarily conquered people, and to make themselves very much at home among them, mostly at the expense of the latter. For these the only thing to do, however, was to accept the situation, and make the best of it.

There was one to whom this course recommended itself, and that was Mr Jelf. He would laugh ruefully over his enforced suspension--ruefully because he was sure the Colonial Office would hold him responsible, since for what is a long suffering Civil Commissioner not responsible-- and play whist with his superseder, a Free State attorney, who had been set up by the burghers to administer the law as Landdrost. But there was practically no law to administer in Schalkburg, for now every man did what was right in his own eyes, unless some misguided and commandeered native shirked or strove to abscond. In such cases the newly fledged Landdrost did administer the law, resulting in vehement contact between raw hide and the aboriginal cuticle.

Jelf was not a little anxious on the score of his absent subordinate, who had been away on one of those semi-official investigations what time the town was captured. He hoped Morkel had not come to grief with those fiery English aspirations of his; and then he would smile to himself as he reflected that such sentiments were patient of sudden metamorphosis under stress of circ.u.mstances. No, Morkel would turn up again sooner or later, he supposed.

He had felt very disgusted at the behaviour of Jan Grobbelaar. This was the ultra-loyal Field-cornet then! Stepha.n.u.s De la Rey, at any rate, had been an honest man, but Swaart Jan was a snake in the gra.s.s, and he, Jelf, had not hesitated to tell him so when he had ridden up beside Commandant Schoeman to demand the keys of the offices. But the little man had merely shown his tusks in a deprecating grin. "What would Mynheer have?" he said. "A man must march with his own countrymen. But Mynheer and he need be none the less friends for all that."

As a matter of fact, Jelf had no reason to complain of his treatment under the circ.u.mstances. He was a good-natured man and not unpopular among the Dutch farmers of his district, and now these showed him respect and consideration.

Schalkburg just then comprised another inmate, and that a personage not the least important in the unfolding of our narrative, namely, Aletta De la Rey. She was staying with some relatives, an old couple who had retired from farming, to settle in the township on their own _erf_; and she had been obliged to seek shelter with them because on reaching home she had found that all the family were away in the Free State--a fact which had not been known to her, partly owing to her sudden and unexpected homeward move, partly that, thanks to the war, communication was frequently interrupted and always uncertain. But, as it happened, she welcomed the discovery with a feeling of intense relief. She had shrunk in antic.i.p.ation from the questionings of her own family, now she would be spared these for a while longer. The Van Heerdens, her relatives, were a very old couple with hardly an idea outside their own _erf_ and the covers of the family Bible. They were not likely to bother her with inconvenient questions.

Poor Aletta! She had indeed gone through the fire since the day of that horrible discovery. What a bright Paradise had she been living in--and now? Her ideal vanished--her idol fallen and shattered--what more did life hold out for her! Ah, to think of it, this man who had been to her as a very G.o.d--who was not as other men--who had come into her life to take possession of it, and to whom she had surrendered, a willing, happy captive--for him to deceive her, to make her the victim of such a commonplace, petty form of deception! Surely that discovery had killed her love.

Why had he done it? It was so needless, so commonplace, so cruel! Why had he left her to endure the agony of apprehension on his account for days, for weeks--the while he was safe and sound within a few hours of her, carrying on this intrigue? She would rather--infinitely rather-- that that agony had met with its worst and fatal fulfilment, that he had been brought back to her dead. To think that he, her G.o.d, could stoop _so_ low, could place himself in such a contemptible, pitiable light before her. That look in his face as he met her glance--the startled shame and consternation at being found out--that would haunt her to her dying day.

Why had he ever professed love for herself? And having done so, why--if he had found such profession premature--did he not say so openly? It would have been a cruel insult; still she thought she could have borne it better. She had never grudged May Wenlock her bright physical attractions; indeed, she had recognised them openly and to the full.

She remembered how often they had laughed over old Tant' Plessis'

favourite saying as to May being the only English girl, and now she concluded that the old lady was not such a fool as they had supposed.