Fix Bay'nets Part 55

Forward!"

Gedge started on the instant, talking to himself, as he felt that he ought still to maintain a soldierly silence.

"Quarter of a mile--eh? That's a good half, or I've failed in judging distance, after all, and turned out a reg'lar duller. Cheeky, though, to think I know better than my orficer. Dunno, though; I've done twice as much of it as he have.--Wonder whether them beggars have begun stalking us again. Dessay they have. Sure to. My! how I should like to look back! That's the worst o' being a swaddy on dooty. Your soul even don't seem to be your own. Never mind; orders is orders, and I'm straight for them rocks; but natur's natur', even if it's in a savage n.i.g.g.e.r with a firework-spark gun and a long knife. If those chaps don't come sneaking after us for a shot as soon as they've seen us on the move, I'm a Dutchman."

Bill Gedge was not a Dutchman, but East London to the backbone, and quite right; for, before he and the officer were a hundred yards on their way to take up new ground, first one and then another white-clothed figure came cautiously into the wide field of view, quite a mile away, but plainly seen in that wonderfully clear air, and came on in a half-stooping way, suggesting hungry wolves slinking steadily and surely along after their prey.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

A QUESTION OF HELMETS.

Bracy felt quite sure that they were being tracked, but he did not look round till they were well within the shelter of the rocks for which they aimed. Then, as soon as he could feel that he was certain of being un.o.bserved, he raised his head above one of the blocks, and took his gla.s.s to read more fully their position. For, in a long line, at intervals of some ten yards or so, the enemy was coming on, without a sign of haste, but in the quiet, determined way of those who know that they are following an absolute certainty, and that it is only a matter of time before their prey drops down at their mercy.

The day was gloriously bright, and the vast landscape of rock, forest, and gleaming water to their left, and the dazzling stretch of peak, snowfield, and glacier, with its many gradations of silver and delicious blue, on their right, presented a scene which the mind might have revelled in for hours. But Bracy saw nothing of Nature's beauties, for his attention was centred in the long line of tribes-men coming slowly on, their movements being so full of suggestion and offering themselves for easy reading.

Bracy closed his gla.s.s, and turned with wrinkled brow to Gedge, who took this as an invitation to give his opinion; and he went on at once, as if in answer to a few remarks from his officer.

"Yes, sir," he said; "it is a nice game, and no mistake. The cowards!

Look at 'em, sir. That's what they mean to do--come sneaking along after us, waiting for a chance to rush in and take a stroke, and then slipping off again before we can get a shot at 'em. That's what they think; but they're making the biggest mistake they over made in their lives. They don't know yet what one of our rifles can do."

"You think they mean to follow us up, Gedge?"

"That's it, sir. They'll hang about for a chance. These n.i.g.g.e.rs haven't got anything to do; so, when they see a chance of doing a bit of a job so as to get something, they give theirselves up to it and go on, spending days and weeks to get hold of what they could have got honestly in half the time. But, look here, sir."

"Yes," said Bracy, nodding, as his companion tapped his rifle. "We could keep them off by good shooting, Gedge, while it is light; but what about the darkness?"

"Yes; that's what bothers me, sir. They don't try the shooting then, but sets their guns on one side, and lakes to those long, sharp knives."

Bracy nodded again, and Gedge drew back, and began to make quick points with his rifle, acting as if the bayonet were fixed.

"That'll be it after dark, sir. Bay'net's more than a match for any knife in the dark."

"Yes," said Bracy; "but it means one of us to be always awake, and in such a journey as ours this will be distressing."

"Never mind, sir. We'll take double allowance of sleep first chance afterwards. Yes; I see, sir; that patch o' stones, one of which lies over o' one side--to the left."

"Forward!" said Bracy; and the spot indicated was reached, the short halt made, and they went on again, after noting that the enemy was slowly following on their track.

That seemed a day of days to Bracy, and interminably long and wearisome.

They kept along as near the edge of the snow as they could, and watched the two bodies of men to right and left till they were hidden by the inequalities of the ground; but they came into sight again and again.

About midday the two parties were seen to meet, and then come to a halt, about a mile from where Bracy and his companion crouched, as usual, in among some loose rocks, in the unenviable position of being between two fires, the enemy in the rear halting too, and making no effort to come to close quarters after the lesson they had learned about the long, thin, pencil-like bullets sent whistling from Gedge's rifle.

"Can you make out what they are doing, sir?" asked Gedge.

"Sitting together, and I think eating."

"That's what you said the others were doing, sir."

"Yes."

"Then wouldn't it be a good time for us to be having a refresher, sir?"

"Very good time indeed, Gedge, if you can eat," said Bracy meaningly.

"If I can eat, sir?" said Gedge, turning over his officer's words.

"Why, sir, I feel famished. Don't you?"

"No," said Bracy sadly. "I suppose the anxiety has taken away my appet.i.te."

"But you must eat, sir. Make your load lighter, too. There are times when I feel as if I should like to eat all I want, and then chuck all the rest away. One don't seem to want anything but cartridges; but then, you see, sir, one does, or else the works won't go. I'm wonderful like a watch, I am--I want winding up reg'lar, and then I go very tidy; but if I'm not wound up to time I runs down and turns faint and queer, and about the biggest coward as ever shouldered a rifle. I'm just no use at all, not even to run away, for I ain't got no strength. Yes, sir, that's how it is: I must be wound up as much as a Waterbury watch, and wittles is the key."

"Go on, then," said Bracy, smiling; "wind yourself up, Gedge, and I'll do the same."

"Thank ye, sir; that's done me no end o' good," cried the lad, brightening up. "You've give me a reg'lar good appet.i.te now."

Gedge proceeded to prove this fact at once, and his words and the example set him had the effect of making his leader begin to eat a few mouthfuls, these leading to more; and at the end of a minute or two both were heartily enjoying their repast, although the prospect before them seemed to promise that this would be the last meal of which they would partake.

As they watched the enemy in front and rear they could only come to the conclusion that it was as impossible to continue their journey as it was to retreat. There was the open north to the left of their intended course, but as far as they could make out it was impa.s.sable. By stern endeavour they felt that they might in time wade through the deep snow and reach the mountains; but, as far as they could judge, farther progress in the way of striking through them, and then turning round to their right, was not possible without the aid of ice-axe and rope. And again, there was the less mountainous part of the country across the side valley they had traversed, and where they might climb the ridge and make a circuit to the left; but that course would probably lead them more amongst the encampments of the enemy besieging the fort; and they had hardly begun discussing this course when Gedge exclaimed:

"Take your spy-gla.s.s, sir. There's game or something on the move over yonder to the south."

"A strong body of men, Gedge," said Bracy decisively. "The country's alive with the wretches, and these are evidently going to join those in our valley."

"Hard lines for the two Colonels and our poor lads, sir," said Gedge, with his face puckering up. "If it wasn't for orders I wouldn't mind them beggars behind; we'd get through them somehow, for it would be far better to go at 'em sharp and have it out, so that it might end one way or t'other, than keep creeping on here, never knowing when they may make a rush."

"I feel the same, Gedge," said Bracy firmly; "but we have our orders, and that mountain we must reach by night."

"Right, sir; I'm not grumbling; we're a-going to do it; but don't it seem rum? Only the other day the place was empty everywhere, and it was just as if the enemy had all been shot and buried theirselves, while when you gents went out shooting, and the Colonel sent out little parties to scout and cover you coming back, in case the n.i.g.g.e.rs showed, we went about over and over again, and never see a soul. And now, just because you've got to take word to the Ghoorkha Colonel that we want help, all of 'em have turned out so as to send us back to our quarters."

Bracy let his companion chatter on; but he was actively busy the while with his gla.s.s, which gave him a clear picture in miniature of every movement of their pursuers, at the same time convincing him that neither the enemy in front, nor those, perfectly plain now on the ridge across the little valley, were aware of their presence.

"We must be getting on, Gedge," he said at last; "the enemy behind is on the move, and they are opening out to the left."

"That means getting down to the hollow yonder, sir, to come upon our flank or cut us off. Oh! don't I wish you could detach a party skirmishing, ready to counter upon them and send 'em back; but the force aren't strong enough, sir. You see, you want me to form the reserve."

Bracy smiled, and once more they stepped out, making for patch after patch of rocks, the more boldly now that they saw the enemy in front was crossing their intended track as if to get to the ridge on the other side of the valley, and form a junction with the men there.

"Double!" said Bracy suddenly; and they trotted now wherever the ground would allow of such a way of progressing, and in the hope of getting well forward; but, to their disgust, it was to find that their indefatigable pursuers imitated every movement, running when they ran, and settling down again to a walk as soon as they slowed.

And so the afternoon wore on, with the position in the rear unchanged, but the front clearing as the sun sank lower in the west.

"There's a more hopeful lookout yonder, Gedge," said Bracy, "but these scoundrels seem more determined than ever."

"That's right, sir; and the worst of it is they won't come, within shot.

They're waiting for the dark. That's their game. Couldn't we steal a march on 'em somehow, sir? for this is getting a bit stupid."

"We can steal the march as soon as it's dark," replied Bracy. "I have been thinking of that; but then there is the difficulty of getting along in this rough place, and we may be getting out of the frying-pan into the fire."