Tales from the Veld Part 32

"To warn people ahead. You see," with a slight movement of the eyelids, "I travel so fast that I am obliged to herald my approach."

"Better carry a trumpet," growled Abe. "Well, ring along."

"You are doubtless aware," continued the stranger, with a keen look at the old man, "that snakes are sensitive to the influence of music."

"I've marked that circ.u.mstance," said Abe, with a lingering on the word.

"Why there's a snake in our Chapel as beats time to the 'Ole Hundred,'

and many a time I've--"

"Oh! shut up," said Long Jim. "You were saying, sir--"

"My bell," continued the stranger, speaking more rapidly and keeping his eye on Abe, "has a most melodious tinkle, and on the second occasion of my visit to the house I have mentioned I noticed just at the elbow bend what appeared to be the head and neck of a large snake thrust out from the bush. On my next visit I observed the same spot more carefully, and saw that I had not been mistaken. On three separate occasions that snake was there, evidently attracted by the music of the bell."

"Why--" began Abe.

"I understand what you mean," exclaimed the stranger. "Why did I not stop? Because I was travelling too fast; and whenever I returned up the hill, going naturally slower, I could never see the slightest trace of the snake. To come to the climax, this morning I sounded the bell as usual, and on nearing the bend I saw that there were two snakes, and that one of them, in order probably to hear the music more distinctly, had glided partly into the road with his head raised about three feet.

To take the bend I was obliged to keep on the outer edge, which brought me closer to the snake than I could wish--and evidently too close for his comfort--for as I whizzed by he lost his presence of mind, and, instead of retreating, advanced, with the result that his head and neck went through the spokes of the front wheel."

"Front wheel!" said Abe with a snap.

"Certainly--the front wheel of the bicycle."

"A bysticle!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Abe, with a snort of disgust that would have sent us into an explosion of laughter if we had not been too much absorbed in the story.

"Of course, the revolution of the wheel swung the remainder of the body clear of the bush, and the tail whizzed by my head. To my fear and horror, the next instant my left wrist was seized as in a grasp of iron by the tail. The head, after one or two sickening thuds on the hard road, which must have temporarily stunned the creature, slipped out on the left side, when the momentum of the wheel immediately strung the entire body straight out behind me, where it streamed with all its twenty pounds weight acting as a brake."

"A brake?" said Long Jim.

"Yes, sir. As the tail seized my wrist, the curve of it took a bend also round the handle bar. To that circ.u.mstance I owe my life. The slackening in the speed of the machine, over which I had lost control, owing to the dead weight of the serpent, prevented what would most certainly have been a fatal smash among the boulders in the river bed.

As it was, the bicycle narrowly missed a large rock, and ran straight into deep water, where it was, of course, brought to a stop. You notice that my clothes are wringing wet still. I was, of course, thrown out of the saddle by the jerk of the sudden stoppage, but as my wrist was manacled to the handle bar I was in danger of suffocation by drowning."

The stranger paused, and Abe observed him with an admiring glance.

"How did you escape?" asked Long Jim.

"Why, sir, owing to the grat.i.tude of that serpent. The cold bath revived him, and when he realised the situation, he swam ash.o.r.e and drew me out with the machine. Yes, gentlemen, I a.s.sure you that was the case. Then he unwound his tail and moved his wounded head, while regarding me with a bright, but rather disconcerting, stare. I realised in a flash what he was waiting for, and I rang the bell for five minutes, when he slowly moved off into the wood, looking very sick from the severe bashing. I do not ask you to believe the story, gentlemen, but I am convinced that if the next time you come down Blaauw Krantz on a bicycle you ring your bell you will credit me with keeping to the exact facts."

"That beats your yarns, Abe Pike," said Si Amos, who had often been the b.u.t.t of the old man; "beats them to smithers."

"Jest does, and no mistake," said Long Jim.

"Why, Abe couldn't tell a story like that, with 'circ.u.mstance' in it, to save his life," said a third.

Abe shook his head sadly, and left the store, the stranger bidding him good-bye very politely, then turning to join in the laugh. He was a very pleasant young fellow, and he received our open flattery with a quite affable air.

Old Abe, however, had not retired vanquished from the scene. When we trooped out of the store we saw him lost in solemn contemplation of the stranger's bicycle.

"A good horse, is it not?" said the stranger slyly. "Like to mount?"

"Sir," said Abe, "allow an old man to shake hands with you. I'm thankful for your offer, but I won't mount now." The boys laughed.

"No, sir, not now; but, if you're coming down Blaauw Krantz next Sat.u.r.day week I'll meet you at the top and ride down."

"Can you manage a bicycle?"

"I can't now; but I'll larn. Is it a go?"

"Let him," said Long Jim, "and we'll all be at the bottom to pick him up."

The stranger at last consented, very reluctantly; and it was agreed that on the day named we should be at the "drift". Abe disappeared for several days, returning at the end of that time with several scratches on his hands and a decided stiffness in his legs. He would say nothing to satisfy our curiosity beyond the simple remark that he had been "Larning to steer a lightning wheel-barrer down a hill."

On the appointed day, having satisfied ourselves that Abe Pike meant to stick to his contract, we all rode off to the "drift" to await the descent and pick up the pieces.

The stranger kept up his side of the agreement; and, as it turned out, he gave up his machine into the shaky control of Uncle Abe, after much advice upon the art of steering round a corner on a slope.

Precisely at noon we heard, far up the hill, coming out of the dense wood which hid the road and the curve from our view, the silver tinkle of a bell rung continuously. Clear and sharp the sound came to us as we waited in silence, for the s.p.a.ce of a minute, growing louder, till suddenly it ceased. After waiting a minute we all mounted and galloped up. At the great elbow bend we saw the stranger tearing down on foot, but there was no sign of Abe or of the machine.

On the road, however, there was the track of the wheel in the dust--a track that faded away up the road, but stopped short at the bend.

"Where the blazes!" said Long Jim, looking around and up into the sky.

"What's that in the trees?" said Si, pointing down into the forest below the bend.

"It's my cycle!" gasped the stranger, as he came up. "What a mad fool I was to let him ride."

"d.a.m.n your cycle!" said Jim; "where's the old man?"

We peered over the edge, and saw him in a thicket blinking up at us.

We had him out and up in no time, while two men climbed the tree to recover the machine, the stranger dancing about as if he were on hot bricks.

"Is it injured?" he kept on crying.

"Injured be blowed," growled Si Amos; "it'll be injured sharp enough if the old man's hurt."

"Who said I was hurt," said Abe suddenly, sitting up and feeling his body. "I'm all right; but, boys, my sakes, you'll never b'lieve me, never!"

"What's happened? Are you all right? Sure?"

Abe slowly rose and felt himself. "Yes. You listen," he said, solemnly. "The stranger's right about them snakes--dead right."

"It's no time to joke," said the stranger, looking ruefully at the bent spokes and twisted handle bar.

"You're right there; no man would joke who's jest escaped from death.

No, sir; I tell you, jes' as I came to this yer bend I looked out for the snake, but instead of the snake I seed--and my heart jumped into my throat at the sight--a thick rope stretched right across the road from the bank on this side to the tree on the other, raised about two feet from the level. The next instant I went smash into it."

"Who could have done that trick?" said Long Jim, with a dangerous look.

"The snake," said Abe, with a croak.