The Kopje Garrison Part 17

He did not start when Lennox spoke to him this time, but swung himself deliberately round to face his questioner.

"Well," said the latter, "what did the colonel say?"

"He said it was a good thing, and that we should take our wagons, inspan, and be pa.s.sed through the lines to-night."

"Oh, come," said d.i.c.kenson; "that's good! One to us."

"Yes," grunted the Boer after puffing away; "he said it was very good, and that we were to go."

"Then, why in the name of common-sense don't you get ready and go instead of sitting here smoking and talking?"

"Oh, we know, the colonel and I," said the man quietly. "We talked it over with the major and captains and another, and we all said that the Boers would be looking sharp out in the first part of the night, expecting to be attacked; but as they were not they would settle down, and that it would be best to wait till half the night had pa.s.sed, and go then. There would be three hours' darkness, and that would be plenty of time to get well past the Boer laagers before the sun rose; so we are resting till then."

"That's right enough," said d.i.c.kenson, "so good-night, and luck go with you! Bring twice as many sheep this time."

"Yes, I know, captain," said the Boer. "And wheat and rice and coffee and sugar."

"Here, come along, Drew, old fellow; he's making my mouth water so dreadfully that I can't bear it."

"You will come and see us go?" said the Boer.

"No, thank you," replied d.i.c.kenson. "I hope to be sleeping like a sweet, innocent child.-You'll see them off, Drew?"

"No. I expect that they will be well on their way by the time I am roused up to visit posts.-Good-night, cornet. I hope to see you back safe."

"Oh yes, we shall be quite safe," said the man; "but perhaps it will be three or four days before we get back. Good-night, captains."

"Lieutenants!" cried d.i.c.kenson, and he took his comrade's arm, and they marched away to their quarters, heartily tired out, and ready to drop asleep on the instant as weary people really can.

Chapter Eight.

"Run, Sir, for your Life!"

"Eh? Yes. All right," cried Lennox, starting up, ready dressed as he was, to find himself half-blinded by the light of the lantern held close over him. "Time, sergeant?"

"Well, not quite, sir; but I want you to come and have a look at something."

"Something wrong?" cried the young officer, taking his sword and belt, which were handed to him by the non-com, and rapidly buckling up.

"Well, sir, I don't know about wrong; but it don't look right."

"What is it?"

"Stealing corn, I call it, sir; and it's being done in a horrid messy way, too."

"What! from the stores?"

"Yes, sir," said the man; "but come and look."

"Ready," said Lennox, taking out and examining his revolver, and then thrusting it back into its holster.

The next minute, after a glance at d.i.c.kenson, who was sleeping peacefully enough, Lennox was following the sergeant, whose dim lantern shed a curious-looking halo in the black darkness. Then as they pa.s.sed a sentry another idea flashed across the young officer's confused brain, brought forth by the sight of the guard, for on looking beyond the man there was no sign of the Boers' lantern hanging from the front bow of their wagon-tilts.

"What about the Boers?" he said sharply.

"Been gone about an hour, sir. I suppose it was all right? Captain Roby saw them start."

"Oh yes, it is quite right," said Lennox. "Now then, what about this corn? Some of the Kaffirs been at it?"

"What do you think, sir?" said the man, holding down the lantern to shed its light upon the ground, as they reached the open door of the store and showed a good sprinkling of the bright yellow grains scattered about to glisten in the pale light.

"Think? Well, it's plain enough," said Lennox. "Thieves have been here."

"Yes, sir. The open door took my notice at once. That chap ought to have seen it; but he didn't, or he'd have given the alarm."

"Go on," said Lennox, and he followed the man right into the barn-like building, to stop short in front of the first of the half-dozen or so of sacks at the end, this having been thrown down and cut right open, so that a quant.i.ty of the maize had gushed out and was running like fine shingle on to the floor.

"Kaffirs' work," said Lennox sharply.

"Well, sir, if I may give you my opinion I should say it was those Boers," said the sergeant gruffly.

"What!"

"Man must eat, sir, and it strikes me that they, in their easy-going way, thought it was as much theirs as ours, and helped theirselves to enough to last them till they could get more."

"Well, whoever has done it,"-began Lennox.

Then he stopped short, and took a step forward. "Here, sergeant," he cried, "hold the light higher."

This was done, and then the pair bent down quickly over the sacks, each uttering an angry e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n.

"Why, it's sheer mischief, sergeant," cried Lennox. "Done with a sharp knife evidently."

For the light now revealed something which the darkness had hitherto hidden from their notice. Another sack had been ripped up, apparently with a sharp knife, from top nearly to bottom. Another was in the same condition, and a little further investigation showed that every one had been cut, so that, on the farther side where all had been dark, there was a slope of the yellow grain which had flowed out, leaving the sacks one-third empty.

"Well, this is a rum go, sir," said the sergeant, scratching his head with his unoccupied hand. "They must have got a couple of sackfuls away."

"But why slit them up, when they could have shouldered a couple and carried them off?"

"Can't say, sir," said the sergeant.

Lennox turned back to the doorway, and his companion followed with the light.

"Hold it lower," said Lennox, and the man obeyed, showing the grain they had first noticed lying scattered about, while a little examination further showed the direction in which those who had carried it off had gone, leaving sign, as a tracker would call it, in the shape of a few grains which had fallen from the loads they carried.