With Rifle and Bayonet Part 15

"Yes, that is what I shall do, Jack," Mrs Hunter replied. "I have friends at 'Maritzburg, and will join them to-morrow. Probably any wounded there may be--and I fear there will be many of them, poor fellows, before long--will be sent down there to the hospitals, and if so I shall occupy myself in nursing them. I have had some experience, and I dare say everyone willing to act the good Samaritan will be welcomed."

"Then I will take you down there, Mother," said Wilfred, "and after that will go with Jack if I may. Father told me it was more than probable that he would be ejected from the Transvaal before long, for he has no direct connection with the mines. In that case he will come south, and I shall wait here on the chance of his doing so. We shall hear from him before long, and if he is able to remain in Johannesburg I shall go across to Kimberley and join Jack."

"Very well, then, I shall expect you some day, but I think you will have to wait for the relieving force," Jack said. "Kimberley is already closely invested, I have no doubt, and you would have no chance of getting in, for you do not know the country. I do, however, and now that I have had such practice at long-distance riding, I shall slip in if I can, and then volunteer to carry despatches either south to De Aar, or north to Mafeking. Later on, if the town is not relieved--and a long siege seems to be expected,--I shall get out again, and see whether I cannot join one or other of the relieving-forces which are certain to be sent. For the present I shall rest here a little while."

Accordingly Jack made himself at home, and on the following day, when Wilfred and Mrs Hunter had departed, he turned out into the camp, and was not long in making friends with a number of young officers, and with some of the soldiers.

Ladysmith he found was much like other towns in the district. Its most prominent building was the Town Hall, round which there were cl.u.s.ters of stores and verandahed houses, mostly with tin roofs, which reflected the rays of the sun like a number of large mirrors. In and about the houses, and around the town, was a more or less treeless, open plain, while surrounding it on every side were ridges and mountains which had a most imposing effect.

Jack was soon in conversation with a young captain of the gunners, and with him he made a tour of the camps, thoroughly enjoying the sight of all the tents, wagons, and guns, and the hundreds of khaki-clothed soldiers bustling about in their shirt sleeves preparing the mid-day meal All seemed to be in the very cheeriest of spirits, and as Jack and his new friend pa.s.sed amongst them he heard many a laughing allusion to "Old Crujer" and the Boers.

In one corner of the camp a game of football was going on, and the combatants, selected from two of the British regiments, were playing in their shirt sleeves with as much keenness and energy as they would have displayed at home before a crowd of onlookers. Here, however, there were only a few officers watching the game, and a sprinkling of other "Tommies", smart, healthy-looking men, smoking their pipes and cigarettes, and making the most of the few days of ease which remained before a sterner struggle would demand all their strength and courage.

"Fine boys, aren't they!" remarked the captain. "They are never so happy as when they are kicking a football, or joining in some sort of sport. I dare say if we have to stay here very long we shall hold a gymkhana, a kind of athletic meeting on a large scale, and then Tommy is in his element. Ah, they are jolly good fellows, and it's a real pleasure to serve with them!"

Soon after this Jack said "Good-bye!" and returned to his hotel, where, after luncheon, he again turned in for a sleep, for he had ridden some four hundred miles in little more than a week, and still felt the effect of the fatigue.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE BATTLE OF GLENCOE.

When Jack came down to breakfast on the morning following the departure of Mrs Hunter and Wilfred for Pietermaritzburg, there was only one vacant place in the cramped little dining-room of the hotel, and on taking his seat he found himself face to face with a young fellow some three years older than himself, who was dressed in civilian riding-costume which closely resembled the khaki uniform worn by officers.

He was a jovial-looking fellow, with clean-shaven face, laughing eyes, and a head which was covered with closely-cropped red hair.

"Good morning!" he said, as Jack sat down. "It's not much of a breakfast this morning; but then what can you expect with so many of these l.u.s.ty officers about. They've eaten us out of house and home.

Well, they'll fight all the better. By the way, what are you?

Volunteer, Natal carbineer, or civilian? Excuse my asking, but I am a stranger here, and am anxious to get information."

"Then you have come to the wrong man this time," Jack answered with a smile. "I only arrived a day ago, and know simply nothing."

"In that case I dare say I shall be able to teach you then. My name's O'Farnel, Lord Edward O'Farnel, commonly known as 'Farney'. If we're both strangers we had better look round together."

"Delighted, I'm sure!" Jack exclaimed. "I was wondering what I should do with myself. I only came through from Johnny's Burg a few days ago, and before that I had ridden over from Kimberley; so you can understand I am a perfect stranger here."

"That was a long ride," said Lord O'Farnel. "Tell me about it, and what kind of an experience you had coming down. By all accounts some of the refugees had a terrible time of it."

Jack at once complied, and before the meal was over found himself on most friendly terms with the young lord who sat opposite him.

"Now tell me something about yourself," he said, when he had told O'Farnel how he had come down from Johannesburg, and how he had spent his time since arriving in Africa.

"Something about myself, is it?" replied his companion. "Well, there's very little. I'm twenty-two or thereabouts, Irish, and have no profession. Away back in good old Ireland I've a castle and a mansion, and any amount of acres which bring me in about twopence halfpenny a year. Ah, it's a fine place, and very good to look at, but ruination to keep up! I said 'Good-bye' to it three years ago, and since then I have been travelling round. Last year I went home for a week, thinking they'd be pleased to see me; but, bless your life, the old caretaker in the mansion was the only one who cared a jot. The others thought I had come for the rent, so the very next morning they had dug a grave in front of the hall-door and put an old black coffin near it with a notice on top, written in the best of Irish, advising me to clear out at once.

Pleasant fellows! They've quaint ways about them, but they are good-hearted all the same.

"I took their advice and left at once, and then came out here to see what I could do at the mines. But Kruger and his friends had upset everything, so I went south to Durban for a time, and when there was a talk of fun up here I took the train and came on the chance of seeing it. But how to do it is the next thing. What do you think, Somerton?"

"I am going back to Kimberley very soon," said Jack; "but if there is to be a struggle in this direction I shall stay for a time and join in if I can. I was told yesterday that volunteers are badly wanted, and that anyone could be taken for the Imperial Light Horse. But that would be more or less of a tie. I really don't see why we should not take part in all the fun as simple volunteers. Have you a rifle and a mount?"

"Yes, I have a good pony and the usual rifle," O'Farnel answered; "and what is more, my kit makes me practically the same as any of the volunteers. I have been here for the last week, and so can put you in the way of things. I know one of the officers in a regiment stationed here. Let us look him up. I dare say he could get whatever you want, and I should advise you to buy a suit of khaki and a pair of putties.

Then we will see whether we cannot go along with the troops."

Accordingly Jack and O'Farnel strolled across to one of the camps and were fortunate enough to find the officer of whom the latter had spoken.

"Hallo, Farney!" he exclaimed, as they stopped opposite his tent. "So you've come up here! I thought you were going to stay at Durban."

"No, I've got a restless fit on, Roper, and have come to see what is doing here. This is Jack Somerton, a friend of mine. By the way, he wants to get some kit. Can you help him?"

"I may be able to," answered Roper. "Come over to the quartermaster and we will see what he has to say." When they reached the quartermaster's stores, which were temporarily in a large tin house, they found that he had a complete kit to sell, one of the men having been killed on the way up to Ladysmith in a railway accident.

The clothes were just the right size for Jack, and he quickly became possessed of them.

"There," said Roper, as he handed them to Jack, "it's not exactly correct, you know. These should be sold by auction in the regiment.

But no one wants them, and you have paid more than they would have fetched at a sale."

"Now we want to know whether you can help us to see some of the fun,"

said O'Farnel. "We will volunteer for anything so long as it does not tie us down."

"Then I should advise your going farther north," said Roper. "Here you are not likely to come in for much, for the Free Staters compel us to keep on the watch. But General Symons is at Dundee, up towards the north of Natal, about thirty miles away, and if you go up there you are certain to see some fighting. He has 4000 men, and he will strike the first big blow. Look here, Farney, I'll give you a note to a fellow I know in the Hussars up there, and if there's to be a battle, he will see that you both have a share in it."

"Thanks, that will suit us capitally!" said Lord O'Farnel. "We'll start as soon as you can give me the note, for it would be an awful disappointment to arrive too late."

A few moments afterwards they returned to their hotel, where Jack discarded his shabby tweed suit and donned the khaki.

"There you are now," said Farney, looking quizzically at him. "You look just like the ordinary 'Tommy', and will do. My word, though, I thought what a quiet-looking fellow you were before; but now, what with the rifle and bayonet and that broad-brimmed hat, you look a regular mountebank! But come along. There is nothing to keep us, and we may as well start north at once."

Having paid their bills, Jack and his new friend, Farney, saddled up their ponies and took the road for Glencoe.

It was a long ride, but the road pa.s.sed through some wonderful bits of rugged scenery, and about half-way up they fell in with an ammunition column, with a small escort, and an officer who proved a perfect mine of information.

"Oh, yes!" he said, when Farney asked him, "there's going to be a big battle up this way within a very short time. We are stationed at Dundee to check the invasion. We cannot stop it, for I suppose there must be thirty to forty thousand Boers marching south, besides others threatening our communications with Ladysmith. But we are bound to make a stand somewhere, just to show the beggars that they cannot have things all their own way.

"I hear all the enemy came over the border on the evening of 11th October, and on Sat.u.r.day they were at Newcastle. Since then they have been pushing slowly south, while hundreds of wagons have followed them.

They mean business, do those Boers, and we shall have a pretty hard job to turn them out of Natal when reinforcements reach us."

"Then you think we shall have to retire?" said Jack.

"I'm sure," replied the officer. "Joubert is as cunning as a fox, and a clever soldier. He is marching in three columns. One came through Botha's Pa.s.s, close below Majuba. The centre one has pa.s.sed through Newcastle, and the third, on our right, is marching down the eastern border, and will no doubt make a dash to cut our communications. They are too many for us. We shall have a go at them, hammer them, and then retire to Ladysmith, where we shall entrench ourselves and wait for reinforcements, which will take some weeks to reach us.

"I suppose you fellows are going up as volunteers? There are lots more like you. If you have never been under fire, you will have that experience before long. It's not so bad after all. Keep cool, and take, advantage of every sc.r.a.p of cover. Keep an eye overhead, too, if you can. It is possible to dodge a sh.e.l.l, and the farther you can get away from it the better."

It was late on the evening of 19th October when Jack and Farney reached the British tents at Craigside Camp, between Dundee and Glencoe, and close against Talana Hill, which was to be the scene of the next day's battle.

A few enquiries soon brought them to the Hussar quarters, and having introduced themselves to Roper's friend, by means of his note, they were both able to get a shake-down in a tent near by for the night, as well as a good meal.

They had had a long and tiring ride, and were soon asleep, wrapped in the blankets which each one had carried strapped behind his saddle.

Just as daylight dawned on the following morning they were startled from their sleep by a succession of loud reports, followed in a few seconds by the screaming of several sh.e.l.ls overhead and by an explosion close at hand.