CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
DAYLIGHT.
Dyke's first movement was back into the house, and to put up the baracross the closed door, his heart beating violently; his next, to watchthe little window, and stand there with his double gun, ready to send acouple of shots at the brute's muzzle, when it tried to get in, as hefelt sure that it would.
A minute--two minutes--passed, but he heard nothing, though he did notfeel surprised at this, for he knew from experience the soft velvety wayin which the animals would creep up after their prey. At any moment hefelt that the great, cat-like head and paws would appear at the opening,which would just be big enough for creeping through; and unless his twoshots killed or wounded desperately, he knew that his fate was sealed.
"I must be firm, and not nervous, or I shall miss," he said to himself;but how was he to be firm when gazing wildly at that narrow opening,momentarily expecting to feel the puff of hot breath from the savagebrute's jaws, and be face to face with the terrible danger?
He knew he must be firm, and not lose his nerve; but how could he masterhis senses at a time when he was watching that grey opening, with hiseyes beginning to swim, and the cold perspiration gathering upon hisforehead?
All at once there was a sound behind him, and he swung round, fullybelieving that the stealthy creature had bounded on to the roof, and wasabout to try to obtain entrance down through the big, low, granite-builtchimney, which had been made for cooking purposes, but never used.
"You wretch! how you startled me," muttered Dyke, as he saw that the doghad caused his alarm by making a bound toward the door, with the thickhair about its neck standing up in a bristling way, as it snuffled aboutthe bottom of the entry, and then uttered a low whine, and looked up atits master, who felt that the lioness must be there.
Dyke turned to the window again, annoyed with his want of firmness,feeling now that if the enemy had tried to take him in the rear likethat, he must have heard the bound up on to the iron roof.
Resuming his watchful position by the window, he waited again, and nowas he stood, with every nerve on the strain, he began to feel that theinaction and suspense were more painful than trying to attack; so takinga long, deep breath, he advanced closer to the window, with finger ontrigger, ready to fire on the instant.
Closer and closer, and now resting the barrels on the sill, graduallyprotruding the gun muzzle a little, till he could look out between theopen wooden bars, unglazed for the sake of coolness, a small shutterstanding against the side below.
It was a cautious piece of reconnoitring, but from his position he couldsee very little. There was the kopje, and the sky beginning to flamegolden; but there was plenty of room for the lioness to be crouchingbeneath the window unseen, or on either side close up to the wall, wherehe could not get a view without thrusting out head and shoulders, and soplacing himself in position for the enemy to make one lightning-like dabat him with the claw-armed paw, and drag him out as a cat would a mouse.
Dyke drew back a little, and waited, listening to the neighing of one ofthe horses, which started the remaining cows into a long, protestingbellow, as the poor beasts asked to be relieved of their load of milk.
Then the boy's heart started beating again violently, for he felt thatthe moment for action was fast approaching, if not at hand. He startedround listening, and as he did, he saw that the place was fairly lit upnow, and Emson's face stood out clearly as he lay peacefully asleep.
Duke snuffled at the crack at the bottom of the door, and uttered anuneasy growl; while, plainly enough to be heard now, there was astealthy step, passing along beside the building, and making for theback.
"Safe there!" thought Dyke; and the dog uttered his uneasy growl, whilehis master listened intently for the creature's return.
And now that the peril seemed to be so close, Dyke's nerve grew firmer,and ready to fire as soon as the lioness came round the other way, as hefelt sure she would, he encouraged himself with the thought that if hewere only steady, he could not miss.
He was not long kept waiting. There was the stealthy, soft step again,and the sound of the animal's side brushing lightly against thecorrugated iron wall. But, to the overturning of the boy'sexpectations, the sounds were not continued round from the back towardthe window, but in the same direction as that in which they hadpreviously been heard.
Duke uttered a low, muttering growl, and glanced round at his master,thrusting his nose again to the bottom of the door, where the stealthypace ceased, and there was the sound as of the beast passing its muzzleover the door.
The dog uttered a loud bark, and Dyke presented the muzzle of the gun,half prepared to fire through the boards, but raised it, with his facewrinkling up from a mingling of annoyance, surprise, and amusement, forin answer to the dog's sharp bark, came:
"Ah-ah-ah-ah! Wanter bucket: milk."
"Tant!" cried Dyke, laying his hand on the bar. "Mind! there is alion," he said, as he opened the door cautiously.
"Eh? Eat a lot. Eat cow."
The woman, who seemed to have suddenly remembered a great deal ofEnglish, smiled blandly, and took hold of the dog's muzzle, as Dukeraised himself on his hind-legs and placed his paws on her chest.
"Did you see the lion?"
"Yes; no hurt," said Tanta pleasantly. "Too much eat. Baas Joe die?"
"No!" cried Dyke, angrily, annoyed with the woman, and against himselffor his unnecessary fear. "But what do you want?"
"Milk cow--say moo-ooo!"
She produced a capital imitation of the animal's lowing, and laughedmerrily as it was answered from the shed.
"Only one cow. Lion eat much."
"Oh yes, I know all about that," cried Dyke; "but I thought you hadgone."
"Jack take away. No top. Jack tief."
"Yes, I know that; but do you mean Jack made you go away?"
The woman nodded.
"No top. Come back along, baas. Make fire, make cake, make milk."
"Make yourself useful, eh?" cried Dyke, to whom the woman's presence wasa wonderful relief.
"Come top baas."
Tanta Sal picked up one of the buckets standing just inside the door,and nodded as she turned to go.
"Look here!" cried Dyke; "you can stay, but I'm not going to have Jackback."
"No! no!" cried the woman fiercely; and banging down the bucket, shewent through a pantomime, in which she took Dyke's hand and placed itupon the back of her woolly head, so that he might feel an enormous lumpin one place, a cut in another; and then with wondrous activity wentthrough a scene in which she appeared to have a struggle with somepersonage, and ended by getting whoever it was down, kneeling upon hischest, and punching his head in the most furious way.
"Jack tief!" she cried, as she rose panting, and took up the pail.
"Yes, I understand," said Dyke; "but you must not go near the cow. Thatlioness is there."
The woman laughed.
"Baas shoot gun," she said.
Dyke carefully took out and examined the cartridges in his piece,replaced them, and went forth with the woman, the dog bounding beforethem, but only to be ordered to heel, growling ominously, as they camein sight of the lioness, crouching in precisely the same position, andbeginning now fiercely to show her teeth. Then, as Dyke presented hispiece, she made an effort to rise, but sank down again, and draggedherself slowly toward them, snarling savagely.
And now Dyke saw what was wrong. His bullet, which he had fired in thenight, had taken terrible effect. The brute had made one bound afterbeing struck, and crashed through the fence, to lie afterwardscompletely paralysed in the hind-quarters, so that a carefully-directedshot now quite ended her mischievous career, for she uttered one furioussnarl, clawing a little with her forepaws, and then rolled over dead,close to the unfortunate cow she had dragged down and torn in the mosthorrible way.
Tanta ran up and kicked the dead lioness, and then burst out with atorrent of evidently insulting language in her own tongue; after whichshe went, as if
nothing had happened, to where the remaining cow stoodlowing impatiently, and proceeded to milk her in the coolest way.
Dyke examined the dead beast, and thought he should like the skin, whichwas in beautiful condition; but he had plenty of other things to thinkof, and hurried back to the house, followed by Duke, to see how hisbrother was.
There was no change: Emson was sleeping; and, reloading his piece, theboy went out once more to see to the ostriches, which seemed in a sorrycondition, and as he fed them, he felt as if he would like to set themelancholy-looking creatures free.
"But Joe wouldn't like it when he gets better," thought Dyke; and atlast he returned to the house to find a pail half full of milk standingat the door, while the smoke rising from behind the building showed thatTanta had lit a fire.
The boy's spirits rose, for the misery and solitude of his position didnot seem so bad now, and on walking round to the front of the shed-likelodge, he found the woman ready to look up laughingly, as she kneaded upsome meal for a cake.
"Where did you get that?" cried Dyke.
"Wagon," said the woman promptly. "Jack get mealie wagon. Jack tief.Tanta Sal get mealie for baas."
"Yes, that's right; but you should ask me. But, look here, Tant, Jackshan't come here. You understand?"
"Jack tief," cried the woman angrily, and jumping up from her knees sheran into the lodge, and came back with an old wagon wheel spoke in herfloury hands, flourished it about, and made some fierce blows.
"Dat for Jack," she said, laughing, nodding, and then putting the stoutcudgel back again, and returning to go on preparing the cake forbreakfast, the kettle being already hanging in its place.
Dyke nodded and went away, and in an hour's time he was seated at a mealat which there was hot bread and milk, fried bacon and eggs, and aglorious feeling of hope in his breast; for poor Emson, as he lay there,had eaten and drunk all that was given him, and was sleeping once more.
"Bother the old ostriches!" cried Dyke, as he looked down eagerly at thesick man. "We can soon get some more, or do something else. We shan'tstarve. You're mending fast, Joe, or you couldn't have eaten like that;and if you get well, what does it matter about anything else? Only youmight look at a fellow as if you knew him, and just say a few words."
Emson made no sign; but his brother was in the best of spirits, andfound himself whistling while he was feeding the ostriches, starting up,though, in alarm as a shadow fell upon the ground beside him.
But it was only Tanta Sal, who looked at him, smiling the while.
"Jack tief," she said; "teal mealie."
"Yes, I know," cried Dyke, nodding.
"Jack tief," said Tanta again. "Kill, hit stritch."
"What!" cried Dyke.
"Tant feed. Jack knock kopf."
"What! Jack knock the young ostriches on the head?"
"Ooomps!" grunted the woman, and picking up a stone, she took hold ofthe neck of an imaginary young ostrich, and gave it a thump on the headwith the stone, then looked up at Dyke and laughed.
"The beast!" he cried indignantly.
"Ooomps! Jack tief."
Tanta looked sharply round, then ran to where some ostrich bones lay,picked clean by the ants, and stooping down, took something from theground, and ran back to hand Dyke the skull of a young bird, pointingwith one black finger at a dint in the bone.
"Jack," she said laconically--"Jack no want stritch."
"No wonder our young birds didn't live," thought Dyke. Then to thewoman, as he pointed to the skull: "Find another one!"
Tanta nodded, showed her white teeth, ran off, and returned in a fewminutes with two, Dyke having in the meantime found a skull with thesame mark upon it, the bone dinted in as if by a round stone.
Both of those the woman brought were in the same condition, and shepicked up a good-sized pebble and tapped it against the depression,showing that the injury must have been done in that way.
"Yes, that's it, sure enough," said Dyke thoughtfully; "and we knew nobetter, but fancied that it was disease."
He looked glum and disappointed for a few moments, and then brightenedas he took the gun from where he had stood it against a fence.
"Look," he said, tapping it. "If Jack comes, I'll shoot;" and he addedto himself: "I will too. I'll pepper him with the smallest shot I'vegot."
"Yes; ooomps," said the woman, nodding her head approvingly; "Jack sayBaas Joe die. Have all mealie, all cow, all bull-bull, all everyting.--Baas Joe not go die?"
"No."
"No," assented the woman, smiling. "Tanta top. Tant don't want um anymore. Tief. Shoot Jack. No kill."
"Oh no! I won't kill him; but don't let him come here again."
Dyke went back to the house in the highest of spirits.
"It's all right," he said to himself. "We know now why the ostrichesdidn't get on. Nice sort of disease that. Oh! I do wish I had caughtthe nigger at it. But never mind, Joe's getting on; and as soon as Ican leave him, I'll hunt out some more nests, and we'll begin all overagain, and--"
The boy stopped just inside the door, trembling, for as he appeared, thevery ghost of a voice whispered feebly:
"That you, little un? How long you have been." The next moment Dykewas on his knees by the rough couch, holding one of the thin hands inhis and trying to speak; but it was as if something had seized him bythe throat, for not a word would come.