The latter proceeded to make himself at home. Of course he was going to stay the evening, equally of course when we sat down to table he must needs plant himself on the other side of Beryl, and the only thing that kept him from entirely monopolising her was that he could not bring himself to allow the attention of any one else in the room to stray for many moments from himself, and as usual the conversation consisted of Trask, with an occasional monosyllable of a.s.sent or dissent interjected elsewhere. So hidebound was the self-complacency of Trask that even George found it profitless to cheek him with any effect, although in justice to George I am bound to say he tried his level best.
"What stay are you making, Holt?" brought out Trask, by way of varying the conversation.
Now this sort of query propounded to a guest right in the eye of his entertainers has always struck me as the very acme of idiotic tactlessness, and about on a par with asking an acquaintance of twenty minutes" standing whether he"s married. Yet nothing is more common to encounter than both forms of foolishness. But before I could frame an adequate reply Brian answered for me.
"He"s staying on altogether, Trask. We"re going to put him up to the ropes."
"Eh? Altogether? What? Going to fix up in this country then?"
I nodded, for I could not speak. I had just caught Brian"s eye, and the expression therein was too much for my feelings. I should have exploded had I attempted speech, for the blank astonishment on Trask"s face was too comical. He looked about as happy under the announcement as though somebody had just begun to open fire upon him with shrapnel. But he said something about "the more the merrier," which, I fear, was not a genuine expression of sentiment in the present instance.
"Pa.s.s the quince jam, please, Kenrick."
Clear and unconcerned rose Iris" voice. Every one stared, while Brian emitted a subdued whistle.
"Hullo, young woman, you"re getting on," he said.
The little girl grinned with mischievous delight, showing two extremely pretty rows of white teeth.
"Oh, it"s all right," she said. "We"ve arranged all that. He"s my big brother now, hey, Kenrick?"
"Why, certainly," I confirmed gravely, but with more inward merriment over Trask"s expression of countenance. Indeed, the possible implication conveyed by the statement was calculated to evolve some sensation all round. Even Brian looked puzzled for a moment, but only for a moment.
"And when did you confer that supreme honour upon him, Iris?" he said.
"This afternoon. He"s much too good a chap to go on mistering him,"
answered this impudent child, with a decisive nod of her pretty head.
"Anyhow, we"re not going to do it, are we, Beryl?"
"I say, Iris, you"re making me blush like the mischief, you know," I put in. "Well, it"s consoling to know that one"s trumpeter isn"t dead."
"Ha-ha-ha! May I ask, Miss Matterson, whether you are included in this newly formed--ha--fraternity?" said Trask in his most asinine tones; but then he was always a tactless fool.
"Call it the Confraternity of the Shipwrecked Mariners," said Brian, possibly in order to save Beryl the trouble of answering the idiotic question. And as though to render the diversion more complete still, something between an exclamation and a groan escaped from the master of the house at the other end of the table.
"Why, what is it, father?" cried Beryl, half starting up in alarm.
"Nothing, dear. Only this confounded rheumatism. Am all ache from head to foot. Sharper twinge than usual--couldn"t help singing out. Must have caught a chill on top of it."
"Father, you must go to bed at once," said Beryl decisively. "Brian and I will come and look after you."
"Well, I think I will. Good-night everybody. Trask, you"ll excuse me."
Septimus Matterson was, as he said, anything but well, and his early retirement rather put a damper on the evening from Trask"s point of view, especially as Beryl was out of the room looking after her father.
Moreover, Trask prided himself on his capacity for singing comic songs, which he accompanied himself, and, to give the devil his due, uncommonly well. But under the circ.u.mstances there was no demand for this form of entertainment to-night, and it was rather earlier than usual when we found ourselves alone together, he and I, for he had needed no pressure to be induced to stay the night, and had been allotted a shakedown in the same room with me.
Now, Trask was one of those men--of whom there are plenty, and women too--who are entirely different when there is no gallery to play to; in a word, Trask alone with one was entirely different to Trask showing off before a crowd, and in fact might have been taken for an ordinarily decent fellow, before you became alive to a little trick he had of engaging you in what would seem at the time quite an interesting conversation or discussion, only to reproduce with variations any idea you might so have expressed, in order to turn you into ridicule when he should next get an audience. But I, who had already experienced this idiosyncrasy, confined conversation with its exploiter to the merest commonplace, wherefore conversation soon languished. Trask was asleep, and I was just drowsing off, when a tap at the door and Brian"s voice started me wide awake again.
"What"s the row? Anything wrong?" I said.
"Wrong? Yes, very much wrong," was the answer, and striking a match he proceeded to light my candle.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
PURSUIT.
"The Kafirs have walked off the whole of the _bonte_ span and three horses," went on Brian.
"Is that all?" I said, intensely relieved.
"That all? Man alive! but those are our best trek oxen. A full span of sixteen. "That all"!"
"Oh, I don"t mean it that way. My first thought was that your father was worse. You know how seedy he was this evening."
"I see!" was the answer. "No, he"s no worse--fast asleep, in fact. I wouldn"t disturb him about this, but--Holt, we must go after them at once."
"Go after who?" interrupted Trask, sitting up and yawning, for we had been talking in a low tone and he had not awoke at once. "What"s the row, anyhow?"
Brian repeated what he had just been telling me. "The cheek of the brutes!" he went on. "Mind, this thing was done in broad daylight. I suppose they thought that as it was Sunday none of us would be about.
Dumela came upon the fresh spoor as he was out looking after that sick cow down in the kloof by Aasvogel Krautz. They simply collected them, and swept off the lot. In broad daylight, too."
"I"m your man, Matterson," said Trask, briskly, having nearly got into his clothes. "I"ll take a hand in this game."
"Thanks. I was going to ask you. George and Kleinbooi are getting up the horses now. We must start as soon as ever they are here."
"What gees have the n.i.g.g.e.rs taken, Brian?" I asked.
"Why, Beryl"s horse, Meerkat, for one, the bay colt, and the third"s uncertain."
Beryl"s horse! Here was an additional incentive to the undertaking, I thought.
"Dumela spoored them easily to Sand Drift," went on Brian, "and then it got too dark. If the old fool had come straight back at once and told us, we should have saved several hours; but not he. One of Stoffel Pexter"s people told him they"d seen three mounted Kafirs and two on foot go through just above the drift with a span of large _bonte_ oxen.
So we"d better go straight there and start on the spoor from there. One thing, we can"t miss it. It"s as broad as a waggon road."
"Think they"ll show fight if we come up with them, Brian?" I said.
"Don"t know. We"ll take our guns in case of accidents. John Kafir has more respect for an armed crowd than for an unarmed one. Now--if you fellows are ready, we"ll lose no time getting under way. They are bringing up the horses now," as a trampling was heard without. "Put a few extra cartridges in your pocket, Holt, while I find a shooter for Trask."
I came out on the stoep and--from another door so did Beryl.
"It"s too bad to rout you out of bed to start off like this on a midnight foray," she said.
The other two were inside, presumably arming. The fresh cool breaths of the midnight veldt, the circ.u.mstance of our projected undertaking, the knowledge that I was in a way rendering personal service to her who stood there, lent a curious dash of excitement and romance to the situation. The air was sharp, and the wrapper which she had thrown over her head framed and set forth the calm sweet face, and the l.u.s.trous eyes seemed to take on a softer expression in the starlight. I believe I nearly made a fool of myself then and there.
"Too bad?" I echoed. "Why, I would not have missed this for anything; especially as it holds out the additional attraction of being able to do something for you in particular."
She looked puzzled. "For me in particular," she repeated wonderingly.