I picked up my hat and coat intending to see her safely, at any rate until within sight of her people.
"What"s your name?" I said, as we walked along, at first in silence.
"Iris."
"Iris--what?"
But before she could answer, two girls appeared round the pile of rocks, which we had nearly gained. They looked startled at seeing me, then scared, and no doubt I looked a little wild, for a rational white man walking along the beach in soaked and dripping clothes was not an everyday object. Then they advanced shyly and somewhat awkwardly, and it occurred to me that they did not look quite the equals in the social scale of my little friend.
The latter whispered to me, hurriedly and concernedly.
"Don"t tell them anything about me--about finding me as you did. I shall never be allowed to go into the water again. Don"t tell them.
Promise you won"t."
What could I do but give the required promise? Then the little one, with a hurried good-bye, skipped off to join the two, who were awaiting her--rather awkwardly--at a little distance off.
"Ungrateful little animal!" I thought to myself. "She would never have seen land again but for me--that"s as certain as that she"s on it now."
Child-like, her first thought had been for herself--smothering even the barest expression of thanks. I did not want to be thanked for saving her little life, still I thought she might have shown a trifle more appreciation, child though she was. And as I wended my way back, my clothes fast drying on me under the powerful rays of the midday sun, another and a meaner thought struck me, begotten, I hope, of my lonely and forlorn condition. I did not want grat.i.tude; still, the incident might have availed to make me friends of some sort in this strange and far away land, and of such I had none.
In a state of corresponding depression, I sat down to dinner. There were two other men present, rough specimens of the small agricultural cla.s.s, who performed marvellous feats of attempted knife swallowing; and as I divided my energies between keeping off the swarming flies and taking in the necessary sustenance, I began to wonder what on earth I should do to get a living until the two months necessary to hear from England had elapsed. Indeed, I began almost to regret my steady refusal of Captain Morrissey"s proffered loan; for that prince of good fellows had been really hurt because I had refused to borrow a ten pound note from him--which, he said, was most of what he had with him; but what did he want with money anyhow then, he urged, being on board ship all the time?
"Say, mister!" said a voice in my ear, accompanied by a characteristically familiar touch on the shoulder. "There"s a gentleman asking for you."
I looked up and beheld the frowzy, perspiring barkeeper, in his usual shirt-sleeves. A visitor for me? Why, Morrissey, of course--or was it the bank manager come to say he had thought better of his refusal, and I could open an account within modest limits right there? The grimy barkeeper seemed as an angel with a message as I followed him somewhat hastily to the front room. Then disappointment awaited. The room contained neither of these, but one stranger, and him I didn"t know from Adam.
CHAPTER SIX.
OF THE UNEXPECTED.
The stranger, who was looking out of the window, turned as I entered, and I saw a tall good-looking young fellow, some three or four years my junior.
"Don"t you know me?" he said, with a smile.
"I"m afraid I don"t," I answered, feeling thoroughly puzzled, and the thought flashed through my mind he must be some relative of the child I had rescued.
"I wondered if you would," he went on. "I"m Matterson--Brian Matterson.
We were at old w.a.n.kley"s together."
"By Jove! Why, so it is. I"m awfully glad to meet you. It"s small wonder if I didn"t know you again, Matterson. You were a youngster then, and it must be quite a dozen years ago, if not more."
"About that," he answered; and by this time we were "pump-handling" away like anything.
"How on earth did you find me out, though?" I asked. "I don"t know a soul in the land."
"That"s just it. I got on your spoor by the merest fluke. Was in at the bank this morning on business, and while I was yarning with Marshbanks I saw your card lying on the table. That made me skip, I can tell you, for I thought there couldn"t be two _Kenrick_ Holts; if it had been Tom or George, or any name like that, of course it wouldn"t have been so certain. Marshbanks said you had called on him not very long before me, and he was sorry to have to disappoint you, because you looked a decent sort of chap; but still, biz was biz."
"Oh, I don"t blame him in the least," I said. "I fully recognise that maxim myself."
"Well, I told him if you were the chap I thought, he need raise no further _indaba_ about accommodating you, because I"d take the responsibility. So we"ll stroll round presently and look him up, and put the thing all right."
"Awfully good of you, Matterson. In fact, you"ve no idea what running against you like this means to me, apart from the ordinary pleasure of meeting an old pal. Did the manager tell you how I got here?"
"Yes, and it struck me that a shipwrecked mariner leaving home suddenly like you did might have come, well--hum!--rather unprepared, so I lost no time in putting you right with Marshbanks. And now, what are your plans?"
"Why, to get back home again."
"I wouldn"t hurry about that if I were you. Why not come and stay with us a bit? The governor"ll be delighted, if you can put up with things a bit plain. We can show you a little of the country, and what life on a stock farm is like. A little in the way of sport too, though there"s a sight too many Kafirs round us for that to be as good as it ought."
"My dear chap, I shall be only too delighted. You can imagine how gay and festive I"ve been feeling, thrown up here like a stranded log, not knowing a living soul, and with seven pound nine and a halfpenny--and that already dipped into--for worldly wealth until I could hear from home."
"By Jove! Is that all? Well, it"s a good job I spotted your card on Marshbanks" table."
"Here, we"ll have a drink to our merry meeting," I said, rapping on the table by way of hailing the perspiring barman aforesaid. "What"s yours, Matterson?"
"Oh, a French and soda goes down as well as anything. Only, as this is my country, the drinks are mine too, Holt. So don"t put your hand in your pocket now. Here"s luck! Welcome to South Africa."
We had been schoolfellows together, as Brian Matterson had said, but the three or four years between our ages, though nothing now, had been everything then. I remembered him a quiet, rather melancholy sort of boy on his first arrival from his distant colonial home, and in his capacity of new boy had once or twice protected him from the rougher pranks of bigger fellows. But he had soon learned to take his own part, never having been any sort of a fool, and, possibly by reason of his earliest training, had turned out as good at games and athletics as many bigger and older fellows than himself. We had little enough to do with each other then by reason of the difference in our ages, yet we might have been the greatest chums if the genuine cordiality wherewith he now welcomed me here--in this, to me, distant and strange country--went for anything.
We strolled round to the bank, and the manager was full of apologies, but I wouldn"t hear any, telling him I quite understood his position, and would almost certainly have acted in the same way myself. Then, our business satisfactorily disposed of, Brian and I went round to a store or two to procure a little clothing and a trunk, for my wardrobe was somewhat scanty. But such things as I could procure would not have furnished good advertis.e.m.e.nts for a first-rate London tailor or hosier.
"Don"t you bother about that, Holt," Brian said. "You don"t want much in the way of clothes in our life. Fit doesn"t matter--wear and comfort"s everything." And I judged I could not do better than be guided by his experience.
We were to start early the next morning, and had nearly two days" drive before us. This was not their district town, Brian explained to me; indeed, it was the merest chance that he was down here at all, but his father and a neighbour or two had been trying the experiment of shipping their wool direct to England, and he had come down to attend to it. He was sending the waggons back almost empty, but we would return in his buggy. At my suggestion that my surprise visit might prove inconvenient to his people he simply laughed.
"We don"t bother about set invites in this country, Holt," he said.
"Our friends are always welcome, though of course they mustn"t expect the luxury of a first-cla.s.s English hotel. You won"t put us out, so make your mind quite easy as to that."
Late in the afternoon we parted. Brian was due to drive out to a farm eight or ten miles off--on business of a stock-dealing nature--and sleep, but it was arranged he should call for me in the morning any time after sunrise.
There is a superst.i.tion current to the effect that when things are at their worst they mend, and a.s.suredly this last experience of mine was a case confirming it. An hour or so ago here was I, stranded, a waif and a stray, upon a very distant sh.o.r.e, a stranger in a strange land, wondering what on earth I was going to do next, either to keep myself while in it or get out of it again. And now I had all unexpectedly found a friend, and was about to set forth with that friend upon a pleasure visit fraught with every delightful kind of novelty. There was one crumple in the rose-leaf, however. We were starting early the next morning, and I should have no opportunity of seeing Morrissey and my excellent friends of the _Kittiwake_ again. I went round to the agents, however, and inquired if there was no way of sending any note or message to the ship, and was disgusted to find that there was none that day.
The bar had risen again in the afternoon, and there was no prospect of any one from the shipping in the roadstead coming ash.o.r.e. So I left a note for the captain, expressing--well, a great deal more than I could ever have told in so many words.
I was up in good time next morning, and had just got outside of a muddy concoction whose princ.i.p.al flavour was wood-fire smoke, and was euphemistically termed coffee, when Brian Matterson drove up in a Cape cart.
"Hallo, Holt," he sang out. "You"re in training early. You see, with us a fellow has to turn out early, if only that everybody else does, even if he himself has nothing particular to do. Well, in this case I might have given you a little longer, because I"ve got to pick up a thing or two at the store, and it won"t be open just yet, and then my little sister"s coming to have a look at me at the pontoon by way of good-bye. She"s staying with some people down here at a seaside camp--I brought her down when I came four days ago--and wants to say good-bye, you know. She"s a dear little kid, and I wouldn"t disappoint her for anything. Now trot out your luggage, and we"ll splice it on behind."
We got hold of a sable myrmidon who was "boots" and general handyman about the place, a queer good-humoured aboriginal with his wool grown long and standing out like unravelled rope around his head, and having hauled out my new trunk, bound it on behind the trap with the regulation raw hide _reim_. Then we thought we might as well have some breakfast before starting, and did.
It was about seven o"clock when we started, but the sun"s rays were already manifest, even through the shelter of the canvas awning. The horses, a pair of flea-bitten roans, were not much to look at, being smallish, though st.u.r.dy and compact, but in hard condition, and up to any amount of work. We picked up some things at the store, and then it seemed to me we had hardly started before we pulled up again. There was the white of a sunshade by the roadside, and under it the flutter of a feminine dress. I recognised one of the girls who had come out to meet the little one to whose aid I had so opportunely come the day before, and--great heavens!--with her was my little friend herself.
"Hallo, Iris," sung out Brian Matterson. "Get up, now; I"ve got to take you back. Just had a note from Beryl to say you re to go back at once.
Jump up, now."
The little one laughed, showing a row of white teeth, and shook her pretty head.
"No fear," she replied. "Keep that yarn for next time, Brian." Then, catching sight of me, she started and stared, reduced to silence. The while I was conscious of being introduced to Miss Somebody or other, whose name I couldn"t for the life of me catch, and, judging from the stiff awkwardness wherewith she acknowledged the introduction, I was sure she could not catch mine. Then, in answer to some vehement signalling on the part of the child, Brian got down and went a little way with her apart, where the two seemed immersed in animated conversation, leaving me to inform the awkward girl that it was a fine morning and likely to continue hot, and to indulge in similar ba.n.a.lities.