Their manoeuvres were like clockwork. When one party advanced, another fired; and thus the long lines of infantry were ever firing, ever advancing upon the enemy"s position.
A battle fought under such conditions--which are rare enough in these days when the spade has become an even more important weapon than the rifle--is one of the most magnificent and impressive sights it is possible to see. One catches only glimpses, now and again, of fleeting, crouching figures, running from rock to rock, from cover to cover, appearing and disappearing like gnats in the light of the sun. And all the time a great roar of musketry rises to the heavens--a kind of interminable "crackling" sound, like that of green wood upon a fire, only a thousand times greater in volume and more continuous.
Above this the guns toll ceaselessly, shaking, as it seems, the very ground itself with a series of sullen "thuds", filling the atmosphere with great vibrations, drum-like echoes, and rolling clouds of smoke.
Jim Braid and Harry Urquhart stood side by side upon the parapet of the ancient, crumbling fort. As the G.o.ds of Olympus reviewed the struggles of the Greeks and the Trojans, so those two looked down upon the wide amphitheatre where the conflict was taking place, where men were marching shoulder to shoulder into the very jaws of death.
They could see both sides at once. They could see the Germans on the ridge, firing rapidly into the advancing British troops; they could see the British coming on and on, regardless of danger, heeding only the words of command shouted from line to line.
Far in rear, upon a hill-top, a heliograph blinked and flickered in the sun. There was the officer in command. Thence, by means of his signallers, he controlled the army at his feet, disposing his battalions as a player moves his chessmen on a board.
The two boys stood transfixed in bewilderment and admiration.
"Oh," cried Jim, "what wouldn"t I give to be there!"
His heart was with his own countrymen, the thin, khaki lines that were driving straight forward with the tenacity of a pack of hounds that hold the fox in view.
From either side gun after gun spoke in quick succession, until it was as if the world was only thunder and flashes of fire and clouds of yellow smoke. As often as each gun was fired it was loaded and fired again. The noise of the batteries was as persistent as the barking of a chained, infuriated dog.
And then from everywhere, from out of the gra.s.s, from behind the rocks, from little undulations in the ground, arose thousands of small khaki figures.
Their ranks were undisturbed; they were even as the staves upon a sheet of music. Line after line extended from one side of the valley to the other, and, in the rear of all, the helio still blinked and glittered, there where the brains of the machine were working the destruction of prophets of "Frightfulness", champions of World Dominion.
A bugle sounded in the air, its thin, piercing notes carrying far. Each of the boys experienced a thrill of pride and exultation, a sensation of sublime excitement, as the British lines answered the bugle with a charge.
Line after line, amid the thunder of the guns, swept up the ridge towards the enemy, the bayonets flashing, the bugle speaking again and again.
And then came a cheer that rent the air--a British cheer--howbeit from the throats of gallant Haussas--that drowned the musketry, that rose superior even to the constant growling of the guns.
Before that mad, headlong onslaught the enemy gave way. The Germans were swamped, as a tide carries away a castle on the sands. As one man, they broke and fled, panic-stricken and defeated.
CHAPTER XXIII--Attacked
As soon as they had collected their belongings and stores, they set about to leave the fort, pa.s.sing through the tunnel in single file, the guide leading the way and Harry Urquhart bringing up the rear.
By the time they entered the forest the afternoon was well advanced, the sun sinking in the heavens. They hoped to reach the British camp that night, but there was no question that darkness would overtake them long before they could do so.
There was little or nothing to fear. The soldiers had driven the Germans from the district. To all intents and purposes the German Cameroons was conquered, and the remnants of the enemy were returning in hot haste towards the Spanish territory to the east.
When Harry Urquhart and his three companions came forth from the entrance to the tunnel they found a heap of hot, charred wood upon the ground. There was no doubt that recently a fire had been burning, and that the picket that guarded the tunnel had retreated only at the eleventh hour.
During the earlier part of the night they traversed the valley, marching in a bee-line towards the bivouac fires of the British camp. They moved forward in the following order--Fernando went first, some distance behind him came Jim Braid and Peter Klein, and a greater distance in the rear was Harry Urquhart.
Harry had been walking for some time with his eyes fixed upon the ground. He was wondering what the end of all this strange business was to be.
He knew that von Hardenberg had stolen the Sunstone, that he carried it upon his person. It was Harry"s ambition, the very lodestone of his life, to recover the Sunstone for his uncle. It was von Hardenberg"s object to reach the Caves of Zoroaster, and possess himself of the treasure. This was the man"s only aim, for which he had proved that he was prepared to sacrifice his country and his honour.
As he walked, Harry was thinking of these things, when, on a sudden, there came a flash of fire, not ten paces to the right. He pulled up with a jerk, and heard a bullet sing past his head like some evil spirit in the darkness. Then there came a stinging sensation in the lobe of an ear, and a moment later he felt the warm blood flowing down his neck.
He saw a figure flying in the night, and with a loud cry took up the pursuit. A few seconds later he had flung himself upon a man who struggled in his grasp. On the instant each seized the other by the throat, and in the moonlight Harry recognized that he had come to death-grips with his cousin, Captain von Hardenberg himself.
No sooner was he aware who his opponent was than he saw at once that here was a chance to capture the Sunstone, and for that end he struggled with the desperation that means more than strength.
Placing one leg behind his adversary, and pressing with all his force upon his chest, he endeavoured to throw von Hardenberg backward. And even as he wrestled he felt the Sunstone, sewn in the lining of the Prussian"s coat.
Gradually von Hardenberg was forced backward, and then at last he fell, coming heavily to the ground. In his fall he struck his head against a rock, and after that he lay quite motionless and silent.
Harry could hear the footsteps of approaching men. On one hand Jim Braid and Fernando hastened to the boy"s a.s.sistance; on the other, the Black Dog came forward with rapidity.
As quick as thought Harry pulled out his pocketknife. He had but to rip open von Hardenberg"s coat and the Sunstone was his, their journey was at an end.
A sharp cut with the knife, a hand that trembled with excitement thrust through the opening, and Harry"s fingers closed upon the precious relic he had come so many miles to gain.
And, at that moment, a violent blow descended upon his head and stretched him senseless on the ground. The Arab sheikh had come to the a.s.sistance of his employer in the nick of time. His quick eyes had taken in the situation at a glance. He had seen the Sunstone in the hands of Harry Urquhart, and, lifting his rifle by the barrel, he had brought down the b.u.t.t upon the boy"s head.
For him to s.n.a.t.c.h up the Sunstone was the work of an instant. And a moment afterwards the Black Dog was flying in the night, carrying in his arms the unconscious body of von Hardenberg.
CHAPTER XXIV--The Caves
Fernando, bringing his rifle to his shoulder, fired a shot at random in the darkness. It was the last round they had. A laugh came back from the distance.
Without a word the guide put down his rifle on the ground and examined the wounded boy.
"He is stunned," said he. "He will recover presently."
So saying he lifted Harry in his arms and carried him a distance of about a hundred yards to a place where there was a small stream in the valley.
There he bathed the boy"s face and hands, washing the blood from the wound in his ear. Presently Harry recovered consciousness, sat up, and looked about him.
"Where am I?" he asked.
It took but a word to remind him of what had happened, and then he remembered that he had held the Sunstone in his grasp. He looked up at Jim and smiled.
"I was so near to capturing it," said he.
"We"ll get it yet, sir," answered Jim. "Just now I had the shock of my life. I thought you had been killed."
"I"m all right," answered Harry. "I feel dizzy; that"s all."
In a little time he was able to continue on his way. The bullet wound in his ear was nothing; it was scarcely painful.