"Your master wishes to thank you for your help in a dark hour, Footsack, and I wish to congratulate you all upon the swiftness of your feet," I said in Dutch.
"Oh! Baas, the Basutos were many and their spears are sharp," he began apologetically.
"Be silent, you running dog," I said, "and go help your master to dismount."
Then we went through the gate, Ans...o...b.. leaning on my shoulder and on that of Mr. Marnham, and up the path which was bordered with fences of the monthly rose, towards the house. Really this was almost as charming to look at near at hand as it had been from far away. Of course the whole thing was crude in detail. Rough, half-shaped blocks of marble from the neighbouring quarry had been built into walls and columns. Nothing was finished, and considered bit by bit all was coa.r.s.e and ugly. Yet the general effect was beautiful because it was an effect of design, the picture of an artist who did not fully understand the technicalities of painting, the work of a great writer who had as yet no proper skill in words. Never did I see a small building that struck me more. But then what experience have I of buildings, and, as Ans...o...b.. reminded me afterwards, it was but a copy of something designed when the world was young, or rather when civilization was young, and man new risen from the infinite ages of savagery, saw beauty in his dreams and tried to symbolize it in shapes of stone.
We came to the broad stoep, to which several rough blocks of marble served as steps. On it in a long chair made of native wood and seated with hide rimpis, sat or rather lolled a man in a dressing-gown who was reading a book. He raised himself as we came and the light of the sun, for the verandah faced to the east, shone full upon his face, so that I saw him well. It was that of a man of something under forty years of age, dark, powerful, and weary-not a good face, I thought. Indeed, it gave me the impression of one who had allowed the evil which exists in the nature of all of us to become his master, or had even encouraged it to do so.
In the Psalms and elsewhere we are always reading of the righteous and the unrighteous until those terms grow wearisome. It is only of late years that I have discovered, or think that I have discovered, what they mean. Our lives cannot be judged by our deeds; they must be judged by our desires or rather by our moral att.i.tude. It is not what we do so much as what we try to do that counts in the formation of character. All fall short, all fail, but in the end those who seek to climb out of the pit, those who strive, however vainly, to fashion failure to success, are, by comparison, the righteous, while those who are content to wallow in our native mire and to glut themselves with the daily bread of vice, are the unrighteous. To turn our backs thereon wilfully and without cause, is the real unforgiveable sin against the Spirit. At least that is the best definition of the problem at which I in my simplicity can arrive.
Such thoughts have often occurred to me in considering the character of Dr. Rodd and some others whom I have known; indeed the germ of them arose in my mind which, being wearied at the time and therefore somewhat vacant, was perhaps the more open to external impressions, as I looked upon the face of this stranger on the stoep. Moreover, as I am proud to record, I did not judge him altogether wrongly. He was a blackguard who, under other influences or with a few added grains of self-restraint and of the power of recovery, might have become a good or even a saintly man. But by some malice of Fate or some evil inheritance from an unknown past, those grains were lacking, and therefore he went not up but down the hill.
"Case for you, Rodd," called out Marnham.
"Indeed," he answered, getting to his feet and speaking in a full voice, which, like his partner"s, was that of an educated Englishman. "What"s the matter. Horse accident?"
Then we were introduced, and Ans...o...b.. began to explain his injury.
"Um!" said the doctor, studying him with dark eyes. "Kaffir bullet through the foot some days ago. Ought to be attended to at once. Also you look pretty done, so don"t tire yourself with the story, which I can get from Mr. Quatermain. Come and lie down and I"ll have a look at you while they are cooking breakfast."
Then he guided us to a room of which the double French windows opened on to the stoep, a very pretty room with two beds in it. Making Ans...o...b.. lie down on one of these he turned up his trouser, undid my rough bandage and examined the wound.
"Painful?" he asked.
"Very," answered Ans...o...b.., "right up to the thigh."
After this he drew off the nether garments and made a further examination.
"Um," he said again, "I must syringe this out. Stay still while I get some stuff."
I followed him from the room, and when we were out of hearing on the stoep inquired what he thought. I did not like the look of that leg.
"It is very bad," he answered, "so bad that I am wondering if it wouldn"t be best to remove the limb below the knee and make it a job. You can see for yourself that it is septic and the inflammation is spreading up rapidly."
"Good Heavens!" I exclaimed, "do you fear mortification?"
He nodded. "Can"t say what was on that slug or bit of old iron and he hasn"t had the best chance since. Mortification, or teta.n.u.s, or both, are more than possible. Is he a temperate man?"
"So far as I know," I answered, and stared at him while he thought. Then he said with decision,
"That makes a difference. To lose a foot is a serious thing; some might think almost as bad as death. I"ll give him a chance, but if those symptoms do not abate in twenty-four hours, I must operate. You needn"t be afraid, I was house surgeon at a London Hospital-once, and I keep my hand in. Lucky you came straight here."
Having made his preparations and washed his hands, he returned, syringed the wound with some antiseptic stuff, and dressed and bandaged the leg up to the knee. After this he gave Ans...o...b.. hot milk to drink, with two eggs broken into it, and told him to rest a while as he must not eat anything solid at present. Then he threw a blanket over him, and, signing to me to come away, let down a mat over the window.
"I put a little something into that milk," he said outside, "which will send him to sleep for a few hours. So we will leave him quiet. Now you"ll want a wash."
"Where are you going to take Mr. Quatermain?" asked Marnham who was seated on the stoep.
"Into my room," he answered.
"Why? There"s Heda"s ready."
"Heda might return at any moment," replied the doctor. "Also Mr. Quatermain had better sleep in Mr. Ans...o...b.."s room. He will very likely want some one to look after him at night."
Marnham opened his mouth to speak again, then changed his mind and was silent, as a servant is silent under rebuke. The incident was quite trifling, yet it revealed to me the relative att.i.tude of these two men. Without a doubt Rodd was the master of his partner, who did not even care to dispute with him about the matter of the use of his daughter"s bedroom. They were a queer couple who, had it not been for my anxiety as to Ans...o...b.."s illness, would have interested me very much, as indeed they were destined to do.
Well, I went to tidy up in the doctor"s room, and as he left me alone while I washed, had the opportunity of studying it a little. Like the rest of the house it was lined with native wood which was made to serve as the backs of bookshelves and of cupboards filled with medicines and instruments. The books formed a queer collection. There were medical works, philosophical works, histories, novels, most of them French, and other volumes of a sort that I imagine are generally kept under lock and key; also some that had to do with occult matters. There was even a Bible. I opened it thoughtlessly, half in idle curiosity, to see whether it was ever used, only to replace it in haste. For at the very page that my eye fell on, I remember it was one of my favourite chapters in Isaiah, was a stamp in violet ink marked H. M."s Prison-well, I won"t say where.
I may state, however, that the clue enabled me in after years to learn an episode in this man"s life which had brought about his ruin. There is no need to repeat it or to say more than that gambling and an evil use of his medical knowledge to provide the money to pay his debts, were the cause of his fall. The strange thing is that he should have kept the book which had probably been given to him by the prison chaplain. Still everybody makes mistakes sometimes. Or it may have had a.s.sociations for him, and of course he had never seen this stamp upon an unread page, which happened to leap to my eye.
Now I was able to make a shrewd guess at his later career. After his trouble he had emigrated and began to practise in South Africa. Somehow his ident.i.ty had been discovered; his past was dragged up against him, possibly by rivals jealous of his skill; his business went and he found it advisable to retire to the Transvaal before the Annexation, at that time the home of sundry people of broken repute. Even there he did not stop in a town, but hid himself upon the edge of savagery. Here he foregathered with another man of queer character, Marnham, and in his company entered upon some doubtful but lucrative form of trade while still indulging his love of medicine by doctoring and operating upon natives, over whom he would in this way acquire great influence. Indeed, as I discovered before the day was over, he had quite a little hospital at the back of the house in which were four or five beds occupied by Kaffirs and served by two male native nurses whom he had trained. Also numbers of out-patients visited him, some of whom travelled from great distances, and occasionally, but not often, he attended white people who chanced to be in the neighbourhood.
The three of us breakfasted in a really charming room from the window of which could be studied a view as beautiful as any I know. The Kaffirs who waited were well trained and dressed in neat linen uniforms. The cooking was good; there was real silver on the table, then a strange sight in that part of Africa, and amongst engravings and other pictures upon the walls, hung an oil portrait of a very beautiful young woman with dark hair and eyes.
"Is that your daughter, Mr. Marnham?" I asked.
"No," he replied rather shortly, "it is her mother."
Immediately afterwards he was called from the room to speak to some one, whereon the doctor said-
"A foreigner as you see, a Hungarian; the Hungarian women are very good looking and very charming."
"So I have understood," I answered, "but does this lady live here?"
"Oh, no. She is dead, or I believe that she is dead. I am not sure, because I make it a rule never to pry into people"s private affairs. All I know about her is that she was a beauty whom Marnham married late in life upon the Continent when she was but eighteen. As is common in such cases he was very jealous of her, but it didn"t last long, as she died, or I understand that she died, within a year of her daughter"s birth. The loss affected him so much that he emigrated to South Africa with the child and began life anew. I do not think that they correspond with Hungary, and he never speaks of her even to his daughter, which suggests that she is dead."
I reflected that all these circ.u.mstances might equally well suggest several other things, but said nothing, thinking it wisest not to pursue the subject. Presently Marnham returned and informed me that a native had just brought him word that the Basutos had made off homeward with our cattle, but had left the wagon and its contents quite untouched, not even stealing the spare guns and ammunition.
"That"s luck," I said, astonished, "but extremely strange. How do you explain it, Mr. Marnham?"
He shrugged his shoulders and answered-
"As every one knows, you are a much greater expert in native habits and customs than I am, Mr. Quatermain."
"There are only two things that I can think of," I said. "One is that for some reason or other they thought the wagon tagati, bewitched you know, and that it would bring evil on them to touch it, though this did not apply to the oxen. The other is that they supposed it, but not the oxen, to belong to some friend of their own whose property they did not wish to injure."
He looked at me sharply but said nothing, and I went on to tell them the details of the attack that had been made upon us, adding-
"The odd part of the affair is that one of those Basutos called out to us that some infernal scoundrel of a white had warned Sekukuni of our coming and that he had ordered them to take our guns and cattle. This Basuto, who was wounded and praying for mercy, was drowned before he could tell me who the white man was."
"A Boer, I expect," said Marnham quietly. "As you know they are not particularly well affected towards us English just now. Also I happen to be aware that some of them are intriguing with Sekukuni against the British through Makurupiji, his "Mouth" or prime-minister, a very clever old scamp who likes to have two stools to sit on."
"And doubtless will end by falling between them. Well, you see, now that I think of it, the wounded Kaffir only said that they were ordered to take our guns and oxen, and incidentally our lives. The wagon was not mentioned."
"Quite so, Mr. Quatermain. I will send some of our boys to help your servants to bring everything it contains up here."
"Can"t you lend me a team of oxen," I asked, "to drag it to the house?"
"No, we have nothing but young cattle left. Both red-water and lung-sickness have been so bad this season that all the horned stock have been swept out of the country. I doubt whether you could beg, borrow or steal a team of oxen this side of Pretoria, except from some of the Dutchmen who won"t part."