"Jess," he said at last, "what are you thinking of?"
She started, and her face resumed its normal expression. It was as though a mask had been suddenly set upon it.
"Why do you ask?" she said.
"Because I want to know. I never saw you look like that before."
She laughed a little.
"You would call me foolish if I told you what I was thinking about.
Never mind, it has gone wherever thoughts go. I will tell you what I am thinking about now, which is--that it is about time we got out of this place. My uncle and Bessie must be half distracted."
"We"ve had more than two months of it now. The relieving column can"t be far off," suggested John; for these foolish people in Pretoria laboured under a firm belief that one fine morning they would be gratified with a vision of the light dancing down a long line of British bayonets, and of Boers evaporating in every direction like storm clouds before the sun.
Jess shook her head. She was beginning to lose faith in relieving columns that never came.
"If we don"t help ourselves, my opinion is that we may stop here till we are starved out, which in fact we are. However, it"s no use talking about it, so I"m off to fetch our rations. Let"s see, have you everything you want?"
"Everything, thanks."
"Well, then, mind you stop quiet till I come back."
"Why," laughed John, "I am as strong as a horse."
"Possibly; but that is what the doctor said, you know. Good-bye!" and Jess took her big basket and started on what John used feebly to call her "rational undertaking."
She had not gone fifty paces from the door before she suddenly caught sight of a familiar form seated on a familiar pony. The form was fat and jovial-looking, and the pony was small but also fat. It was Hans Coetzee--none other!
Jess could hardly believe her eyes. Old Hans in Pretoria! What could it mean?
"_Oom_ Coetzee! _Oom_ Coetzee!" she called, as he came ambling past her, evidently heading for the Heidelberg road.
The old Boer pulled up his pony, and gazed around him in a mystified fashion.
"Here, _Oom_ Coetzee! Here!"
"_Allemachter!_" he said, jerking his pony round. "It"s you, Missie Jess, is it? Now who would have thought of seeing you here?"
"Who would have thought of seeing _you_ here?" she answered.
"Yes, yes; it seems strange; I dare say that it seems strange. But I am a messenger of peace, like Uncle Noah"s dove in the ark, you know. The fact is," and he glanced round to see if anybody was listening, "I have been sent by the Government to arrange about an exchange of prisoners."
"The Government! What Government?"
"What Government? Why, the Triumvirate, of course--whom may the Lord bless and prosper, as He did Jonah when he walked on the wall of the city."
"Joshua, when he walked round the wall of the city," suggested Jess.
"Jonah walked down the whale"s throat."
"Ah! to be sure, so he did, and blew a trumpet inside. I remember now; though I am sure I don"t know how he did it. The fact is that our glorious victories have quite confused me. Ah! what a thing it is to be a patriot! The dear Lord makes strong the arm of the patriot, and takes care that he hits his man well in the middle."
"You have turned wonderfully patriotic all of a sudden, _Oom_ Coetzee,"
said Jess tartly.
"Yes, missie, yes; I am a patriot to the bone of my back! I hate the English Government; d.a.m.n the English Government! Let us have our land back and our _Volksraad_. Almighty! I saw who was in the right at Laing"s Nek there. Ah, those poor _rooibaatjes!_ I killed four of them myself; two as they came up, and two as they ran away, and the last one went head-over-heels like a buck. Poor man! I cried for him afterwards.
I did not like going to fight at all, but Frank Muller sent to me and said that if I did not go he would have me shot. Ah, he is a devil of a man, that Frank Muller! So I went, and when I saw how the dear Lord had put it into the heart of the English general to be a bigger fool even that day than he is every day, and to try and drive us out of Laing"s Nek with a thousand of his poor _rooibaatjes_, then, I tell you, I saw where the right lay, and I said, "d.a.m.n the English Government! What is the English Government doing here?" and after Ingogo I said it again."
"Never mind all that, _Oom_ Coetzee," broke in Jess. "I have heard you tell a different tale before, and perhaps you will again. How are my uncle and my sister? Are they at the farm?"
"Almighty! you don"t suppose that I have been there to see, do you? But, yes, I have heard they are there. It is a nice place, that Mooifontein, and I think that I shall buy it when we have turned all you English people out of the land. Frank Muller told me that they were there. And now I must be getting on, or that devil of a man, Frank Muller, will want to know what I have been about."
"_Oom_ Coetzee," said Jess, "will you do something for me? We are old friends, you know, and once I persuaded my uncle to lend you five hundred pounds when all your oxen died of the lungsick."
"Yes, yes, it shall be paid back one day--when we have hunted the d.a.m.ned Englishmen out of the country." And he began to gather up his reins preparatory to riding off.
"Will you do me a favour?" said Jess, catching the pony by the bridle.
"What is it? What is it, missie? I must be getting on. That devil of a man, Frank Muller, is waiting for me with the prisoners at the Rooihuis Kraal."
"I want a pa.s.s for myself and Captain Niel, and an escort. We wish to go home."
The old Boer held up his fat hands in amazement.
"Almighty!" he said, "it is impossible. A pa.s.s!--who ever heard of such a thing? Come, I must be going."
"It is not impossible, Uncle Coetzee, as you know," said Jess. "Listen!
If I get that pa.s.s I will speak to my uncle about the five hundred pounds. Perhaps he would not want it all back again."
"Ah!" said the Boer. "Well, we are old friends, missie, and "never desert a friend," that is my saying. Almighty! I must ride a hundred miles--I will swim through blood for a friend. Well, well, I must see.
It depends upon that devil of a man, Frank Muller. Where are you to be found--in the white house yonder? Good. To-morrow the escort will come in with the prisoners, and if I can get it they will bring the pa.s.s.
But, missie, remember the five hundred pounds. If you do not speak to your uncle about that I shall be even with him. Almighty! what a thing it is to have a good heart, and to love to help your friends! Well, good-day, good-day," and off he cantered on his fat pony, his broad face shining with a look of unutterable benevolence.
Jess cast a look of contempt after him, and then went on towards the camp to fetch the rations.
When she returned to "The Palatial," she told John what had taken place, and suggested that it would be as well, in case there should be a favourable reply to her request, to have everything prepared for a start. Accordingly, the cart was brought down and stood outside "The Palatial," where John unscrewed the patent caps and filled them with castor-oil, and ordered Mouti to keep the horses, which were all in health, though "poor" from want of proper food, well within hail.
Meanwhile, old Hans pursued the jerky tenour of his way for an hour or so, till he came in sight of a small red house.
Presently, from the shadow in front of the red house emerged a rider, mounted on a powerful black horse. The horseman--a stern, handsome, bearded man--put his hand above his eyes to shade them from the sun, and gazed up the road. Then he seemed suddenly to strike his spurs into the horse, for the animal bounded forward swiftly, and came sweeping towards Hans at a hand gallop.
"Ah! it is that devil of a man, Frank Muller!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Coetzee. "Now I wonder what he wants? I always feel cold down the back when he comes near me."
By this time the plunging black horse was being reined up alongside of his pony so sharply that it reared till its great hoofs were pawing the air within a few inches of Hans" head.
"Almighty!" said the old man, tugging his pony round. "Be careful, nephew, be careful; I do not wish to be crushed like a beetle."
Frank Muller--for it was he--smiled. He had made his horse rear purposely, in order to frighten the old man, whom he knew to be an arrant coward.
"Why have you been so long? and what have you done with the Englishmen?