"It seems hard," said Townley to Moncrieff one day, "that you should be put to so much trouble and expense. Why does not the Government protect its settlers?"
"The Government will in course of time," replied Moncrieff. "At present, as we lie pretty low down in the western map, we are looked upon as rich pioneers, and left to protect ourselves."
They were riding then round the _estancias_, visiting outlying _puestos_.
"You have your rockets and red-lights for night signals, and your flags for day use?" Moncrieff was saying to each _puestero_ or shepherd.
"We have," was the invariable reply.
"Well, if the Indians are sighted, signal at once, pointing the fan in their direction, then proceed to drive the flocks towards the _estancias_.
There," continued Moncrieff, "there is plenty of corraling room, and we can concentrate a fire that will, I believe, effectually hold back these raiding thieves."
One day there came a report that a fort had been carried by a cloud of Indians.
This was in the forenoon. Towards evening some Gauchos came in from a distant _estancia_. They brought the old ugly story of conflagration and murder, to which Moncrieff and his Welsh partner had long since become used.
But now the cloud was about to burst over our _estancia_. We all ate our meals together at the present awful crisis, just, I think, to be company to each other, and to talk and keep up each other"s heart.
But to-day Moncrieff had ordered an early dinner, and this was ominous.
Hardly any one spoke much during the meal. A heaviness was on every heart, and if any one of us made an effort to smile and look cheerful, others saw that this was only a.s.sumed, and scarcely responded.
Perhaps old Jenny spoke more than all of us put together. And her remarks at times made us laugh, gloomy though the situation was.
"They reeving Philistines are coming again, are they? Well, laddie, if the worst should happen I"ll just treat them to a drap parridge."
"What, mither?"
"A drap parridge, laddie. It was boiled maize I poured ower the shoulders o" them in the caravan. But oatmeal is better, weel scalded. Na, na, naething beats a drap parridge. Bombazo," she said presently,"you"ve been unco quiet and douce for days back, I hope you"ll no show the white feather this time and bury yoursel" in the moold like a rabbit."
Poor Bombazo winced, and really, judging from his appearance, he had been ill at ease for weeks back. There was no singing now, and the guitar lay unheeded in its case.
"Do not fear for me, lady. I am burning already to see the foe."
"Weel, Bombazo man, ye dinna look vera warlike. You"re unco white about the gills already, but wae worth the rigging o" you if ye dinna fecht. My arm is strong to wield the auld ginghamrella yet."
"Hush, mither, hush!" said Moncrieff.
Immediately after dinner Moncrieff beckoned to Townley, and the two left the room and the house together.
"You think the Indians will come to-night?" said Townley, after a time.
"I know they will, and in force too."
"Well, I feel like an idler. You, General Moncrieff, have not appointed me any station."
Moncrieff smiled.
"I am now going to do so," he said, "and it is probably the most important position and trust on the _estancia_."
They walked up as far as the great ca.n.a.l while they conversed.
Arrived there, Moncrieff pointed to what looked like a bundle of brushwood.
"You see those branches?"
"Yes."
"And you see that wooden lock or huge doorway?"
"I do."
"Well, my friend, the brushwood conceals a sentry-box. It overlooks the whole _estancia_. It conceals something else, a small barrel of gunpowder, which you are to hang to the hook yonder on the wooden lock, and explode the moment you have the signal."
"And the signal will be?"
"A huge rocket sent up from either my _estancia_ house or Coila Villa.
There may be several, but you must act when you see the first. There is fuse enough to the bomb to give you time to escape, and the bomb is big enough to burst the lock and flood the whole ditch system in and around the _estancia_. You are to run as soon as you fire. Further on you will find another brushwood place of concealment. Hide there. Heaven forbid I should endanger a hair of your head! Now you know your station!"
"I do," said Townley, "and thankful I am to think I can be of service in this great emergency."
Before dark all the most valuable portion of our stock was safely corraled, and silence, broken only by the occasional lowing of the cattle or the usual night sounds of farm life, reigned around and over the _estancia_.
Later on Townley stole quietly out, and betook himself to his station.
Still later on Yambo rode in and right up to the verandah of our chief sitting-room. The horse he bestrode was drenched in sweat. He had seen Indians in force; they were even now advancing. He had ridden for his life.
The order "Every man to his quarters!" was now given.
The night which was to be so terrible and so memorable in the annals of Moncrieff"s _estancia_ had begun. It was very still, and at present very dark. But by and by the moon would rise.
"A rocket, sir!" we heard Archie shout from his post as sentinel; "a rocket from the south-western _puesto_."
We waited, listening, starting almost at every sound. At length in the distance we could plainly hear the sound of horses" hoofs on the road, and before many minutes the first _puestero_ rode to the gate and was admitted. The men from the other _puestos_ were not far behind; and, all being safe inside, the gates were fastened and fortified by triple bars of wood.
All along the ditches, and out for many yards, was spread such a th.o.r.n.y spikework of pointed wood as to defy the approach of the cleverest Indian for hours at least.
While we waited I found time to run round to the drawing-room. There was no sign of fear on any face there, with the exception perhaps of that of poor Irish Aileen. And I could well believe her when she told me it was not for herself she cared, but for her "winsome man."
I was talking to them as cheerfully as I could, when I heard the sound of a rifle, and, waving them good-bye, I rushed off to my station.
Slowly the moon rose, and before many minutes the whole _estancia_ was flooded with its light. And how we thanked Heaven for that light only those who have been situated as we were now can fully understand.
Up it sailed between the dark whispering poplars. Never had these trees seemed to me more stately, more n.o.ble. Towering up into the starry sky, they seemed like sentinels set to guard and defend us, while their taper fingers, piercing heavenwards, carried our thoughts to One who never deserts those who call on Him in faith in their hour of need.
The moon rose higher and higher, and its light--for it was a full moon--got still more silvery as it mounted towards its zenith. But as yet there was no sign that a foe as remorseless and implacable as the tiger of the jungle was abroad on the plains.
A huge fire had been erected behind the mansion, and about ten o"clock the female servants came round our lines with food, and huge bowls of steaming _mate_.