"It may be. But we shall have to do most of our moving about at night.
We can take it easy now and off-saddle, and trek on again towards sundown. Until we actually begin our search, I know the ground by heart. Come now, Sellon, you must keep up your determination. It"s beastly trying, I know, for an unseasoned chap; but think of the end."
"I believe I"ll get a sunstroke first," was the dejected reply, as the speaker flung himself wearily on the ground.
"Not a bit of it. Here, have a drop of liquor--but you"d better take it weak, or it"ll do more harm than good." And getting out a pannikin Renshaw poured in a little of the contents of his flask, judiciously diluting it from the water-skin slung across the pack-horse.
This water-skin, by the way, was an ingenious contrivance of his own, and of which he was not a little proud. Like its Eastern prototype-- upon which it was modelled--it consisted of the dressed skin of a good-sized Angora kid--one of the legs serving for the spout.
"Not a bad dodge, eh?" acquiesced Renshaw, in response to his companion"s remark. "The water has a leathery taste, I admit, but it"s better than none at all. I hit upon the idea when I first began these expeditions. Something of the kind was absolutely essential. Trekking with waggons you carry the ordinary _vaatje_--a small drum-shaped keg-- slung between the wheels, but it"s an inconvenient thing to load up on a horse--in fact, the second attempt I made the concern got loose and rolled the whole way down a mountain-side--of course, splintering to atoms. Besides, this thing holds more and keeps the water cooler. I came near dying of thirst that time, being three nights and two days without a drop of anything; for this is a mighty dry country, I needn"t tell you."
"What if the whole yarn should turn out moonshine after all?" said Sellon, with the despondency of a thoroughly exhausted man. "There"s one thing about it that looks fishy. How could what"s his name-- Greenway--wounded as he was, fetch your place in two or three days?
Why, it"ll take us nearly a week to do it--if not quite."
"That very thing struck me at first," said Renshaw, quietly, shredding up a piece of Boer tobacco. "My impression is, he didn"t come back the same way he went. You see, he knew the country thoroughly. He may have taken a short cut and come straight over the mountains. For I"m pretty sure the way we are taking is an altogether roundabout one."
"Then why couldn"t the fellow have told you the shorter one, instead of sending us round three sides of a square?"
"That"s soon explained. In the first place, this way is easier to find, the landmarks more unmistakable, and the travelling better. In the second, you must remember the poor old chap was at his last gasp. It"s a good thing for you, Sellon, that he was, for if he had only lived half an hour longer--even a quarter--he"d have given fuller details and I should have found the place long ago. Look how disjointed the last part of his story is, just the main outlines, trusting to me to fill in detail. I tell you, it was quite pitiable to see the manful effort he made to keep up until he had said his say."
Later in the afternoon, the heat having somewhat abated, they resumed their way, which grew at every mile more rough and toilsome, between those lofty walls, winding round a spur, only to find a succession of similar spurs further on. Then the sun went off the defile, and a coolness truly refreshing succeeded. Renshaw, leading the way, held steadily on, for there was light enough from the great sparkling canopy above to enable them to more than distinguish outline. At length the moon rose.
"Look ahead, Sellon, and tell me if you see anything," said Renshaw at last.
"See anything? Why, no. Stop a bit, though"--shading his eyes. "Yes.
This infernal valley has come to an end. There"s a big precipice bang ahead of us. We can"t get any further."
"Not, eh? Well, now, look to the left."
Sellon obeyed. At right angles to the valley they had been ascending, and which here opened out into a wide basin barred in front by the cliff referred to, ran another similar defile.
"There it is," continued Renshaw, in a satisfied tone. "That"s the "long poort" mentioned by Greenway--and"--pointing to the right--"there are the "two kloofs.""
It was even as he said. The situation corresponded exactly.
"We"ll go into camp now," said Renshaw. "Let"s see what you"ll think of my "hotel.""
Turning off the track they had been pursuing, Renshaw led the way up a slight acclivity. A number of boulders lay strewn around in a kind of natural Stonehenge. In the midst was a circular depression, containing a little water, the remnant of the last rainfall.
"Look there," he went on, pointing out a smoke-blackened patch against the rock. "That"s my old fireplace. Our blaze will be quite hidden, as much as it can be anywhere, that is. So now we"ll set to work and make ourselves snug."
Until he became too fatigued to suffer his mind to dwell upon anything but his own discomfort, Sellon had been cudgelling his brains to solve the mystery of the resuscitated doc.u.ment, but in vain. He was almost inclined at last to attribute its abstraction and recovery to the agency of the dead adventurer"s ghost.
But the solution of the mystery was a very simple one, and if Sellon deserves to be left in the darkness of perplexity by reason of the part he played in the matter, the reader does not. So we may briefly refer to an incident which, unknown to the former, had occurred on the evening of Renshaw"s return to his most uninviting home.
He had been very vexed over the French leave taken by his retainer, as we have seen. But, when his anger against old Dirk was at its highest, the latter"s consort, reckoning the time had come for playing the trump card, produced a dirty roll of paper. Handing it to her master, she recommended him to take care of it in future.
Renshaw"s surprise as he recognised its ident.i.ty was something to witness--almost as great as Sellon"s. He had been going about all these weeks, thinking the record of his precious secret as secure as ever, and all the while it was in the dubious care of a slovenly old Koranna woman.
But on the subject of how it came into her possession old Kaatje was reticent. She had taken care of it while the Baas was sick--and, but for her, it might have been lost beyond recovery. More than this he could not extract--except an earnest recommendation to look after it better in the future. However, its propitiatory object was accomplished, and he could not do otherwise than pardon the defaulting Dirk, on the spot.
The fact was, she had witnessed the stranger"s doubtful proceedings, and having her suspicions had determined to watch him. When she saw him deliberately steal her master"s cherished "charm," she thought it was time to interfere. She had accordingly crept up to the open window and reft the paper out of Sellon"s hand--as we have seen.
So poor old Greenway"s ghost may rest absolved in the matter, likewise the Enemy of mankind and the preternaturally accomplished baboon. And, although she did not state as much, the fact was that the Koranna woman had intended to return the doc.u.ment upon Renshaw"s recovery, but had refrained, on seeing him about to take his departure in company with the strange Baas, whom she distrusted, and not without good reason.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
THE TWO TURRET-HEADS.
"Hurrah! The scent is getting warm," cried Sellon, as winding round a spur they came into full view of a huge coffee-canister-shaped mountain.
It was the end of the third day"s trek. Making an early start from the snug camping-place where we last saw them they had pushed steadily on until the heat of the day became too oppressive. Then after a long rest they had resumed their march, and now it was evening.
"Yes, but it"ll have to get warmer still to be of much use," replied Renshaw. "Look! There"s the other turret-head."
High aloft, rising from behind the slope of the first, a great "elbow"
of cliff started into view. Then a turn of their road once more hid it from sight.
"There are the two referred to by poor old Greenway," said Renshaw.
"The third, the smaller one, lies beyond them to the north-west."
"Eh? Then why on earth are we going in slap the opposite direction?"
For the "poort" they had been threading here came to an abrupt termination, splitting off into a gradually ascending kloof on each side of the first of the two great mountains. Without a moment"s hesitation Renshaw had taken the left-hand one--heading indeed south-westerly.
"You can"t get anywhere by the other way, Sellon. Nothing but blind alleys ending in a krantz."
Half an hour or so of rough uphill travelling, and they halted on a gra.s.sy _nek_. And now the two great mountains stood forth right against their line of march. Rising up, each in a steep, unbroken gra.s.sy slope, they could not have been less than three thousand feet from the valley which girdled their base like the trench of an old Roman encampment.
The crest of each was belted around by a smooth perpendicular wall of cliff of about a third of the height of the mountain itself, gleaming bronze red in the shimmering glow, barred here and there with livid perpendicular streaks, showing where a colony of aasvogels had found a nesting-place, possibly from time immemorial, among the ledges and crannies upon its inaccessible face.
"By Jove!" cried Sellon, as, after a few minutes" halt, they rode along the hillside opposite to and beneath the two majestic giants. "By Jove, but I never saw such an extraordinary formation! Some of those turret-heads we pa.s.sed on our way down to Selwood"s were quaint enough-- but these beat anything. Why, they"re as like as two peas. And--the size of them. I say, though, what a view of the country we should get from the top."
"Should! Yes, if we could only reach it. But we can"t. The krantz is just as impracticable all round as on this side. I tried the only place that looked like a way, once. It"s round at the back of the second one.
There"s a narrow rocky fissure all trailing with maidenhair-fern-- ma.s.ses and ma.s.ses of it. Well, I suppose I climbed a couple of hundred feet, and had to give up. Moreover, it took me the best part of the day to come down again, for if I hadn"t called all my nerve into play, and patience too, it would only have taken a fraction of a second--and--the fraction of every bone in my anatomy. No. Those summits will never be trodden by mortal foot--unless some fellow lands there in a balloon, that is."
An hour of further riding and they had reached the extreme end of the second gigantic turret. Here again was a gra.s.sy _nek_, connecting the base of the latter with the rugged and broken ridges on the left.
Hitherto they had been ascending by an easy gradient. Now Renshaw, striking off abruptly to the right, led the way obliquely down a steep rocky declivity. Steeper and steeper it became, till the riders deemed it advisable to dismount and lead. Slipping, scrambling, sliding among the loose stones, the staunch steeds stumbled on. Even the pack-horse, a game little Basuto pony, appointed to that office by reason of his extra sure-footedness, was within an ace of coming to grief more than once, while Sellon"s larger steed actually did turn a complete somersault, luckily without sustaining any injury, but causing his owner to bless his stars he was on his own feet at the time. The second great turret-head, foreshortened against the sky, now disappeared, shut back from view by the steep fall of the ground.
"We have touched bottom at last," said Renshaw, as, to the unspeakable relief of the residue of the party--equine no less than human-- comparatively level ground was reached. But the place they were now in looked like nothing so much as a dry stony river-bed. Barely a hundred yards in width, it was shut in on either side by gloomy krantzes, sheering up almost from the level itself.
"What a ghastly hole!" said Maurice, whom the dismal aspect of the gorge depressed. "How much further are these tunnel-like infernos going to last, Fanning? I swear it felt like a glimpse of daylight again, when we were riding up there past the two canister-headed gentry just now."
"I shouldn"t have thought you were such an imaginative chap, Sellon."
"Well, you see, this everlasting feeling of being shut in is dismal work. Beastly depressing, don"t you know."
"You must make up your mind to it a little longer. There"s a water-hole about an hour from here, and there we"ll off-saddle and lie by for a snooze. By the way, it"s dry here, isn"t it?"