"What do you mean by stopping a wagon in the road like this? Outspan money? We have not outspanned and are not going to on your starved old veldt."
"Jan, Jan, you know very well we are owing him two shillings from the last time we pa.s.sed," said Constance.
The stranger Kafir tried to get to the wagon, but Jan barred the pa.s.sage. He changed his tactics. "Come, let"s fight for it," he cried, casting his hat and scarlet head-handkerchief into the karoo out of the way.
This offer was declined without thanks. "I shan"t fight. The money is mine," protested the other, encouraged by finding his demand was allowed by the ladies.
"April, leave the oxen and come here," called Constance. "Give this money to him."
[Sidenote: Jan"s Principles]
This was done at last, to Jan"s grief. "Ah, Mees Constance! Why didn"t you let me fight him? he was only a little thieving Fingo dog! I didn"t outspan in sight of his old hut, and he must have come sneaking around and seen us, and never said he would have money till it was too late."
"Well, Jan, and why should our oxen eat up the gra.s.s and drink out of the dam without our paying?" asked Constance; but Jan only muttered, "Thief! Dog!" and got away from the scene of his defeat with speed.
"That was why we were obliged to start in the middle of the night: Jan wanted to slip by here before the wagon could be recognised," said Constance. Jan had made a stand for his principles, though his mistress"s perverted sense of justice had prevented his being able to carry them out. By the time we stopped for breakfast he had quite recovered his spirits; and when he found he had got his party well away from the place without another hateful demand, he seemed to have forgotten his hard fate in the early morning. When we reached the town we lost sight of Jan and his wagon for a couple of days, and took up our abode at an hotel.
A change had taken place in our party when we collected for the second and longer part of our journey. Mr. Gilbert had gone home with some of the younger ones the day before, while his wife had stayed in town to take the rest of us to a ball.
We were all tired as we reached the wagon, with our minds running on the purchases we had made, and lingering regretfully on some we had not.
Lang-Jan and April hurried off to fetch the oxen as soon as we appeared; and Mrs. Gilbert began to go through the stores.
"Those two Kafirs have eaten up our b.u.t.ter!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"I saw what was left when you came, and thought it might not be quite enough. It is lucky I did, and have bought some more, or we should have had none at all. I cannot let such a thing as their taking our provisions pa.s.s without notice.--Jan," she said, when he returned, "you have taken my b.u.t.ter."
"Oh, Meeses!" exclaimed Jan, as if such a thing was quite out of the question, "not me. It must ha" bin April."
"No, Meeses--not me, Jan," said April.
"It was both of you, I have no doubt," said Mrs. Gilbert severely.
"Oh, Meeses, April, April!" cried Jan, shaking his head.
"No, it was Jan," protested the leader, again.
Jan burst into a roar of laughter, like a naughty child owning up. "Oh!
ja, Meeses! It was me. I looked at that tin of b.u.t.ter and then I said to April, "I must have some of that lovely b.u.t.ter, whatever comes of it,"
and then between us, it"s all gone."
It seemed impossible to deal with the offence gravely after that. "I shall know I must not leave any in the wagon another time," said the mistress; and we scrambled into our places to be out of the way while the work of inspanning went on.
[Sidenote: A Fiery Day]
The morning turned into a fiery day. The air shimmered blindingly above the veldt, and the white road, inches deep in dust, trailed ahead like an endless serpent. We panted and gasped under the shelter of the tent; April abandoned his post and climbed up in the back compartment of the wagon, but Jan grew more and more lively.
He tightened his waist-belt and ran by the side of his team, encouraging them by voice and example.
He wore an old soft felt hat, with a perfectly abject brim, above his scarlet handkerchief, and every quarter of a mile he would take it off and put the ostrich feather that adorned one side straight up, and attempt to pinch the limp brim into shape.
In spite of his cheerful s.n.a.t.c.hes of song, and his encouraging cries, the poor beasts showed more and more signs of distress, till at last Jan turned to Mrs. Gilbert and said, "The poor oxen is just done up. We must outspan till it gets cooler."
"What, outspan in this pitiless place, with not a house, or a tree, or water to be got at!" cried one of the girls.
"There is a water-hole down there," said Jan, pointing to a dip in the ground not far off.
"Yes," said Mrs. Gilbert, "I have been down there on horseback."
The wagon was drawn off the road, and the weary oxen let loose, while we stretched ourselves on the cartels, but found the heat too great to let us recover any of our lost sleep.
After a time some of us, thinking any change must be for the better, dragged ourselves out into the glare, and went to look at the pool of water. But though a few p.r.i.c.kly pears and mimosa bushes grew around, it was not an inviting spot to rest in, and we laboured back across the scorching ground to the wagon, our only benefit being more thankfulness for its shelter.
April had gone off to see that the oxen did not wander too far. Jan lighted a fire, made coffee for us, and broiled some meat and green mealie cobs.
We felt better after our meal, though we had not been hungry for it.
Then, to my surprise, Jan settled down to enjoy his share, as close to the fire as he could. I do not know if the burning scrub made a little motion in the air, or if Jan, by roasting one half of his body, felt the other cooler by contrast.
Presently I saw, coming slowly across the veldt, a white-haired Kafir, carrying a weakly lamb in his arms. He made straight for Jan and sat down beside him.
Constance, who was looking out too, roused herself and gave a little laugh. "Caught," she said, and I knew what she meant.
At first the palaver seemed amiable enough, and we saw Jan even go the length of making a present of grilled mutton--chiefly bone, but not all.
"An attempt at bribery," murmured Constance.
In about half an hour we heard the inevitable demand. One might have thought Jan had never heard of outspan money, instead of its being a familiar and heating subject with him. When at last the claim was made clear to him, he asked the name of the Baas, and expressed the greatest surprise that any man could be so mean as to ask for money, just because poor souls had to wait by the road till it got cool, when it was too hot even for the oxen to eat anything.
The explanation that the place was such a convenient distance from town, that if nothing was charged the Baas would have nothing left for his own flocks and herds, was badly received, as was also the reminder that if it was too hot for the oxen to eat much, they would drink all the same.
The two argued for an hour, Jan emphatic and expostulating, the old Kafir calm, feeling both right and law were on his side.
[Sidenote: "We shan"t Pay"]
At length, Jan surprised us by announcing, "We shan"t pay. Your Baas won"t expect money from me anyhow, if he does from other people."
"Why not?" exclaimed the other in surprise, for Jan spoke with conviction.
"My Baas" wife is cousin to your Baas" wife, so of course we"re free on his veldt."
We laughed, but the collector remarked that he would go and inquire. So he marched up to the wagon, followed closely by Lang-Jan, in fear of treachery, and asked Mrs. Gilbert if it was true, and being informed that the ladies were related, he retired at once, and Jan triumphantly accompanied him back to the fire.
I thought Jan would be happy now the wicked had ceased from troubling, but the storm had its after-roll. He now expressed indignation that two shillings had been demanded. If such an iniquitous claim was made at all, one shilling was all that should be asked for.
They harried this point till the stranger asked Jan what odds it was to him--he did not pay the money.
"Don"t I pay the money?" cried Jan. "Isn"t it taken out of my very hand?"
"Oh, ja! But it comes out of the Baas" pocket."