"That"s what I might have been going to do, if the dad there hadn"t been so beastly _slim_ in cutting me out," retorted the incorrigible rascal.
"I don"t know what to say about Prior. Pity you haven"t got any sisters, Evelyn."
"Plenty of other people have, Hyland," said Elvesdon. "A man crowned with your laurels, you know, isn"t likely to go begging."
"Oh here, I say, shut up," was the reply, made half seriously, the point being that the speaker had served all through the campaign and that with some distinction.
"No fear," cried Edala. "You started the campaign of chaff, Hyland, and you can"t yell out if you get the worst of it."
"Ah. I like to see--er--pals, shall we call it? stand by each other.
Now then Elvesdon--back her up."
Of course all this was precious poor repartee or wit, especially in cold print. But given the circ.u.mstances--a jovial reunion coming close upon vivid recollections of peril and storm--now a setting of peace and serenity and happiness--and Christmas Day--and it is obvious to anyone not possessed of a churlish soul that very little makes towards fun and jollity and mirth. And this held good here.
The rising, a far more formidable affair than the home public ever seems to have realised, and of which this narrative only deals with in its earlier stages, had been very effectually quelled, through the bravery and devotion of Colonial troops and the high efficiency and _personnel_ of Colonial officers; and that without the aid of a single Imperial soldier. As such the campaign stands unique in the annals of South African warfare. The pluck displayed in several fierce battles, the splendid grit and endurance, never failing, under every difficulty, in hard and almost unnegotiable country, has been in evidence before in such warfare, but never more so than during this last campaign in Natal.
Well it was over now, but in it Hyland Thornhill as we have said, had borne his full share, and that with distinction. Elvesdon, as a Civil servant, had perforce taken no active part in the subsequent operations, but indirectly, ever at his post during that wearing anxious time he had borne his share in it by smoothing down many a difficulty--in the matter of facilitating supplies, and so forth, for those who had; so much so that his superiors were led to re-consider their first impressions to the effect that he had rather muddled the situation in the matter of Babatyana. Anyhow, here he was, still at Kwabulazi, and with him the faithful Prior.
"Please--one man want to see master. He say he Zulu n.i.g.g.e.r."
The interruption came from Thornhill"s Indian cook. There was a laugh, and Hyland fairly roared.
"I"ll swear he never said that, Ramasam," said the latter, "Who is he?"
But before the other could answer a tall figure strode up and halted in front of them, uttering a sonorous hail.
"_Whau! Manamandhla_!" cried Hyland. "This is good, good to meet again here, for I think the last time we looked on each other"s faces was among the rocks and bushes of the Mome. Here is _tywala_ that I don"t suppose _you_ ever drank before," creaming up a large tumbler with champagne, and handing it to the new arrival.
"That have I never, Ugwala," said the Zulu with a smile, after a good pull at the sparkling beverage. "How a man--an impi--could fight if doctored with such _muti_ as this, say in the Nkandhla!"
There was a humorous twinkle in the speaker"s eyes, the point of the allusion being that he and Hyland had twice met in battle face to face, but the a.s.segai of the one and the revolver of the other had simultaneously turned upon another enemy.
"We"ll have no end of yarns now from the other side," went on Hyland.
Then to the Zulu. "I was saying Manamandhla, this is a good day to have arrived on--Christmas Day--but then, you don"t know what that is."
"I have heard U "Jobo tell the people some story about it--" was the answer.
"U "Jobo!" cried Hyland, "_Whau_! U "Jobo! It will be a long time before he tells "the people" any more of his stories--_impela_!"
"He"s a considerable swine and deserves all he"s got," said Elvesdon.
"Still I"m glad I was able to help the poor devil a little. After all he did try to warn us."
For the Rev Job Magwegwe had fallen upon evil days. He had been arrested at an early stage of the rebellion, and tried, on several charges of holding seditious and inflammatory gatherings under the guise of prayer meetings; and in the result was sentenced to two years" hard labour and thirty-six lashes. But Elvesdon"s representations had procured the remission of the lashes and of six months of imprisonment.
They sat thus chatting for some time, and then Thornhill suggested that his visitor should go with Hyland and choose a fat beast to kill, for himself and the farm people, and any others the latter might like to send word to--by way of making a Christmas festivity for themselves in the evening.
"Good idea!" said Hyland, "I"m getting tired of sitting still. A ride over to the herd will do all right. Coming, Prior?"
"Rather."
Now, by all rights, Manamandhla should have been arrested as an arch-rebel, and sent for trial: but--he was not.
So the remaining four sat on there, and the hours of the golden afternoon rolled on, and the birds piped and twittered down the valley in the lengthening sunbeams, and the great red krantz, frowning down majestically from the face of Sipazi, glowed like fire in the westering sun. But upon these lay the sunset of a perfect content and peace.
The End.