"Waring," he said feebly, in a very faint voice, "I wish you"d leave me and go on by yourself. I"m no good any more. I"m only a drag upon you. This fever"s too bad for me to stand much longer.
I can never pull through to the coast alive. I"ve no energy left, were it even to try. I"d like to lie down here and die where I sit.
Do go and leave me."
"Never!" Guy answered resolutely. "I"ll never desert you, Kelmscott, while I"ve a drop of blood left. If I carry you on my back to the coast, I"ll get you there at last, or else we"ll both die on the veldt together."
Granville held his friend"s hand in his own fevered fingers as he might have held a woman"s.
"Oh, Waring," he cried once more, in a voice half choked with profound emotion, "I don"t know how to thank you enough for all you"ve done for me. You"ve behaved to me like a brother--like a brother indeed.
It makes me ashamed to think, when I see how unselfish, and good, and kind you"ve been--ashamed to think I once distrusted you.
You"ve been an angel to me all through. Without you, I don"t know how I could ever have lived on through this journey at all. And I can"t bear to feel now I may spoil your retreat--can"t bear to know I"m a drag and burden to you."
"My dear fellow," Guy said, holding the thin and fevered hand very tenderly in his, "don"t talk to me like that. I feel to you every bit as you feel to me in this matter. I was afraid of you at first, because I knew you misunderstood me. But the more I"ve seen of you, the better we"ve each of us learned to sympathize with the other.
We"ve long been friends. I love you now, as you say, like a brother."
Granville hesitated for a moment. Should he out with it or not? Then at last the whole long-suppressed truth came out with a burst. He seized his companion"s two hands at once in a convulsive grasp.
"That"s not surprising either," he said, "after all--for Guy, do you know, we ARE really brothers!"
Guy gazed at him in astonishment. For a moment he thought his friend"s reason was giving way. Then slowly and gradually he took it all in.
"ARE really brothers!" he repeated, in a dazed sort of way. "Do you mean it, Kelmscott? Then my father and Cyril"s--"
"Was mine too, Waring. Yes; I couldn"t bear to die without telling you that. And I tell it now to you. You two are the heirs of the Tilgate estates. And the unknown person who paid six thousand pounds to Cyril, just before you left England, was your father and mine--Colonel Henry Kelmscott."
Guy bent over him for a few seconds in speechless surprise. Words failed him at first. "How do you know all this, Kelmscott?" he said at last faintly.
Granville told him in as few words as possible--for indeed he was desperately weak and ill--by what accident he had discovered his father"s secret. But he told him only what he knew himself. For, of course, he was ignorant as yet of the Colonel"s seizure and sudden death on the very day after they had sailed from England.
Guy listened to it all in profound silence. It was a strange, and for him a momentous tale. Then he said at last, as Granville finished, "And you never told me this all these long months, Kelmscott."
"I always meant to tell you, Guy," his half-brother answered, in a sudden fit of penitence. "I always meant in the end you and your brother Cyril should come into your own at Tilgate as you ought.
I was only waiting--"
"Till you"d realized enough to make good some part of your personal loss," Guy suggested, not unkindly.
"Oh no," Granville answered, flushing up at the suggestion. "I wasn"t waiting for that. Don"t think me so mercenary. I was waiting for YOU, in your turn to extend to ME your own personal confidence.
You know, Guy," he went on, dropping into a still more hushed and solemn undertone, "I saw an evening paper the night we left Plymouth--"
"Oh, I know, I know," Guy cried, interrupting him, with a very pale face. "Don"t speak to me of that. I can"t bear to think of it. Kelmscott, I was mad when I did that deed. I wasn"t myself. I acted under somebody else"s compulsion and influence. The man had a sort of hypnotic power over my will, I believe. I couldn"t help doing whatever he ordered me. It was he who suggested it. It was he that did it. And it"s he who was really and truly guilty."
"And who was that man?" Granville Kelmscott asked with some little curiosity.
"There"s no reason I shouldn"t tell you," Guy answered, "now we"ve once broken the ice; and I"m glad in my heart, I must say, that we"ve broken it. For a year and a half, day and night, that barrier has been raised between us always, and I"ve longed to get rid of it. But I was afraid to speak of it to you, and you to me! Well, the man, if you must know, was Montague Nevitt!"
Granville Kelmscott looked up at him in credulous surprise. But he was too ill and weak to ask the meaning of this riddle. Montague Nevitt! What on earth could Waring mean by that? How on earth could Montague Nevitt have influenced and directed him in a.s.saulting and murdering Montague Nevitt?
For a long time there was silence. Each brother was thinking his own thoughts to himself about this double disclosure. At last, Granville lifted his head and spoke again.
"And you"ll go home to England now," he said, "under an a.s.sumed name, I suppose; and arrange with your brother Cyril for him to claim the Kelmscott estates, and allow you something out of them in retirement somewhere."
"Oh no," Guy answered manfully. "I"m going home to England now, if I go at all, under my own proper name that I"ve always borne, to repay Cyril in full every penny I owe him, to make what reparation I can for the wrong I"ve done, and to give myself up to the police for trial."
Granville gazed at him, more surprised and more admiring than ever.
"You"re a brave man, Waring," he said slowly. "I don"t understand it at all. But I know you"re right. And I almost believe you. I almost believe it was not your fault. I should like to get through to England after all, if it was only to see you safe out of your troubles."
Guy looked at him fixedly.
"My dear fellow," he said, in a compa.s.sionate tone, "you mustn"t talk any more. You"ve talked a great deal too much already. I see a hut, I fancy, over yonder, beside that dark patch of brush. Now, you must do exactly as I bid you. Don"t struggle or kick. Lie as still as you can. I"ll carry you there on my back, and then we"ll see if we can get you anyhow a drop of pure water."
CHAPTER x.x.xVI.
DESERTED.
That was almost the last thing Granville Kelmscott knew. Some strange shadowy dreams, to be sure, disturbed the lethargy into which he fell soon after; but they were intermittent and indefinite. He was vaguely aware of being lifted with gentle care into somebody"s arms, and of the somebody staggering along with him, not without considerable difficulty, over the rough stony ground of that South African plateau. He remembered also, as in a trance, some sound of angry voices--a loud expostulation--a hasty palaver--a long slow pause--a gradual sense of reconciliation and friendliness--during all which, as far as he could recover the circ.u.mstances afterwards, he must have been extended on the earth, with his back propped against a great ledge of jutting rock, and his head hanging listless on his sinking breast. Thenceforward all was blank, or just dimly perceived at long intervals between delirium and unconsciousness.
He was ill for many days, where or how he knew not.
In some half dreamy way, he was aware too, now and again, of strange voices by his side, strange faces tending him. But they were black faces, all, and the voices spoke in deep guttural tones, unlike even the clicks and harsh Bantu jerks with which he had grown so familiar in eighteen months among the Barolong. This that he heard now, or seemed to hear in his delirium, like distant sounds of water, was a wholly different and very much harsher tongue--the tongue of the Namaquas, in fact, though Granville was far too ill and too drowsy just then to think of reasoning about it or cla.s.sifying it in any way. All he knew for the moment was that sometimes, when he turned round feebly on his bed of straw, and asked for drink or help in a faltering voice, no white man appeared to answer his summons. Black, faces all--black, black, and unfamiliar. Very intermittently he was conscious of a faint sense of loneliness. He knew not why. But he thought he could guess. Guy Waring had deserted him!
At last, one morning, after more days had pa.s.sed than Granville could possibly count, all of a sudden, in a wild whirl, he came to himself again at once, with that instant revulsion of complete awakening which often occurs at the end of long fits of delirium in malarious fever. A light burst in upon him with a flash. In a moment, his brain seemed to clear all at once, and everything to grow plain as day before him. He raised himself on one wasted elbow and gazed around him with profound awe. He saw it all now; he remembered everything, everything.
He was alone, among savages in the far heart of Africa.
He lay on his back, on a heap of fresh straw, in a close and filthy mud-built hut. Under his aching neck a wooden pillow or prop of native make supported his head. Two women and a man bent over him and smiled. Their faces, though black, were far from unkindly.
They were pleased to see him stare about with such meaning in his eyes. They were friendly, no doubt. They seemed really to take an interest in their patient"s recovery.
But where was Guy Waring? Dead? Dead? Or run away? Had his half-brother, in this utmost need, then, so basely deserted him?
For some minutes, Granville gazed around him, half dazed, and in a turmoil of surprise, yet with a vivid pa.s.sion of acute inquiry.
Now he was once well awake, he must know all immediately. But how? Who to ask? This was terrible, terrible. He had no means of intercommunication with the people in the hut. He knew none of their language, nor they of his. He was utterly alone, among unmitigated savages.
Meanwhile, the man and the women talked loud among themselves in their own harsh speech, evidently well pleased and satisfied at their guest"s improvement. With a violent effort, Granville began to communicate with them in the language of signs which every savage knows as he knows his native tongue, and in which the two Englishmen had already made some progress during their stay in Barolong land.
Pointing first to himself, with one hand on his breast, he held up two fingers before the observant Namaqua, to indicate that at first there had been a couple of them on the road, both white men.
The latter point he still further elaborated by showing the white skin on his own bare wrist, and once more holding up the two fingers demonstratively. The Namaqua nodded. He had seized the point well.
He held up two fingers in return himself; then looked at his own black wrist and shook his head in dissent--they were not black men; after which he touched Granville"s fair forearm with his hand; yes, yes, just so; he took it in; two white men.
What had become of the other one? Granville asked in the same fashion, by looking around him on all sides in dumb show, inquiringly. One finger only was held up now, pointing about the hut; one hand was laid upon his own breast to show that a single white man alone remained. He glanced about him uneasily. What had happened to his companion?
The Namaqua pointed with his finger to the door of the hut, as much as to say the other man was gone. He seized every sign at once with true savage quickness.
Then Granville tried once more. Was his companion dead? Had he been killed in a fight? Was that the reason of his absence? He lunged forward with his hand holding an imaginary a.s.segai. He pressed on upon the foe; he drove it through a body. Then he fell, as if dead, on the floor, with a groan and a shriek. After which, picking himself up as well as he was able, and crawling back to his straw, he proceeded in mute pantomime to bury himself decently.
The Namaqua shook his head again with a laugh of dissent. Oh no; not like that. It had happened quite otherwise. The missing white man was well and vigorous, a slap on his own chest sufficiently indicated that news. He placed his two first fingers in the ground, astride like legs, and made them walk along fast, one in front of the other. The white man had gone away. He had gone on foot.