CHAPTER XV
RESCUED
It was well into the dry season. As far as the eye could reach lay an expanse of sun-baked ground dotted with scrub and parched gra.s.s, terminating in the rugged outlines of the Karewenda Geberge. In the clear African atmosphere the hills, although a good forty miles distant, looked no more than ten or twelve miles away. With a powerful telescope an outpost on the high ground ought to be able to spot the khaki-clad hors.e.m.e.n as they spurred across the bush.
The patrol had no immediate intention of following the fugitive"s spoor. Their idea was to cut off his retreat by keeping on a parallel route until they had out-distanced him, and then, by extending to the right, to achieve their object. It was a game of hide-and-seek on a large scale--a contest of wits. Around the spot where the Hun was supposed to be an extended cordon was being formed. It was up to him to break through--if he could, but once detected he stood little chance against a well-mounted patrol composed of some of the crack shots of Rhodesia.
"We"ve cut across his spoor," announced one of the men. "Jones has just semaph.o.r.ed through. We"ve nabbed him this time."
The order was pa.s.sed from man to man for the investing hors.e.m.e.n to contract the enfolding circle. Each man, his rifle ready for instant use, trotted towards an imaginary centre, the while keeping his eyes on the alert for signs of the fugitive.
Then, without warning, a column of smoke, beaten down by the strong northerly wind, rose from the scrub at a point a good two miles off.
In a very short s.p.a.ce of time the cloud increased in density of volume, moving with the rapidity of a trotting horse.
At the signal the patrol closed. The situation was serious, for not only were the chances of a successful pursuit knocked on the head, but there was the danger of the men being overtaken by the flames.
"Start another fire down wind," suggested one of the Rhodesians.
"The horses won"t stand it," objected another. "They"re getting jumpy already."
The man spoke truly. The animals, scenting danger, were becoming restless. The order was therefore given to mount, and the patrol galloped back in the direction of the Kiwa River, never drawing rein until they reached a ford two miles below the spot where they had crossed earlier in the day.
So swift was the advance of the bush-fire that the scrub on the furthermost bank was ablaze within twenty minutes of the time when the patrol recrossed the river, while right and left for miles the ground was covered with fiercely roaring flames. Clouds of black and brownish smoke swept across the stream, red hot embers mingling with the eddying vapour.
The patrol held their ground, keeping their horses under control by adopting the expedient of covering the horses" heads with blankets.
With the possibility of the bush on their side of the river taking fire this was the safest course to pursue short of a forty mile ride across difficult country with the devouring element hard at their heels.
Mingled with the roar of the flames came the frequent crashes of falling trees, and the hiss of blazing embers as they fell into the water. The heat was terrific, while at times the smoke was so dense and suffocating that the men had the greatest difficulty to breathe.
Elephants, bush-cows, rhinoceri and swarms of smaller animals, stampeded by the flames, plunged panic-stricken into the river, taking no notice of the men as they dashed past them.
For two hours the ordeal lasted, then, having consumed everything of a combustible nature the fire burnt itself out. Almost miraculously the flames had failed to gain a hold upon the scrub on the nearmost bank.
The river had formed the furthermost limit, but across the stream as far as the eye could reach there was nothing to be seen but an expanse of blackened thorn-bushes, from which a faint bluish vapour rose in the now still and sultry air.
"Nothing more doing to-day, boys," declared the leader of the patrol.
"We"ll bivouac close to the village and try our luck to-morrow. Ground will be cool enough by then, I reckon."
"Von Gobendorff won"t stand much chance in that," remarked another, indicating the devastated ground. "We may find his remains. That"ll be some satisfaction."
"Unless he started the fire," added Wilmshurst.
"But we were surrounding his hiding-place," declared the first speaker.
"We believe we were," continued the subaltern. "It"s just likely that we missed his spoor, and that he was to windward of us. The fire may have started spontaneously, but it"s my belief that von Gobendorff fired the gra.s.s."
At daybreak on the following morning the patrol recrossed the river.
With a heavy dew still upon the ground the devastated track gave the horses no inconvenience, although the air was heavy with the pungent smell of charred wood. In extended order they followed the track which the fugitive had been reported to have taken until they arrived at the further-most limit of the fire.
Each man as he closed in the centre made the same report--nothing had been seen of the body of the much-sought-after Hun.
"We"ve drawn a blank, it seems," remarked Wilmshurst. "There"s nothing for it but to carry on until either we overtake him or come in touch with the enemy patrols. We"ve a clear twenty-four hours before we rejoin our regiment."
Mile after mile the patrol rode, but not the faintest trace of von Gobendorff"s line of flight was to be seen. Whether he was alive or dead was a mystery yet unsolved.
Towards midday they arrived at a kraal situated in a vast semi-circular expanse of open ground bounded on three sides by scarps of the Karewenda Hills. The greatest caution was now necessary, the task of the patrol, failing von Gobendorff"s capture, being to find out whether the lower slopes of the hill were held in force or only lightly so. If possible there was to be an avoidance of an exchange of shots with hostile outposts, but in any case the Rhodesians were to withdraw at the first sign of opposition.
The headman of the kraal, like most of his kind, was very communicative. Already the natives were appreciating the change of masters, for under German rule their lot was a hard one, forced labour and scanty or often no remuneration being the order of things.
He had seen no one answering to von Gobendorff"s description, but he gave other information. The Germans were withdrawing their forces to a position on the northern slopes of the hills, and had already destroyed two guns which they were unable to remove from an abandoned redoubt about five miles to the east of the kraal. He also said that a German patrol escorting a white prisoner had pa.s.sed along a native path at less than a mile of the village only an hour or so previously.
Questioned further the headman replied that the prisoner was not a "warrior"--meaning that he was not dressed in military uniform--and that for several months past he had been kept in captivity in the now abandoned fort. Several of the villagers had seen him when they went to dig earthworks for the Huns. In their hurried retirement the Germans had overlooked the fact that they had a prisoner, and the patrol had been sent back to bring him in.
"How many men?" asked Wilmshurst, one of the Rhodesians translating the question and its reply.
"Four white soldiers and ten Askaris, O chief," replied the headman.
"Good enough," exclaimed Wilmshurst. "We ought to be able to settle that crowd and release the prisoner."
The headman willingly allowed two natives to point out to the patrol the path which the Huns had taken. A reference to the map showed that, allowing the hostile patrol two hours" start, an ambush could be arranged at a spot four miles distant where the path crossed a spruit.
It was unpleasantly close to one of the still occupied enemy outposts, but with quickness and decision the coup ought to be accomplished without much difficulty.
The native guides, although on foot, had no trouble to keep up with the mounted men, and when the latter arrived at the place chosen for the surprise they found that the Germans were not yet in sight.
Dismounted and accompanied by Bela Moshi Wilmshurst made his way along the side of the track until he came in touch with the hostile party.
The Huns, suspecting nothing, were resting. Two Askaris had been posted as sentries, but they, too, were lax, little thinking that there was any danger of a surprise. The prisoner was seated at the base of a large tree, another Askari mounting guard over him. His back was turned in Wilmshurst"s direction, but the subaltern was able to discern that the unfortunate man was practically bald-headed and wore a thick, straggling beard.
Up to that moment Dudley had been buoyed up by the hope that the prisoner might be his brother Rupert, but at the sight of the bent and aged figure his antic.i.p.ations were shattered.
"We"ll have him out of their clutches, at all events," he soliloquised as he cautiously signed to Bela Moshi to withdraw.
Regaining the patrol Wilmshurst explained how matters stood, and a decision was quickly formed to attack immediately, taking advantage of the lax state of the hostile party, without waiting for them to approach the previously selected spot for the ambush.
Dismounting and leaving their trained horses under the charge of a piquet the men cautiously made their way through the scrub until they were within eighty yards of the still unsuspecting Huns.
Extending the Rhodesians took up their desired position on a semi-circular formation, enabling each one to fire should necessity arise without the risk of hitting one of his own party, at the same time making it almost a matter of impossibility for the ambushed Huns to break away without being shot down.
A whistle sounded. Up sprang the curved line of khaki-clad troopers, each man covering one of the enemy with his rifle, while a stern order to surrender immediately was given to the completely astonished Germans.
The Askaris obeyed the command without demur, but the Germans were made of stiffer material. Throwing themselves at full length they grasped their rifles.
It was a signal for the Rhodesians to open fire--and the Huns paid the penalty. In less than a minute the action was over. The Askaris were unarmed and ordered to take themselves off, their rifles having been broken and the bolts removed.
Wilmshurst hastened to the prisoner, who at the opening fire had rolled on the ground by the side of a fallen tree. The subaltern found him lying face downwards, unable to rise, his wrists and ankles being secured by thongs of raw hide.
With a couple of strokes of his knife Dudley severed the bonds and a.s.sisted the released captive to his feet, for the man was so exhausted that he was incapable of standing unsupported.