"What ails him?" I asked my comrade.
"Oh, he doesn"t see men like ourselves every day," was the careless answer. How could I argue?
We kept on our way, and towards sundown reached a farm on the bank of the Vaal, simultaneously with another young fellow coming from the direction of the railway line.
It turned out that this farm belonged to his father. He himself had left home that morning with the intention of crossing the railway, but had found the line so well patrolled that he had given up the attempt. We stabled our horses and entered the small but comfortably furnished cottage, where we were presented to the other members of the family.
After supper came the usual evening service. This was hardly over when we heard a loud knocking at the front door. The door was opened, and the strange-mannered old field-cornet entered.
He greeted us solemnly and sat down. Next came a thundering rap at the back door, and another Boer entered, a tall, powerful fellow, who was foaming at the mouth with suppressed excitement, and bristling with cartridge belts.
"My nephews," said the first-comer to us, "you must not take it amiss, but it is my duty to arrest you!"
"What for, uncle?"
"For being suspected of spying. You must either accompany me back to my farm, or let me take your horses there, so as to prevent your leaving here during the night."
"All right, uncle, take the horses, but don"t forget to feed them well.
But perhaps it would spare you trouble if you read our papers."
"It is easy to forge papers," said the old man. His companion now boiled over and broke in--
"No, no! We"ve got you right enough! What else can you be but cursed spies, riding about the country like this?"
"I don"t wish to argue with you," I replied, angered by his brutal manner. "I"m as true a burgher as you are, to say the least, and I warn you that I shall hold you responsible for what you do or say."
"Oh! oh! Responsible? We are our own Government now. And where are your arms? Spies!"
"I see you have a gun, but perhaps that is only because you"ve had no chance to lay it down."
"What! Yes, I"ve got a gun, and I"ll prove it to you!" he shouted, pointing the weapon at me.
"Just like a cowardly bully to threaten an unarmed man! But," I added gently, "you"ll feel differently to-morrow."
"Will I? Why?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of his rage.
"You"ll be sober then." This only incensed him the more, but he saw that he had gone too far, and contented himself with uttering a few half-intelligible threats. We then went out to the stable, gave them our horses, and went to bed.
I woke just as dawn was breaking. Before the door stood the son of the house, his gun in his hand.
"h.e.l.lo, you are up early," I said. He looked rather confused.
"To tell the truth, I have been guarding you all night. But all the same, I don"t believe that you are spies. Come and have some coffee."
We had just finished our coffee when we heard horses" hoofs coming along the road, and presently one of our friends from the farm near Greylingstad entered the room.
"I"ve brought your horses," he said, smiling merrily. "I pa.s.sed the old field-cornet"s this morning and told him I could certify that you are no spies."
Whilst we were saddling up the field-cornet and his companion of the night before arrived. The latter was now sober. They were profuse in apologies.
"You were angry last night because we had no rifles; you had more reason to be glad," I remarked to the field-cornet"s a.s.sistant.
"Why?"
"Because if I had been armed I might have been imprudent enough to blow your brains out when you pointed your gun at me. And how awful that would have been!"
"Man," he said, "it"s the cursed drink."
"Well," said I, "it"s all over now. Good-bye!" Off we went--my comrade, myself, and the man who had brought our horses, Delange. The latter had an _achter ryder_ and two spare horses. Towards noon we reached the farm of one of Delange"s friends. My mount was now thoroughly done up, having eaten almost nothing for three days. I asked the farmer if he had a horse for sale.
"There are several in the stable," he replied, "but they belong to my son, and he is on commando; so I am sorry, but I can"t sell you one."
"I tell you what we"ll do," said Delange. "I"ll give you one of mine for yours, which can then remain here till it gets well. Should you come round here again one day we can then change back again."
"But suppose the animal dies?"
"Oh, I"ll risk that. What is one horse more or less?"
I gratefully accepted this generous offer, and soon had my new acquisition saddled. It was a lively little nag, and all my weariness pa.s.sed away as I felt it bound between my knees. Delange remained here, and my comrade and I continued our journey alone, making for Vrede.
"There"s a Jew a few miles from here," said the farmer as he bade us good luck, "whom we suspect of treason. You should try and trap him and take him with you to Vrede."
Towards dusk we reached the Jew"s store. We rode up to the building and he came to the door, an intelligent-looking man.
"Good evening," I said in English, "are there any Boers about?" We were both dressed after the English style.
When the man"s wife heard English spoken she also came to the door and stood by her husband"s side.
"Well, can"t you answer?" The fellow"s face was a study. He and his wife looked at each other, evidently feeling that some danger was threatening them.
"Sir," he said at last, speaking with an effort, "I have seen no Boers."
"Is this the road to Vrede?"
"Yes," he faltered.
"Thanks. Good-night," and we rode away. It might be easy to shoot a traitor in cold blood, but to try and trap a man into uttering his own condemnation seemed too cruel.
The next place we came to was a miserable-looking hovel standing by the wayside. The door was opened by an old man.
"Good evening, uncle. Can you sell us a few bundles of forage?"
"Good evening. Yes, certainly. Come inside. It"s a poor dwelling, but you are welcome. Johnny, take the horses and put them in the stable.
Won"t you join us at supper?"
Our appet.i.tes needed no stimulating, and we at once joined the family, who had just been sitting down to table when we arrived. After the meal our horses were saddled and brought to the door.
"What do we owe you for the forage?" we asked. It would be an insult under any circ.u.mstance to offer to pay a Boer for a meal, "paying guests" being still unknown to our benighted nation.
"No, my friends," he said. "I am poor, but I can"t take your money. We are all working for our country, and must help each other."