CHAPTER III
THE RESCUE
The second Quabie advance did not begin till about half-past seven.
Even savages love their lives and appreciate the fact that wounds hurt
very much, and these were no exception to the rule. Their first rush
had taught them a bitter lesson, of which the fruit was evident in the
crippled or dying men who rolled to and fro baked in the hot sun within
a few yards of the stoep, not to speak of those who would never stir
again. Now, the space around the house being quite open and bare of
cover, it was obvious that it could not be stormed without further heavy
losses. In order to avoid such losses a civilised people would have
advanced by means of trenches, but of these the Quabies knew nothing;
moreover, digging tools were lacking to them.
So it came about that they hit upon another, and in the circumstances a
not inefficient expedient. The cattle kraal was built of rough,
unmortared stones. Those stones they took, each man carrying two or
three, which, rushing forward, they piled up into scattered rough
defences of about eighteen inches or two feet high. These defences were
instantly occupied by as many warriors as could take shelter behind
them, lying one on top of the other. Of course, those savages who
carried the first stones were exposed to our fire, with the result that
many of them fell, but there were always plenty more behind. As they
were being built at a dozen different points, and we had but seven guns,
before we could reload, a particular schanz, of which perhaps the first
builders had fallen, would be raised so high that our slugs could no
longer hurt those who lay behind it. Also, our supply of ammunition was
limited, and the constant expenditure wasted it so much that at length
only about six charges per man remained. At last, indeed, I was obliged
to order the firing to cease, so that we might reserve ourselves for the
great rush which could not now be much delayed.
Finding that they were no longer harassed by our bullets, the Quabies
advanced more rapidly, directing their attack upon the south end of the
house, where there was but one window, and thus avoiding the fire that
might be poured upon them from the various openings under the veranda.
At first I wondered why they selected this end, till Marie reminded me
that this part of the dwelling was thatched with reeds, whereas the rest
of the building, which had been erected more recently, was slated.
Their object was to fire the roof. So soon as their last wall was near
enough (that is, about half-past ten of the clock) they began to throw
into the thatch assegais to which were attached bunches of burning
grass. Many of these went out, but at length, as we gathered from their
shouts, one caught. Within ten minutes this part of the house was
burning.
Now our state became desperate. We retreated across the central
passage, fearing lest the blazing rafters should fall upon our natives,
who were losing heart and would no longer stay beneath them. But the
Quabies, more bold, clambered in through the south window, and attacked
us in the doorway of the larger sitting-room.
Here the final fight began. As they rushed at us we shot, till they
went down in heaps. Almost at our last charge they gave back, and just
then the roof fell upon them.
Oh, what a terrible scene was that! The dense clouds of smoke, the
screams of the trapped and burning men, the turmoil, the agony!
The front door was burst in by a flank onslaught.
Leblanc and a slave who was near him were seized by black, claw-like
hands and dragged out. What became of the Frenchman I do not know, for
the natives hauled him away, but I fear his end must have been dreadful,
as he was taken alive. The servant I saw them assegai, so at least he
died at once. I fired my last shot, killing a fellow who was
flourishing a battle-axe, then dashed the butt of the gun into the face
of the man behind him, felling him, and, seizing Marie by the hand,
dragged her back into the northernmost room--that in which I was
accustomed to sleep--and shut and barred the door.
"Allan," she gasped, " Allan dear, it is finished. I cannot fall into
the hands of those men. Kill me, Allan."
"All right," I answered, "I will. I have my pistol. One barrel for you
and one for me."
"No, no! Perhaps you might escape after all; but, you see, I am a
woman, and dare not risk it. Come now, I am ready," and she knelt down,
opening her arms to receive the embrace of death, and looked up at me
with her lovely, pitiful eyes.
"It doesn't do to kill one's love and live on oneself," I answered
hoarsely. "We have got to go together," and I cocked both barrels of
the pistol.
The Hottentot, Hans, who was in the place with us, saw and understood.
"It is right, it is best!" he said; and turning, he hid his eyes with
his hand.
"Wait a little, Allan," she exclaimed; "it will be time when the door is
down, and perhaps God may still help us."
"He may," I answered doubtfully; "but I would not count on it. Nothing
can save us now unless the others come to rescue us, and that's too much
to hope for."
Then a thought struck me, and I added with a dreadful laugh: "I wonder
where we shall be in five minutes."
"Oh! together, dear; together for always in some new and beautiful
world, for you do love me, don't you, as I love you? Maybe that's
better than living on here where we should be sure to have troubles and
perhaps be separated at last."
I nodded my head, for though I loved life, I loved Marie more, and I
felt that we were making a good end after a brave fight. They were
battering at the door now, but, thank Heaven, Marais had made strong
doors, and it held a while.
The wood began to give at last, an assegai appeared through a shattered
plank, but Hans stabbed along the line of it with the spear he held,
that which I had snatched from the flank of the horse, and it was
dropped with a scream. Black hands were thrust through the hole, and
the Hottentot hacked and cut at them with the spear. But others came,
more than he could pierce, and the whole door-frame began to be dragged
outwards.
"Now, Marie, be ready," I gasped, lifting the pistol.
"Oh, Christ receive me!" she answered faintly. "It won't hurt much,
will it, Allan?"
"You will never feel anything," I whispered; as with the cold sweat
pouring from me I placed the muzzle within an inch of her forehead and
began to press the trigger. My God! yes, I actually began to press the
trigger softly and steadily, for I wished to make no mistake.
It was at this very moment, above the dreadful turmoil of the roaring
flames, the yells of the savages and the shrieks and groans of wounded
and dying men, that I heard the sweetest sound which ever fell upon my
ears--the sound of shots being fired, many shots, and quite close by.
"Great Heaven!" I screamed; "the Boers are here to save us. Marie, I
will hold the door while I can. If I fall, scramble through the
window--you can do it from the chest beneath--drop to the ground, and
run towards the firing. There's a chance for you yet, a good chance."
"And you, you," she moaned. "I would rather die with you."
"Do what I bid you," I answered savagely, and bounded forward towards
the rocking door.
It was falling outward, it fell, and on the top of it appeared two great
savages waving broad spears. I lifted the pistol, and the bullet that
had been meant for Marie's brain scattered that of the first of them,
and the bullet which had been meant for my heart pierced that of the
second. They both went down dead, there in the doorway.
I snatched up one of their spears and glanced behind me. Marie was
climbing on to the chest; I could just see her through the thickening
smoke. Another Quabie rushed on. Hans and I received him on the points
of our assegais, but so fierce was his charge that they went through him
as though he were nothing, and being but light, both of us were thrown
backwards to the ground. I scrambled to my feet again, defenceless now,
for the spear was broken in the Kaffir, and awaited the end. Looking
back once more I saw that Marie had either failed to get through the
window or abandoned the attempt. At any rate she was standing near the
chest supporting herself by her right hand. In my despair I seized the
blade end of the broken assegai and dragged it from the body of the
Kaffir, thinking that it would serve to kill her, then turned to do the
deed.
But even as I turned I heard a voice that I knew well shout: "Do you
live, Marie?" and in the doorway appeared no savage, but Henri Marais.
Slowly I backed before him, for I could not speak, and the last dreadful
effort of my will seemed to thrust me towards Marie. I reached her and
threw my hand that still held the gory blade round her neck. Then as
darkness came over me I heard her cry:
"Don't shoot, father. It is Allan, Allan who has saved my life!"
After that I remember no more. Nor did she for a while, for we both
fell to the ground senseless.
When my senses returned to me I found myself lying on the floor of the
wagon-house in the back yard. Glancing from my half-opened eyes, for I
was still speechless, I saw Marie, white as a sheet, her hair all
falling about her dishevelled dress. She was seated on one of those
boxes that we put on the front of wagons to drive from, "voorkissies"
they are called, and as her eyes were watching me I knew that she lived.
By her stood a tall and dark young man whom I had never seen before.
He was holding her hand and looking at her anxiously, and even then I
felt angry with him. Also I saw other things; for instance, my old
father leaning down and looking at _me_ anxiously, and outside in the
yard, for there were no doors to the wagon-house, a number of men with
guns in their hands, some of whom I knew and others who were strangers.
In the shadow, too, against the wall, stood my blood mare with her head
hanging down and trembling all over. Not far from her the roan lay upon
the ground, its flank quite red.
I tried to rise and could not, then feeling pain in my left thigh,
looked and saw that it was red also. As a matter of fact an assegai had
gone half through it and hit upon the bone. Although I never felt it at
the time, this wound was dealt to me by that great Quabie whom Hans and
I had received upon our spears, doubtless as he fell. Hans, by the way,
was there also, an awful and yet a ludicrous spectacle, for the Quabie
had fallen right on the top of him and lain so with results that may, be
imagined. There he sat upon the ground, looking upwards, gasping with
his fish-like mouth. Each gasp, I remember, fashioned itself into the
word "Allemachte!" that is "Almighty," a favourite Dutch expression.
Marie was the first to perceive that I had come to life again. Shaking
herself free from the clasp of the young man, she staggered towards me
and fell upon her knees at my side, muttering words that I could not
catch, for they choked in her throat. Then Hans took in the situation,
and wriggling his unpleasant self to my other side, lifted my hand and
kissed it. Next my father spoke, saying:
"Praise be to God, he lives! Allan, my son, I am proud of you; you have
done your duty as an Englishman should."
"Had to save my own skin if I could, thank you, father," I muttered.
"Why as an Englishman more than any other sort of man, Mynheer
Predicant?" asked the tall stranger, speaking in Dutch, although he
evidently understood our language.
"The point is one that I will not argue now, sir," answered my father,
drawing himself up. "But if what I hear is true, there was a Frenchman
in that house who did not do his duty; and if you belong to the same
nation, I apologise to you."
"Thank you, sir; as it happens, I do, half. The rest of me is
Portuguese, not English, thank God."
"God is thanked for many things that must surprise Him," replied my
father in a suave voice.
At that moment this rather disagreeable conversation, which even then
both angered and amused me faintly, came to an end, for the Heer Marais
entered the place.
As might have been expected in so excitable a man, he was in a terrible
state of agitation. Thankfulness at the escape of his only, beloved
child, rage with the Kaffirs who had tried to kill her, and extreme
distress at the loss of most of his property--all these conflicting
emotions boiled together in his breast like antagonistic elements in a
crucible.
The resulting fumes were parti-coloured and overpowering. He rushed up
to me, blessed and thanked me (for he had learnt something of the story
of the defence), called me a young hero and so forth, hoping that God
would reward me. Here I may remark that _he_ never did, poor man. Then
he began to rave at Leblanc, who had brought all this dreadful disaster
upon his house, saying that it was a judgement on himself for having
sheltered an atheist and a drunkard for so many years, just because he
was French and a man of intellect. Someone, my father as a matter of
fact, who with all his prejudices possessed a great sense of justice,
reminded him that the poor Frenchman had expiated, or perchance was now
expiating any crimes that he might have committed.
This turned the stream of his invective on to the Quabie Kaffirs, who
had burned part of his house and stolen nearly all his stock, making him
from a rich man into a poor one in a single hour. He shouted for
vengeance on the "black devils," and called on all there to help him to
recover his beasts and kill the thieves. Most of those present--they
were about thirty in all, not counting the Kaffir and Hottentot
after-riders--answered that they were willing to attack the Quabies.
Being residents in the district, they felt, and, indeed, said, that his
case to-day might and probably would be their case to-morrow. Therefore
they were prepared to ride at once.
Then it was that my father intervened.
"Heeren," he said, "it seems to me that before you seek vengeance,
which, as the Book tells us, is the Lord's, it would be well, especially
for the Heer Marais, to return thanks for what has been saved to him. I
mean his daughter, who might now very easily have been dead or worse."
He added that goods came or went according to the chances of fortune,
but a beloved human life, once lost, could not be restored. This
precious life had been preserved to him, he would not say by man--here
he glanced at me--but by the Ruler of the world acting through man.
Perhaps those present did not quite understand what he (my father) had
learned from Hans the Hottentot, that I, his son, had been about to blow
out the brains of Marie Marais and my own when the sound of the shots of
those who had been gathered through the warning which I left before I
rode from the Mission Station, had stayed my hand. He called upon the
said Hans and Marie herself to tell them the story, since I was too weak
to do so.
Thus adjured, the little Hottentot, smothered as he was in blood, stood
up. In the simple, dramatic style characteristic of his race, he
narrated all that had happened since he met the woman on the veld but
little over twelve hours before, till the arrival of the rescue party.
Never have I seen a tale followed with deeper interest, and when at last
Hans pointed to me lying on the ground and said, "There is he who did
these things which it might be thought no man could do--he, but a boy,"
even from those phlegmatic Dutchmen there came a general cheer. But,
lifting myself upon my hands, I called out:
"Whatever I did, this poor Hottentot did also, and had it not been for
him I could not have done anything--for him and the two good horses."
Then they cheered again, and Marie, rising, said:
"Yes, father; to these two I owe my life."
After this, my father offered his prayer of thanksgiving in very bad
Dutch--for, having begun to learn it late in life, he never could really
master that language--and the stalwart Boers, kneeling round him, said
"Amen." As the reader may imagine, the scene, with all its details,
which I will not repeat, was both remarkable and impressive.
What followed this prayer I do not very well remember, for I became
faint from exhaustion and the loss of blood. I believe, however, that
the fire having been extinguished, they removed the dead and wounded
from the unburnt portion of the house and carried me into the little
room where Marie and I had gone through that dreadful scene when I went
within an ace of killing her. After this the Boers and Marais's
Kaffirs, or rather slaves, whom he had collected from where they lived
away from the house, to the number of thirty or forty, started to follow
the defeated Quabie, leaving about ten of their number as a guard. Here
I may mention that of the seven or eight men who slept in the
outbuildings and had fought with us, two were killed in the fight and
two wounded. The remainder, one way or another, managed to escape
unhurt, so that in all this fearful struggle, in which we inflicted so
terrible a punishment upon the Kaffirs, we lost only three slain,
including the Frenchman, Leblanc.
As to the events of the next three days I know only what I have been
told, for practically during all that time I was off my head from loss
of blood, complicated with fever brought on by the fearful excitement
and exertion I had undergone. All I can recall is a vision of Marie
bending over me and making me take food of some sort--milk or soup, I
suppose--for it seems I would touch it from no other hand. Also I had
visions of the tall shape of my white-haired father, who, like most
missionaries, understood something of surgery and medicine, attending to
the bandages on my thigh. Afterwards he told me that the spear had
actually cut the walls of the big artery, but, by good fortune, without
going through them. Another fortieth of an inch and I should have bled
to death in ten minutes!
On this third day my mind was brought back from its wanderings by the
sound of a great noise about the house, above which I heard the voice of
Marais storming and shouting, and that of my father trying to calm him.
Presently Marie entered the room, drawing-to behind her a Kaffir karoos,
which served as a curtain, for the door, it will be remembered, had been
torn out. Seeing that I was awake and reasonable, she flew to my side
with a little cry of joy, and, kneeling down, kissed me on the forehead.
"You have been very ill, Allan, but I know you will recover now. While
we are alone, which," she added slowly and with meaning, "I dare say we
shall not be much in future, I want to thank you from my heart for all
that you did to save me. Had it not been for you, oh! had it not been
for you"--and she glanced at the blood stains on the earthen floor, put
her hands before her eyes and shuddered.
"Nonsense, Marie," I answered, taking her hand feebly enough, for I was
very weak. "Anyone else would have done as much, even if they did not
love you as I do. Let us thank God that it was not in vain. But what
is all that noise? Have the Quabies come back?"
She shook her head.
"No; the Boers have come back from hunting them."
"And did they catch them and recover the cattle?"
"Not so. They only found some wounded men, whom they shot, and the body
of Monsieur Leblanc with his head cut off, taken away with other bits of
him for medicine, they say to make the warriors brave. Quabie has burnt
his kraal and fled with all his people to join the other Kaffirs in the
Big Mountains. Not a cow or a sheep did they find, except a few that
had fallen exhausted, and those had their throats cut. My father wanted
to follow them and attack the Red Kaffirs in the mountains, but the
others would not go. They said there are thousands of them, and that it
would be a mad war, from which not one of them would return alive. He
is wild with grief and rage, for, Allan dear, we are almost ruined,
especially as the British Government are freeing the slaves and only
going to give us a very small price, not a third of their value. But,
hark! he is calling me, and you must not talk much or excite yourself,
lest you should be ill again. Now you have to sleep and eat and get
strong. Afterwards, dear, you may talk"; and, bending down once more,
she blessed and kissed me, then rose and glided away.
