on the firing line-第10部分

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　parrot；　two　rooms　away。　As　a　result；　she　left　me　feeling　that　the　apology　really　ought　to　come　from　me。〃

〃Is　that　the　way　of　the　race？〃　Weldon　queried；　as　he　set　down　his　empty　cup。　〃If　so；　you　make　me　tremble。〃

〃Why？〃

〃Because；　without　in　the　least　intending　it；　I　have　accumulated　a　boy。〃

She　looked　up　suddenly。

〃How　do　you　mean？〃

〃I　don't　know　how。　It　apparently　did　itself。　It　was　the　day　before　we　went　out　to　be　fired　at；　and　he　said　his　name　was　Kruger　Roberts；　and　I　fed　him　some　empty　jam　tins。〃

〃A　huge　black　boy　with　bristly　hair？〃　she　interpolated。

〃Yes；　and　a　mouth　so　large　that　one　wonders　how　his　face　can　hold　it　all。〃

She　sat　up　alertly；　resting　her　folded　arms　on　the　edge　of　the　table。

〃This　becomes　interesting。　Kruger　Roberts　is　Syb's　avowed　and　lawful　lover。〃

Weldon　laughed。

〃Mine　also；　as　it　appears。　As　I　say；　I　fed　him　jam　tins。　There　were　four　of　them；　and　they　were　very　jammy。　Then　we　became　interested　in　the　Boers；　and　I　forgot　Kruger　Roberts。　When　I　came　back；　yesterday　morning；　dead　tired　and　my　horse　all　in　a　mess；　I　found　Kruger　Roberts　calmly　sitting　on　my　extra　blankets；　cleaning　my　shoes　with　Paddy's　best　dishcloth。　Paddy　was　in　a　wild　state　of　mutiny；　and　told　me　that　that　chattering　baboon　had　vowed　he　was　Trooper　Weldon's　boy。　Since　then；　I　have　tried　in　vain　to　dislodge　him；　but　it　is　no　use。　The　Nig　is　like　a　piece　of　satin；　and　it　is　all　I　can　do　to　keep　my　compressed…paper　buttons　from　winking　defiance　at　the　Boers　on　the　northern　edge　of　Sahara。〃

Alice　Mellen　laughed　with　the　air　of　one　who　understood　the　situation。

〃You　builded　better　than　you　knew；　Mr。　Weldon；　and　your　jam　tins　will　be　no　house　of　cards。　The　Kaffirs　are　an　unaccountable　race　of　beings；　lazy　and　good…natured。　Once　let　them　love　or　hate；　though；　and　all　their　strength　goes　into　the　working　out　of　the　feeling。　Kruger　Roberts　obviously　has　a　sweet　tooth；　the　day　may　come　when　your　enemies　may　find　it　changed　to　a　poisoned　fang。　Do　you　want　the　advice　of　one　who　knows　the　country？〃

〃I　do；〃　he　assented　heartily。

〃Then　keep　your　Kruger　Roberts；〃　she　said　decisively。

〃But　what　shall　I　do　with　him？〃

〃Let　him　do　for　you。〃

〃As　a　valet？　I've　never　been　used　to　such　luxury；〃　he　protested；　laughing。

She　shook　her　head。

〃Not　only　valet。　He　will　be　groom；　cook；　guide；　interpreter　and；　whether　you　wish　it　or　not；　your　chum。　Moreover；　he　will　do　it　all　with　the　face　of　a　clown　and　the　manner　of　a　tricksy　monkey。　As　a　panacea　for　the　blues；　you　will　find　him　invaluable。〃

There　was　a　little　pause。　Then　she　added；　with　a　complete　change　of　tone；　〃My　cousin　has　spoken　of　you　so　often；　Mr。　Weldon。〃

〃And　of　you；〃　he　returned。

The　directness　of　her　answer　pleased　him。

〃Then　we　ought　to　start　as　friends；　and　not　waste　time　over　mere　acquaintance。〃

〃I　thought　there　were　no　acquaintances　out　here；〃　he　answered　lightly。　〃In　camp；　our　first　question　is：　Friend；　or　foe？〃

〃In　the　towns；　we　have　every　grade　between。　Often　the　same　person　slides　through　all　the　grades　in　a　single　day。　But　you　haven't　answered　me。〃

His　eyes　met　her　eyes　frankly。

〃About　the　friendship？　I　thought　that　wasn't　necessary。〃

〃Customary；　however；〃　she　suggested；　with　a　smile。

〃But；　as　I　say；　there　are　no　customs　here；〃　he　retorted。　〃At　least；　I　should　have　said　so；　this　morning。　Now　I　am　not　so　sure。〃　Then　he　laughed。　〃I've　bungled　that　horribly；　Miss　Mellen。　What　I　meant　was　that　you　have　given　me　a　very　good　time；　this　afternoon。〃

〃Prove　it　by　coming　again；〃　she　advised　him。

〃If　I　may。　I　don't　wish　to　wear　out　my　welcome；　but　one　hasn't　so　many　friends　in　South　Africa。〃

〃What　about　Kruger　Roberts？〃　she　reminded　him。

〃That　gives　me　two。〃

〃And　Captain　Frazer？〃

Weldon's　eyes　lighted。

〃Some　day；　perhaps。　I　would　be　willing　to　wait　for　that。〃

Gravely　her　glance　roved　from　the　alert　young　Canadian　at　her　side　to　the　older；　more　steadfast　face　across　the　table。　Then　she　shook　her　head。

〃You　will　not　have　to　wait　long；　Mr。　Weldon？〃　she　said　quietly。　〃Captain　Frazer　spoke　of　you；　a　week　ago。　I　have　known　him　for　months；　I　know　what；　with　him；　stands　for　enthusiasm。〃

〃I　wish　you　might　be　a　true　prophet。　I　would　honor　you；　even　here　in　your　own　garden。　For　the　sake　of　Captain　Frazer's　regard；　I　would　give　up　most　things；〃　he　replied；　too　low　to　be　overheard　by　the　couple　who　were　now　chaffing　each　other　above　their　cooling　cups。

Later　on；　he　wondered　a　little　how　far　the　apparent　inconsequence　of　her　next　question　was　the　result　of　chance。

〃What　about　Cooee？〃　she　asked；　in　a　voice　as　low　as　his　own　had　been。

He　hesitated。　Then　he　looked　up　at　her　steadily。

〃Miss　Mellen；　I　am　sure　I　don't　know；〃　he　answered　gravely。




CHAPTER　EIGHT


〃Beastly　shame　that　the　Boers　hadn't　buried　themselves　instead　of　the　guns！〃　Carew　remarked；　as　he　wrestled　with　a　tough　thong　of　bully　beef　which　yielded　to　his　jaws　much　as　an　India…rubber　eraser　might　have　done。

Without　making　any　pretence　of　extracting　nutriment　from　his　own　ration；　Weldon　converted　it　into　a　missile　and　hurled　it　straight　at　his　companion。

〃There's　this　difference；〃　he　returned　pithily；　〃a　gun　is　a　good　enough　fellow　to　deserve　Christian　burial。　Carew；　do　you　ever　yearn　for　the　fleshpots？〃

Without　bringing　his　jaws　to　a　halt；　Carew　shook　his　head。

〃Do　you？〃　he　asked；　after　a　prolonged　interval。

〃Yes；　if　they　could　be　brought　here；　not　otherwise。　I　like　the　game；　but　I　also　like　a　little　more　oats　mixed　with　my　fodder。　How　long　is　it　since　we　had　a　square　meal？〃

〃How　long　since　we　halted　in　that　pineapple　grove；　coming　up　from　Durban？〃　Carew　retorted。　〃That　made　up　for　a　good　deal。　You　have　no　cause　to　rebel；　though。　Between　Paddy　and　Kruger　Bobs；　you　stand　in　for　all　the　tidbits　that　are　going。〃

With　a　mock　sigh；　Weldon　pointed　backward　over　his　shoulder。

〃But　unfortunately　Kruger　Bobs　and　The　Nig　are　left　behind　in　the　shadow　of　Naauwpoort's　dreary　heights。　By　the　way；　Carew；　does　it　ever　strike　you　that　these　Boers　make　a　lot　more　fuss　over　their　spelling　than　they　do　over　their　pronunciation？　At　home；　we'd　get　as　good　results　out　of　dozens　less　letters。〃

〃They　make　as　good　use　of　their　extra　letters　as　they　do　of　their　extra　bullets；〃　Carew　returned　tranquilly。　〃They've　been　sniping；　all　the　morning　long；　and　they　have　only　hit　a　man　and　a　quarter　now。〃

〃Which　was　the　quarter？〃

Turning；　Carew　displayed　a　jagged　hole　in　his　left　sleeve。　Weldon　laughed　unfeelingly。

〃Can't　you　keep　out　of　range；　you　old　target？　If　there's　a　bullet　coming　your　way；　it's　bound　to　graze　you。〃

〃This　is　only　the　fourth。　Only　one　of　those　really　meant　business。　Oh；　hang　it！　There　they　go　again！〃　he　burst　out；　as　a　distant　line　of　rocks　crackled　explosively　and；　a　moment　later；　a　random　bullet　opened　up　the　side　of　his　shoe。

With　the　swift　change　of　occupation　to　which　the　past　four　months　had　accustomed　them；　they　were　soon　in　the　saddle　and　galloping　off　across　the　rolling　veldt。　Before　them；　a　pair　of　guns　were　pounding　away　at　the　rocky　line　and　its　flanking　bushes；　and　beyond；　over　the　crest　of　the　next　ridge；　scores　of　thick…set；　burly　figures　were　racing　in　search　of　shelter；　with　a　fragment　of　the　Scottish　Horse　in　hot　pursuit。

Neck　and　neck　in　the　vanguard　raced　Weldon　and　Carew；　with　Captain　Frazer's　huge　khaki…colored　horse　hard　on　their　heels。　To　Weldon；　the　next　hour　was　one　of　fierce　excitement　and　pleasure。　The　shriek　of　the　shells；　long　since　left　behind；　the　flying　figures　before　them；　the　rise　and　fall　of　his　own　gray　little　broncho　as　she　stretched　herself　to　measure　the　interminable　veldt；　the　khaki…　colored　desert；　dotted　with　huge　black　rocks　and　shimmering　with　the　heat　waves　which　rose　above　it　towards　the　midday　sun：　his　pulses　tingled　and　his　head　throbbed　with　the　glorious　rush　of　it　all。

And　then　the　slouching　figures　were　met　by　other　slouching　figures；　and　reluctantly　Weldon　drew　in　his　horse；　as　the　halt　was　ordered。　Only　madness　would　prolong　the　chase　against　such　heavy　odds。　Mere　sanity　demanded　that　the　troopers　should　delay　until　the　column　came　up。　The　action　must　wait；　while　the　heliograph　flashed　its　call　for　help。　Weldon　grumbled　low　into　Carew's　ear；　as　the　minutes　dragged　themselves　along；　broken　only　by　indeterminate　volleys。

〃I　have　exactly　five　rounds　left；〃　he　said　at　length。　〃I　believe　in　obedience；　Carew；　but；　when　I　get　this　used　up；　by　jingo；　I'll　pitch　into　those　fellows　on　my　own　account。〃

〃Keep　cool；〃　Carew　advised　him　temperately。　〃You　always　were　a　thriftless　fellow；　you　must　have　been　wasting　your　fire。　Oh；　I　say；　what's　the　row　in　the　rear？〃

〃The　column；　most　likely。　It's　time；　too。　Those　fellows　would　be　on　us　in　a　minute。　Ah　ha！〃　And　Weldon　drew　a　quick　breath　of　admiration；　as　the　guns　came　up　at　the　gallop　under　the　watchful　eye　of　the　Imperial　Yeomanry。

Once　in　position　on　a　rise　to　the　left；　quickly　the　guns　unlimbered　and　opened　fire；　while　the　sergeants　gathered　around　the　boxes　of　spare　cartridges　on　the　ground　beside　the　panting　ammunition　horse。　Then　at　last　came　the　order　for　the　advance；　the　order　so　eagerly　awaited　by　Weldon；　maddened　by　his　long　exposure　to　the　bullets　of　his　unseen　foe。　In　extended　order；　the　squadrons　galloped　forward　until　their　goal　was　a　scant　five　hundred　yards　away；　when　of　a　sudden　a　murderous　fire　broke　out　from　the　rocks　in　front　of　them；　emptying　many　a　saddle　and　dropping　many　a　horse。　Under　such　conditions；　safety　lay　only　in　an　unswerving　charge。

Close　on　their　leaders'　heels；　the　troopers　spurred　forward　and；　revolver　in　right　hand；　rifle　in　left；　they　charged　over　the　remaining　bit　of　ground　and　into　the　midst　of　the　Boer　position。　Briton　and　Boer　met；　face　to　face。　Revolvers　cracked；　Boers　dropped。

Mausers　crashed；　Britons　fell。　And　then；　through　and　over；　the　British　charge　had　passed。

Even　then　Weldon　found　no　place　for　pause。　From　behind　the　Boer　position；　a　band　of　their　reinforcements　came　galloping　down　upon　him。　Caught　between　the　two　lines；　the　squadrons　wheeled　about；　fell　again　upon　the　broken　enemy；　dashed　through　them　and；　amid　the　leaden　hail；　retired　upon　their　own　guns。　And　now　once　more　the　gunners　could　reopen　fire；　and　the　shells　dropped　thick　and　f