Part 56 (1/2)

”Really?” she said, still with a misgiving.

”Really. There won't be a vestige of a row, so don't be in the least afraid. Look. What do you think old Sandili is saying?”

”What?”

”That he never saw a white woman who was really pretty until this moment. And faith, I agree with him.”

Lilian laughed, and flushed softly; not so much at the old savage's compliment as at her lover's endors.e.m.e.nt of it.

”Eh--what?” cried Claverton, who was listening to something Sandili was saying. ”Fancy spoiling that pretty speech. The old brute?”

”What does he say?”

”He says that _you_ haven't given him anything, and must give him sixpence. I told him you would do nothing of the sort.”

”But I will. I should like to, just for the fun of the thing,” she laughed. ”Only, tell him he mustn't drink it; he must buy tobacco or something else with it. He looks awfully tipsy already.”

This Claverton duly translated, and the old savage nodded a.s.sent--of course as a mere matter of form--and Lilian gave him the sixpence with her own hand. Then he looked up at Marshall and made the same request; but that worthy, who had been watching the proceedings with disapproval, growled out, with something very like an oath, that ”the old blackguard would get nothing out of him.”

”He's going away now,” said Claverton. ”We'll watch him start. I imagine there'll be some difficulty in getting him under weigh.”

And there was. For when his horse was brought round--a sorry quadruped, with ragged caparisonings in keeping with those of its owner--behold, the old chief was so much the worse for liquor that, when helped into the saddle, he would have tumbled off on the other side but for the timely support of one of his followers, who was ready to hand. Then two others mounted, one on each side of their exalted ruler, and thus supporting him, rode off, the whole trio swaying and lurching from side to side; for the supporters were only a degree less ”screwed” than the supported. About thirty followers, mounted and on foot, brought up the rear, chattering, shouting, and laughing, as they went.

”There goes the Great Chief of the Gaikas,” remarked Claverton, ironically, as they stood gazing after the receding party; ”the man upon whose nod it depends as to whether the colony will be swamped in war, or whether the outbreak will be just an abortive affair in the Transkei, to be settled by the Police. And--look at him!”

”Drunken brute!” growled Marshall. A tall man, with grizzled hair and beard, now strolled up to them. It was the storekeeper. ”Evenin',” he said, laconically, doffing his hat as he caught sight of Lilian. ”I heard some one talking outside; but there were too many of those chaps within, and I couldn't get away for a minute, or they'd have looted the place. h.e.l.lo, Joe! Where're you from?”

”Been the rounds. What was up with that n.i.g.g.e.r jes' now?”

”Oh, I kicked him out. He kept plaguing me to give him some 'bacca-- said he was Sandili's brother. I told him to clear, or, if he was Sandili himself, I'd kick him out. And I did.”

”Aw, aw!” guffawed Joe. ”But I say, Thompson, you don't seem to lay yourself out much to amuse the chief!”

”Who? Sandili? Oh, no. He often comes here. I just give him a gla.s.s of grog and a bit of 'bacca, and let him sit down and make himself happy till he goes. I never bother about him. He cadges a lot of 'tickeys',”

(threepenny-bits) ”out of his fellows. They come here to get a drink, and then the old rascal makes them 'stand' him instead.”

Marshall guffawed again. ”I say,” he said, ”those chaps are making a jolly row. Why don't you clear them out?”

”Where?” said the trader, turning. ”Oh, they'll go when they're tired.”

”They” being a group of Kafirs, sitting round the man lately ejected, who was declaiming violently, and waxing more excited every moment, as he flung his arms about and brandished his sticks, and his language became more and more threatening. Claverton, who foresaw a row, was divided between a wish to get Lilian away and reluctance to desert a countryman under the circ.u.mstances; but the first consideration was paramount.

”Well, we must be going. Good day to you,” he said, shaking hands with the trader. ”Good day, Marshall. Are you coming?”

”N-no; I think I'll rest a bit longer.”

Just then the whole party, numbering perhaps a dozen, walked up to Thompson, the injured individual in advance. The latter, in an insulting and aggressive tone, demanded a sovereign in satisfaction for his wrongs.

Calmly eyeing the braggart and the muttering group behind him, the storekeeper lighted his pipe and repeated his order to quit.