Part 13 (2/2)

”Only come and see us off this evening.”

”I will,” was the reply, ”and wish you safe back.”

”And, I say,” said Ingleborough: ”keep your eye on that scoundrel.”

”Anson? Oh yes: trust me! I haven't done with that gentleman yet.”

Directly after they were on their way to the director's room, and as they neared the door they could hear him pacing impatiently up and down as if suffering from extreme anxiety.

The step ceased as they reached and gave a tap at the door, and Mr Allan opened to them himself.

”Well,” he said, ”has the Commandant decided to send you?”

”Yes, sir,” replied West.

”I'm very sorry, and I'm very glad; for it must be done, and I know no one more likely to get through the Boer lines than you two. Look here, you'll want money. Take these. No questions, no hesitation, my lads; buckle on the belts beneath your waistcoats. Money is the sinews of war, and you are going where you will want sinews and bones, bones and sinews too.”

In his eagerness the director helped the young men to buckle on the two cash-belts he had given them.

”There,” he said; ”that is all I can do for you but wish you good luck.

By the time you come back we shall have sent the Boers to the right-about, unless they have captured Kimberley and seized the diamond-mines. Then, of course, my occupation will be gone. Goodbye.

Not hard-hearted, my boys; but rather disposed to be soft. There, goodbye.”

”Now then,” said West, ”we've no time to spare. What are we going to do about horses?”

”We've the money at our back,” replied Ingleborough, ”and that will do anything. We are on Government service too, so that if we cannot pay we can pick out what we like and then report to headquarters, when they will be requisitioned.”

But the task proved easy enough, for they had not gone far in the direction of the mines when they met another of the directors, who greeted them both warmly.

”I've heard all about it, my lads,” he said, ”and it's very brave of you both.”

”Please don't say that any more, sir,” cried West appealingly, ”for all we have done yet is talk. If we do get the despatch through there will be some praise earned, but at present we've done nothing.”

”And we're both dreadfully modest, sir,” said Ingleborough.

”Bah! you're not great girls,” cried the director. ”But you are not off yet, and you can't walk.”

”No, sir,” said West; ”we are in search of horses--good ones that we can trust to hold out.”

”Very well; why don't you go to someone who has been buying up horses for our mounted men?”

”Because we don't know of any such person,” said West. ”Do you?”

”To be sure I do, my lad, and here he is.”

”You, sir?” cried Ingleborough excitedly. ”Why, of course; I heard that you were, and forgot in all the bustle and excitement of the coming siege. Then you can let us have two? The Commandant will give an order for the payment.”

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