Part 55 (1/2)

”Good morning,” said the officer sharply. ”Your despatches are, of course, very important, and it is urgent that they should be delivered at once?”

”Yes, sir,” said West eagerly. ”Then we may go on at once?”

The General smiled.

”No,” he replied; ”all through the night scouts and natives have been coming in, and in general from different sources one has a great variety of news; but in this case, coming from parts widely asunder, I get the same announcement. Stung by the defeat I have given them and the loss of their convoy and big guns, they have been collecting in great force, evidently to try and surround me in turn and recover all they have lost.”

”Then we had better make a dash for it at once, sir, before the way is completely closed,” said West.

”The way is completely closed, young man,” said the General gravely.

”East, west, north, and south, there are strong commandos with guns, and there is only one way open for you.”

”And that is?” said West excitedly, for the General had stopped.

”By going nearly due west, and cutting your way through.”

”Cutting our way through!” said West blankly, and he turned to look at Ingleborough for an explanation, but the latter only shrugged his shoulders.

”Ah, you are both puzzled!” said the General, smiling. ”You want to know how you are to cut your way through! I'll tell you: by keeping with me and letting my fellows clear the road for you!”

”But--” began West.

”There is no 'but' in the matter, sir,” said the General. ”You are both willing messengers; but you cannot do impossibilities. If you go on in your own way you will be either shot down or captured, and in either case your despatches will fall into the enemy's hands.”

”Unless I destroyed them first!” said West bitterly.

”Of course. That is what you would try to do, my lad, if you had time.

But as you would naturally defer that till the last extremity, the probabilities are that this necessary task would be left undone.

Rifle-bullets fly very swiftly, and the Boers' traps are cleverly set, as our people are finding to their cost.”

”But the despatches must be delivered, sir,” said West excitedly, ”and it is my duty to go on at any risk!”

”And mine to do two things, young gentleman,” said the General, speaking very sternly. ”One is, to a.s.sist you in the task you have in hand; the other, as I find that Kimberley is being hard pressed, to try and cut my way through to the help of the brave people who are holding it against great odds. Now, as the two objects work together, your way must be with us. I may not be able to force my way through, but I can certainly see you well on your way.”

”Then we are to stop with your cavalry brigade, sir?” said West, in disappointed tones.

”Certainly, as long as I am making a forward movement, which will commence at once. If I find it necessary to diverge from the course laid down, on account of the extent of the convoy I have captured and the number of prisoners, I shall give you fair warning, so that you may make a dash for yourselves. There, gentlemen, I am busy. You will attach yourselves to my staff, and help keep a watch over the loot in diamonds.”

Taking this to be a dismissal, the two young men retired to talk the matter over in their own quarters.

”I don't like it!” said West excitedly. ”We have our orders as to what we are to do about the despatch! Ought we to let a cavalry general override those instructions?”

”I suppose so,” replied Ingleborough. ”Perhaps, after all, he is right.”

”Right?”

”Well, he knows from good information the state of the country, and we do not. It would be better for your despatch never to be delivered than for it to fall into the enemy's hands.”

”Of course!”