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I'll send McFrazer post haste to Nyaruma and get my friend
Wynyard, the District Commissioner, to send reliable native trackers.
These blighters are unholy frauds."
And signing to the natives to get out of the way, the Colonel urged
his horse into a hand-gallop, his companions following his example.
But his physical powers were unequal to the demand of his moral
strength and resolution; for upon arriving at Kilembonga he fell
forward in his saddle in a swoon. Van der Wyck was only just in time
to save him from a dangerous tumble.
So far the search for the missing lads had not only been
unsuccessful, but other misfortunes had descended upon this little
outpost of civilisation in the wilds of East Africa.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE RAVING OF THE WITCH-DOCTOR
On Piet Van der Wyck, the Colonel's guest, descended the mantle
of responsibility. With the exception of the dour Scot, McFrazer, he
was the only active white man on the estate, and in spite of his years
he rose nobly to the occasion.
The first step was to have the injured man carried to his bed. Here
the Afrikander, skilled in veldt surgery and medicine, deftly removed
Colonel Narfield's boots and leggings. Already the sprained ankle
had swollen badly, and once the compression of the foot gear was
removed, the foot enlarged to greatly abnormal dimensions.
With the aid of embrocation and hot water Van der Wyck dressed
the injury and then proceeded to restore the patient to
consciousness.
Colonel Narfield's first act upon opening his eyes was to attempt to
get out of bed, protesting that happen what may he was not going to
lie there while his two young charges were still missing.
"You'll have to stay there for a few days," he declared. "By getting
up you will not only injure yourself, but no doubt hamper the work of
the searchers. I am sending McFrazer as you ordered, and until the
native trackers arrive I will patrol the road with the Haussas."
The injured man saw the force of Van der Wyck's contentions. He
simply had to give up, although the state of his active mind can well
be imagined.
McFrazer, booted and spurred, was ready for his long ride when
the Afrikander left the patient's room.
"Oh, ay," he replied. "Then I'm just awa'," as if a 150-mile ride were
an everyday occurrence.
The natives did almost exactly what their fellow tribesmen had
done the previous day, coming to a halt in precisely the same spot
and declaring that the lost men had "gone up."
Van der Wyck, who spoke most of the Kaffir dialects fluently, had
little difficulty in making himself understood in the tongue of
Sibenga's people; but he found it impossible to get the natives to
climb the trees and make further investigations. They professed
ignorance of the command, shaking their heads and uttering the
word "Maquishi" (finished).
Wynyard meant to do his task thoroughly. Apart from the fact that
two Englishmen had disappeared, Colin and Desmond were, like
himself, Stockmere Old Boys.
Within forty minutes of his arrival Wynyard was on the road again.
With him went Van der Wyck, none too readily, for he mistrusted
mechanical cars. He would have preferred his trusty horse, but that
animal had been worked hard of late, and, as time was a great
consideration, the Afrikander took courage and rather nervously sat
beside Wynyard in the car.
In the rear were crowded Tenpenny Nail, Blue Fly, and the native
sergeant, while the second car was packed with native trackers,
police, and a huge dog, partly bloodhound and partly wolfhound.
"We are nearing the place where the Sibenga Kraal trackers lost
the spoor," cautioned Van der Wyck, as the leading car jolted and
bumped through the dense avenue.
"Oh," ejaculated Wynyard, "is that so? But I think I'll start at the
beginning. There's nothing like independent clues."
Van der Wyck was not in the least surprised that the hound came to
a standstill at the very spot which the two pairs of trackers had
already indicated as the end of the spoor. The animal, showing a
decided disinclination to proceed, was led back to the second car,
and the Nyaruma trackers were told to carry on the good work.
In five minutes they delivered their verdict. The missing white men
had "gone up." They were positive about that, but, like the Sibenga
Kraal trackers, they resolutely declined to continue their
investigations in the overhanging branches of the trees.
Assisted by Tenpenny Nail and Blue Fly, the sergeant carried out
his instructions. Thereupon Wynyard swarmed up the rope and
gained the leafy branch. But there was nothing that afforded him a
clue, or, if there were, he failed to detect it. The leaves and young
twigs showed no sign of having been disturbed; the resinous wood
bore no trace of the contact of the studded sole of a boot.
Wynyard was still engaged in scanning the map when his attention
was distracted by the sounds of shouting and yelling. Four hundred
yards down the road came Logula and his warriors, all armed in
characteristic fashion with spears, shields, and kerries, and rigged
out in feathers, paint, and other native insignia.
"Let him try, Mr. Wynyard," advised the old man. "Times before I
have both heard and seen these wizards at work in the Transvaal
and Zululand. I have no faith in their methods, but their results are
sometimes very wonderful. Out of darkness we may find light."
"Makoh'lenga."
CHAPTER XXVIII
KIDNAPPED
"Yes, you lucky beggar," agreed his chum enviously. "Of course, it's
jolly sporting of you to divide your share, and I'm grateful. At the
same time, 'tisn't the same, if you can understand. S'posing, for
instance, it had been my lucky shot, you'd understand then."
"Colonel Narfield would have been snuffed out if you hadn't," said
Tiny. "The ordinary .303's had no more effect than tickling a wild cat
with a straw. By Jove! I am sleepy ... aren't those niggers kicking up
an infernal row?"
"Let's slow down a bit and miss most of the dust and noise,"
suggested Colin. "We can keep an eye on the bearers just as well, if
not better."
Checking their horses, the two chums allowed the bearers to draw
on ahead. It was a case of distance lending enchantment to the
scene, as the early sunlight glinted on the muscular, copper skins of
the wildly-excited natives.
"Ugh! The flies!" exclaimed Tiny. "That one nearly jumped down my
throat. 'Tain't all jam being in the rear of a procession—eh, what?"
"I'm going to have the best piece of the ivory sawn off," declared
Colin, ignoring his companion's complaint and reverting to the
subject of the spoils of the chase. "Then I'll send it home to my
people. And a chunk for Dr. Narfield, too. Probably the head will
shove it in the school museum with a notice on it, 'Shot by an Old
Boy,' sort of thing. My word, I'm jolly glad I came out here, aren't
you?"
"Hope so," said Desmond. "There's one thing, I've lost that rotten
cough .... Hullo! We're nearly into the forest. Hadn't we better hurry
along a bit. If those niggers took it into their heads to do a bunk,
you'd lose your ivory for a dead cert., old son."
"Half a mo!" exclaimed Colin. "My girth's slipping a bit. Hang on, old
man."
By this time the rear of the column was nearly three hundred yards
ahead and already in the shade of the dense foliage. The bearers,
probably with the idea of keeping up their courage in the gloom,
redoubled their shouts.
Then, bound hand and foot and effectually gagged, Colin and Tiny
were laid at full length upon a broad branch thirty feet above the
ground, with a dozen or more sinewy, active men keeping guard over
the captives and others in the higher branches watching with much
approval the deft work of their companions.
Each captive was carefully lifted from branch to branch until they
were at least eighty feet above the ground. During the operation the
men took particular pains not to break off any of the foliage,
methodically bending the twigs that hampered their progress, and
not allowing any part of the captives' bodies or clothing to come in
contact with the bark.
The next step was to pass the prisoners literally from hand to hand
and from tree to tree, the close formation of the massive branches
forming an almost continuous arboreal highway.
Then at a rapid pace, but with the same orderly silence that
characterised the opening stages of the operations, the natives
moved off, the two litters being borne in the centre of the long double
file.
The gags were then removed and the prisoners' ankles freed,
although their arms were still securely bound as before. Then into a
vast circle of armed warriors Colin and his chum were led, to find
themselves confronted by a gigantic man holding a gleaming axe of
yellow metal. By his side was a pillar of wood, somewhat resembling
the mediaeval executioner's block.
"If they've brought us all this way for the purpose of cutting off our
heads," thought Colin, "all I can say is they've gone to a lot of
unnecessary trouble. Tiny, old man," he added aloud, "for goodness'
sake don't let them see we've got the wind up. Let them see we're
Englishmen."
CHAPTER XXIX
IN THE HANDS OF THE MAKOH'LENGA
His captors were without exception tall and muscular and well-
proportioned. Their garb consisted solely of a white loin cloth. Their
bodies were "unadorned" with chalk and ochre after the fashion of
the majority of African tribes, nor were there any evidences of
voluntary mutilation so frequently to be met with amongst savages.
The only ornaments they wore were armlets of gold just above the
left elbow. Every male lenga over the age of sixteen wore one.
They were noticeably clean in their habits and persons, orderly and
well-disciplined, and, in short, seemed far in advance in the
principles of hygiene above even the doyen of the Kaffir races—the
pure-blooded Zulu.
There was no denying one fact—he felt "scared stiff." It was only by
a determined effort that he kept his well-schooled and steady nerves
under control. Perhaps if his arms had not been so securely bound
he might have precipitated matters by planting a blow with his fist
between the eyes of the copper-hued giant who was watching him
so covertly.
The men tendering the rifles simply saluted by bringing the right
hand in a horizontal position up to the chin. This was the recognised
form of salutation. Equals greeted one another by bringing the right
hand only breast high.
Several times Colin bethought him of the amulet, but, his arms
being bound, he was unable to produce it. Perhaps, after all, it was a
trump card. On the other hand, it might fail to produce the same
effect upon these mysterious men as it had once upon the obviously
less intellectual natives around Kilembonga.
At a word from the chief, Tiny's captors searched his pockets and
tore open his shirt. Every article they took—knife, cartridges,
handkerchief, matches, purse, and notebook they examined and
then placed in a row on to the ground. They expressed no delight at
the various objects which are highly prized by savages; indeed, their
looks betrayed disappointment.
The examination over, Tiny was set upon his feet and left alone.
The four warriors next directed their attention towards Colin, and he,
too, was placed in a horizontal position and searched.
Suddenly one of the men gave a shout of delight; it was the first
sound uttered by any one during the searching process. He had
discovered the swastika.
Cutting away the cord that held it, the finder reverently presented it
to the chief.
The last long-drawn reverberations died away, and utter silence fell
upon the close ranks of the Makoh'lenga warriors. Then, after a
lapse of nearly five minutes, came a low, bass roar from a distant
source. Somewhere, far up in the rugged mountains, an alert
sentinel was replying to the sonorous message of the ram's horn.
The message was short and obviously satisfactory and to the point,
for the moment the sound ceased the chief issued an order.
"Hope so," replied Desmond. "Only isn't it a bit too early to talk
about picnics and joy rides? That chap seems jolly pleased to be
able to bag your amulet. Now he's got that, what does he want us
for? That's what I want to know."
At a sign from the Chief, Colin and Tiny climbed into the litters.
Their previous acquaintance with this mode of conveyance had been
in a state of being bound hand and foot. Now their limbs were freed
and they were able to sit up and look about them, while an awning
had been provided to shelter them from the glare of the sun.
Following the base of the line of cliffs the Makoh'lenga marched for
nearly two miles until they arrived at a shallow stream running
through a deep gorge. Here the warriors turned sharp to the left, in
file, and began ascending the stream, which varied from ankle to
knee-deep.
Although the rivulet was not less than ten feet in width the walls of
the gorge, which averaged two hundred feet in height, almost met at
the top, so that the inclosed space was deep in gloom. It was a weird
experience to the two chums, as they watched the symmetrical lines
of dark figures making their way up-stream.
At length, above the swish of the water as hundreds of feet forced
their way against the steady current, came the dull roar of a
waterfall. Louder and louder grew the sound, until Colin could see an
apparently unbroken sheet of water falling from a height of quite a
hundred and fifty feet and breaking into a cloud of foam as it came in
contact with the bed of the gorge.
Here was a clear space of about three yards between the wall of
rock that formed a barrier and the gulley and the curtain-like
waterfall, and on the right of this space was a natural tunnel driven
obliquely through the wall of the chasm.
The bearers of the two litters were evidently anxious not to cause
their passengers any further inconvenience, for the two men in front
held the poles in their hands with the arms drooping to the full extent.
The men behind raised their ends of the poles upon their shoulders,
so that the litters were kept in practically a horizontal position.
During the passage of the tunnel the same silence on the part of
the warriors was observed, the only sounds being the pattering of
hundreds of bare feet upon the smooth rock and the hiss of the
flaring torches.
The subterranean march occupied about five minutes, then into the
blazing sunlight the long procession emerged.
It was a strange sight that greeted Colin's gaze as the litter came to
a standstill on the Makoh'lenga terrace. Although this was by no
means the summit of the mountain it was several miles in length and
about one and a half in breadth.
At some distance from the houses were buildings given over to the
manufacture of metal, woodwork, pottery, and cotton and worsted
goods, the Makoh'lenga being skilled artisans. There were several
ingenious machines used in connection with the various industries,
many of these being driven by water-power.
Colin soon discovered that the warriors who had escorted Tiny and
himself were only a small portion of the Makoh'lenga fighting men.