Charge! A Story of Briton and BoerFenn, George Manville
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Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer
Fenn, George Manville
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
We must have gone, as I hoped in a perfectly straight direction, for
what appeared to be nearly an hour, and I was getting desperate about
our slow progress, when suddenly the assagai-shaft was jigged sharply
and then dragged; and for a moment I saw a faint spark of light far
ahead, due to the fact that Joeboy had gone down suddenly upon hands and
knees. I followed suit, and lay flat, listening, but only hearing my
heart throbbing slowly and heavily. Not a sound was to be heard for
fully half-a-minute; and then came the familiar click of iron against
iron, caused, as I well knew, by a horse champing at his bit and moving
the curb-chain. Directly after there was the dull _thud, thud_ of
horses' hoofs coming from our right, and I knew that mounted men were
approaching us at right angles to our course, and thought we must be
discovered the next minute or else trampled on by the horses.
For a moment or two my heart seemed to stand still and then to go at a
gallop, for the horses came nearer and nearer; and I tried to press
myself closer and closer to the sand as one horse passed within two or
three yards of my feet, and another a little way in front.
I could hardly believe the men had gone by without seeing us, though I
had not seen them, and still crouched down, expecting to hear the riders
turn and come back. Hence it was like a surprise when I heard a faint
rustling which indicated that Joeboy was getting up; and, warned by a
jerk of the spear-shaft, I sprang up too.
"All ride by," said the black; and I realised now that a patrol must
have passed, with the men riding two or three horse-lengths apart to
keep guard against any surprise parties of our troop.
We went on again for a short distance, and then there was another
stoppage; for from the front came the murmur of voices talking in a low
tone, suggestive of a little outpost in front.
Joeboy made a brief halt, and then we went down on hands and knees, and
crawled to the right for about fifty yards before turning again in the
direction of the wagons; and this movement was kept up for quite a
hundred yards; then the black rose to his foot, and our walk
recommenced.
We must now, I thought, have kept on for above an hour, though I dare
say it was not more than half that time; but I fully believed it was
nearer three hours than two after we had left the fort when Joeboy
suddenly dropped down flat; and, as I followed his example, he backed
himself, walking quadrupedally on his hands and toes till he was able to
subside close to where I lay on my face.
"Boss Val tired?" he whispered. "Um?"
"Not a bit," I replied. "Are we near the wagons?"
"Um? Done know," he replied. "Close by Doppie. All quiet. Fas'
asleep. Lissum."
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