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
For so it was. We had made up our minds that we were to be last, but
the Colonel's determination was to bear round to the left instead of the
right; and in consequence of the movement the rear troop led. We rode
on at a walk till we had passed round by the rocks which harboured the
baboons, and then on till we were nearly opposite the opening by which
we had entered the old stronghold.
Then the order came, "Right!" and we struck off straight away for the
Boer force opposite, an advance-guard and supports being sent out far
ahead; while the silence of the night was only broken by the
softly-muffled tread of the horses, and once in a way by an impatient
snort.
"That's the danger," said Denham to me softly. "Just at the nick of
time our nags 'll be telling the Doppies we're coming."
"Perhaps not," I replied. "Where they are they have horses about them
in all directions; and if they heard a snort, why shouldn't they think
it was from one of their own ponies?"
"I hope they will," said Denham impatiently. "But, I say, the chief
isn't going to keep us at this snail's-pace--is he? I want to gallop,
and get it done.--Hullo! old Dark Night; I didn't know you were there."
This was to Joeboy, who was walking with one hand on the cantle of my
saddle.
"Um!" said Joeboy; "come along take care of Boss Val."
"Good boy!" said Denham banteringly. "Take care of me too."
"Um! Yes! Take care too," replied the black; and just then an idea
struck me, and I hastened to communicate it to my companion at once.
"Why, Denham," I said, "we ought to send Joeboy right on in front, away
in advance of the guard. He wouldn't be noticed in the dark, and would
be able to get close to the outposts and let us know when it is time to
charge."
"Silence in the ranks there!" said a stern voice. "Not a word there!
Who's here?"
"Denham, sir," replied my companion.
"Then you had better go to the rear. I want trustworthy officers in
front during this emergency."
"Yes, sir," said Denham bitterly; and he was in the act of falling out
from his place when, feeling unable to contain myself, I broke out:
"I beg pardon, sir; it was my fault. I spoke to propose--"
"To propose what?--Silence!"
I was mutinous in my excitement, for I continued:
"To send on this black we have with us right in front. He could get
close up to the outposts without being seen."
I expected a severe rebuke before I had finished; but, to my surprise,
the Colonel--for it was he who had ridden up to the front--heard me to
the end.
"A black?" he said. "Is he to be trusted?"
"I'll answer for him, sir," I said eagerly.
"Here, Mr Denham," said the Colonel, "stay in your place. Yes--send
the black scout on at once to creep forward far in advance of the
column, and tell him to come back and give us full warning of how near
we are to the enemy."
The Colonel drew rein as soon as he had spoken, and we passed on, while
as soon as we were getting out of hearing Denham gripped my arm.
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