Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whitesFenn, George Manville
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Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whites
Fenn, George Manville
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting stories; Travel -- Fiction
"Well, I'm blessed!" cried Buck. "And--and--and--" He looked first at
one lad and then at the other, as he rummaged first with one hand and
then with the other in his pockets, and then with both together, before
turning savagely upon Dan and roaring out, "Here, who's got my knife?"
"Well, not me, messmate. Here's mine;" and laying hold of the short
lanyard about his neck he hauled out his big jack knife from inside the
band of his trousers. "You don't call that yourn, do you?"
"Na-ay!" growled Buck. "Wouldn't own a thing like that. Mine was made
of the best bit of stuff that ever came out of Sheffield."
"Only a Brummagem handle, though," said Dan.
"Never mind about the handle," growled Buck. "I wouldn't have lost that
knife for anything--almost as soon lost my head. You know what a good
one it was, Mr Mark, sir. Why, you might have shaved yourself with it,
sir, if you had waited till you was grown up."
"Here, none of your chaff, Buck. You can't joke easily. I know I have
got no beard, but when it does come I hope it won't come carroty like
somebody's."
"Carroty, sir? Not it! Last time I see my mother it had growed while I
had been away three years, and she said it made her feel proud, for it
was real hauburn."
"Well, never mind about your beard, messmate," said Dan, in a deep,
gruff voice. "Do you feel sure as you have lost the knife?"
"I feel sure that it's gone in the night, along of Mr Mark's rifle."
"What, out hunting together?" said Mark, laughing.
"Well, good companions," said Dean. "One shoots the game, and the other
skins and cuts it up."
"I don't quite see what you mean, gentlemen," said Dan; "but it seems to
me, Mr Mark, that you and me see the beggar that comes hanging about
and that sneaked your gun and his knife."
"Yes," said Mark, "that's it; and I feel sure that if we come to look
about we shall find lots of other things are gone."
"Yes, sir," said Dan, "no doubt about it, and we have got the right pig
by the ear, Mr Mark. I don't mean our little Pig, but you know what I
do mean; and now, I don't like to take too much upon myself, sir."
"Take an inch, Dan; take an ell. You being a sailor, take as many
fathoms as you like, only find my gun."
"That's just what I'm going to try and do, sir, and old Buck's knife
too, if I can; so if you will allow me, gentlemen, I'll just make a
propogishum."
"Go ahead then, and be smart, before old Brown gets here. Yonder he
comes."
"Well, it's just this way, gentlemen. I say, let's get our two niggers
here, and don't let them think for a moment as we 'spects them, but drum
it into their heads somehow as something's missing. Teach 'em same as
you would a dog, and show them a rifle and a knife, and tell them to
seek. I don't quite know how you are going to make them understand as
it's a black who crawled up in the night, but I daresay you two clever
gents will manage that."
"And what then?" cried the two boys, in a breath.
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