Diamond Dyke: The Lone Farm on the Veldt - Story of South African AdventureFenn, George Manville
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Diamond Dyke: The Lone Farm on the Veldt - Story of South African Adventure
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; South Africa -- Fiction
"And if I do," he said to himself, "the minute I am gone, the sneaking
jackals and vultures will appear as if by magic, and begin spoiling the
beautiful meat; Joe will laugh at me first for being a coward, and then
turn angry because I have left the eland for the animals to maul."
Dyke stood with his forehead puckered up, terribly perplexed. He did
not mind the anger, but the thought of Emson thinking that he was too
cowardly to stop alone out there in the plain and keep watch for a few
hours was too much for him, and he rapidly loosened the girths again.
Then came the thought of a family of lions, which had perhaps been
unsuccessful, scenting out the eland, and coming up to find him in that
unprotected state.
It was horrible, and, with a shiver, he tightened up the girths, sprang
upon the cob, pressed its sides, and went off after Emson at a gallop,
followed by Duke, who barked joyously, as if applauding his master's
decision.
Dyke felt lighter hearted and as if every stride took him out of danger,
and he gave a glance round, saw dots here and there in the sky which he
knew were vultures hurrying up to the banquet, and drawing his left
rein, he made Breezy swing round, and rode in a semicircle back to the
eland with teeth set, a frown on his brow, and determination strong: for
he had mastered the feeling of panic that had assailed him, and though
he did not grasp the fact himself, he had made a grand stride in those
few minutes toward manhood.
"Let 'em come," he said bitterly; "I won't run away like that. Why, I
could only have done this if a lion as big as that one we shot were
already here."
In another five minutes, with the dots in different parts around growing
plainer, Dyke was back by the eland, and hobbling his horse's forefeet,
he loosened the girths again with almost angry energy; then unstrapping
the bit, left the cob to crop such green shoots as it could find.
As the boy performed these acts, he could not help stealing a glance
here and there; and then standing on the eland, so as to raise himself a
little, he shaded his eyes and carefully swept the plain.
He could see distant patches, which he made out to be herds, gradually
growing fainter, and several more dots in the sky, but no sign of danger
in the shape of lions; but he derived very little comfort from that, for
he knew well enough that the tawny-hided creatures would approach in
their crawling, cat-like fashion, and a dozen might be even then hidden
behind the bushes, or flattened down in the sand, or dry, shrubby
growth, with which their coats so assimilated as to make them invisible
to the most practised eye.
Dyke's teeth were pressed so hard together that they emitted a peculiar
grinding sound with the exertion as he leaped down, and the dog looked
up in a puzzled way, and uttered an uneasy bark.
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