For all they had primed him liberally with `Dutch courage' Ancram's
heart sank into his boots, as he found himself in the fresh, cool night
air, and realised that anything over a hundred savages lurked within
hardly more than three times that number of yards of him, thirsting for
his blood. No need to enjoin caution upon him. He stepped as though
walking on hot bricks. Suddenly he gave a violent start, and some
special extension of the mercy of Providence alone restrained him from
blazing off his gun. For he felt, rather than heard, stealthy footsteps
behind him. Then the merest whisper breathed through the darkness.
"It's all right. I've done it. Now let's get on."
And Ancram's knees tottered under him in the revulsion of feeling. No
murderous savage was this, stealing up to transfix him in the darkness.
It was only that they had been joined by Lamont.
"_Whau_! it is near the time," whispered Jabula, a fighting induna of
the old Insukamini regiment. "It will never be darker than this, and
these fools will be asleep by now. They believe we have gone away."
"Not yet, not yet," cautioned another man of equal rank. "When they
have drunk a little more they will be less watchful I know these whites
and their ways."
After some more whispered discussions it was agreed that they should
wait a little longer; and they lay there, in the darkness, impatiently
fingering their blades, and thinking hungrily over all the good things
they would find within that house when they had cut its occupants to
pieces.
Savages rarely embark on night attacks, any more than they are keen to
venture against unknown odds. These knew the odds they were facing: two
cool and resolute men--of Ancram's presence they were unaware--armed
with rifles which seemed to require no reloading, and who rarely missed
their aim. If such were to be overpowered, without terrific loss of
life to themselves, it must be during the hours of darkness. That was
the only chance, and even it was a desperate one. But for nearly two
hundred of them to retire before two men, however resolute, however
well-armed--no, that was not to be thought of.
The time had come, and now each supple, crawling shape moved noiselessly
through the darkness. Those who had white among their war adornments
had removed such, and were indistinguishable from the blackness that
enveloped them. On the edge of the cover they halted, listening
intently, but that dark silent house, now quite close, gave forth no
sound, showed no glimmer of a light. They moved forward once more,
those creeping snakes, a portion of them spreading out over the open
ground, their tactics being to surround the place completely, lest its
occupants should endeavour to escape in the darkness.
The circle closed in, and now they were right under the walls. Still no
sound! What did it mean? Simply that the man who had counselled
further delay had spoken the right word. The occupants were probably
fast asleep.
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