Adventure stories; Gold -- Juvenile fiction; South Africa -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Fiction
Half an hour later he and Minho retired to their kartels, and were soon
sound asleep. The natives sat talking round the fire for another
quarter of an hour; and then, tired with their hard day’s trek, and the
labour of barricading the poort, they made their way to Engelbrecht’s
wagon, beneath which, having ensconced themselves under their blankets,
they were not long in following their master’s example. There remained
by their camp fire, which lay farthest away from the wagon, only Guy and
the Griqua. The latter threw a blanket carelessly over his captive, and
then settling himself comfortably under his kaross, a few feet away,
went to sleep. Thebus was a light sleeper, he had by his side a loaded
rifle, and he knew that the English lad was securely fastened.
Guy awoke very quietly some hours later. The moon had sunk; the
Southern Cross, which he had last seen glittering bolt upright in the
dark, star-sown night sky, now lay well over on its side. What had
roused him? He knew that something had touched him; what exactly, his
senses could not inform him. Then he felt a quiet, almost caressing
touch upon his shoulder, and a voice whispered very softly in his ear,
in Dutch, "Lie still, baas; it is Poeskop!" Guy did as he was told,
and, immediately, he felt hands busy at the rawhide riem that bound his
ankles. Then he became aware that a knife was at work; then his legs
were free. A dark figure wormed itself up, towards his hands, and with
the same silence and expedition his wrists were set free.
"Now," whispered the voice in his ear again, "creep away to the other
side of the fire. Go very gently."
"But Thebus?" whispered Guy.
"Thebus all right; he’ll not move again," returned Poeskop. "Come!"
Guy shuddered. He guessed what had happened, but did as he was told,
and began to roll himself very gently over the sand towards the other
side of the fire. Suddenly a dog barked in its sleep. The three
figures--they appeared to be but two, for Poeskop lay crouched close
alongside the Griqua--lay motionless as stones. Then all was silent
again.
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