The long trail: A story of African adventureStrang, Herbert
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The long trail: A story of African adventure
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Africa -- Juvenile fiction; Black people -- Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"It was a good day for all this country when Rabeh was slain, and his
men were scattered to the winds. I knew not what had become of
Goruba, one of his chiefest captains; but in very truth it was he
that laid hands on you, for his stature and those marks upon his
cheeks betray him. And this news that you give me is heavy upon my
heart, for without doubt Goruba is again prowling like a lion about
these lands, and many a village will fall a prey to him."
Royce did his best to reassure the chief, pointing out that Goruba
had been alone, and there was no evidence that he was the leader of
any considerable body of men. This somewhat heartened the old man,
who declared, however, that he would henceforth be doubly watchful,
and advised the white man to leave the country as soon as possible.
"I shall go at my own time," said Royce quietly. "I thank you for
your warning, and will do what I can to repay your kindness."
Next morning he left the village with John and a dozen carriers, well
loaded with food-stuffs, and hastened at his best pace to rejoin his
friend.
CHAPTER IV
RUSHED BY TUBUS
Challis, after Royce had left him, felt somewhat uneasy. Royce had
spoken hopefully of getting back on the following day, but Challis,
remembering the difficulties of finding the way in a strange country,
was pretty sure that Royce had overestimated his powers, and was
prepared to be left in sole charge for at least two days, and perhaps
three. It was not a pleasant prospect, for the raiders could not be
very far away, and the possibility of being attacked was disturbing.
He kept a smiling face, however, and said nothing about his anxieties
to the boys.
The first thing to do was to form as secure a camp as possible. The
camping arrangements had been interrupted by the discussion leading
to Royce's departure. As soon as Royce was gone, Challis took the
matter in hand.
The spot which Royce had suggested as suitable for the camp was a
knoll, on which a few palm-trees grew, at one end of the village, and
Challis was rather surprised to find that, during his conversation
with Royce, the Hausas had not made a start. Wearing woe-begone
expressions on their faces, they were squatting beside their packages.
"Now, Kulana," said Challis to the second in command, "what are you
all idling for? Carry the stuff to those palm-trees yonder."
The men got up obediently, but they appeared to have a strange
hesitation in lifting their loads.
"Come, come!" said Challis. "I know that you are done up, but you
are not so bad as all that. Besides, it's only a few yards away, and
the sooner we form camp the sooner you'll get to sleep."
There was a murmuring among them. Still they did not offer to lift
the bundles.
Challis curbed his rising anger. The men were usually so willing
that he wished not to be hard on them. And both Royce and he had
already taken much interest in studying the queer moods and ideas of
these Africans.
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