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
Meanwhile the column had scattered far and wide to escape the second
rhinoceros, which had apparently taken fright at the number of men,
and had now disappeared. It was an hour before the negroes were
collected and the march resumed.
CHAPTER XXVI
DISASTER
The capture of Goruba cheered the whole garrison of the fort.
Curiously enough, it was rather as the evening visitor who disturbed
them than as the leader of the besiegers that the negroes regarded
him. No longer would they be worried by the mysterious intruder.
Kulana had, of course, told them about the hole in the wall of the
well. They were eager to see for themselves the passage through
which the giant had come, but Royce had forbidden that for the
present.
Royce on his part, while glad enough to have Goruba in his hands, was
in some doubt as to how he could turn that fact to account. Should
he inform the Tubus or not? He tried to think the matter out
thoroughly.
The Tubus would miss their leader as soon as morning broke. What
would they do? No doubt they would at first simply wonder where he
had gone, and why; but they would expect him to return and would feel
no alarm.
As time passed, however, his continued absence would perplex them.
It was pretty clear that they knew nothing of the secret passage.
They might begin to search for him, perhaps supposing that he had met
with an accident. Not finding him, they would grow more and more
anxious; the mystery would paralyse them; they might give up the
siege.
What would they do if they learnt that he was a prisoner? The fact
might equally discourage them; or it might enrage them and spur them
on to a desperate attempt to rescue him. On the whole, it seemed
better to keep them in ignorance, so Royce decided to lie low and say
nothing.
It was important at any rate that the prisoner should be securely
guarded. Accordingly, when morning dawned, Royce had him carried to
a little cell adjoining the room where Kulana did the cooking. There
was a low doorway between the two rooms, and through this Kulana
could keep his eye on Goruba.
Royce had the prisoner tied hand and foot, and instructed Kulana to
give him food and water at intervals. Then, to prevent a rescue, he
took some men down the well, through the passage and cave, and into
the tunnel, which he ordered them to block up at the farther end with
stones and earth. Thus, if the Tubus in their search for Goruba
should light upon the secret entrance among the trees, they would see
only a mass of rubbish and probably not pry further.
Two days passed. Goruba was sullen. He took his meals in silence
under the eyes of three of the Hausas, who released his hands for a
few minutes, and bound them again when he had finished. Gambaru
bathed his injured wrist, but he expressed no gratitude.
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