With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born LeaderHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
He took off his boots, and then stole up to the front door and turned
the handle noiselessly. As he expected, no light was burning there, but
the door of the room in which the men were sitting was not quite
closed, and after he had stood still for a minute, his eyes, accustomed
to the greater darkness outside, took in his surroundings. To his great
delight he saw that four or five hats of different shapes and materials
were hanging there, and a heap of long warm coats were thrown together
on a bench. Looking round still more closely he saw five or six rifles
in the corner by the door, and to these were hanging as many
bandoliers. He first took down two felt hats of different sizes, and
picked out two of the coats; then, with great care to avoid any noise,
he took two rifles with their bandoliers from the corner and crept out
through the door, which he closed behind him carefully; for if they
found it open the Boers might look round and discover that some of
their goods were missing, whereas any one of them coming casually out,
even with a light, would not be likely to notice it. He put on one of
the bandoliers, then a coat, and then slung one of the rifles behind
him; then, after putting on his boots he went out with the other
articles and hid them inside the gate of an evidently deserted house a
hundred yards from the other. He felt sure that even when the loss was
discovered there would be no great search made for the thief. It would
be supposed that some passing Kaffir had come in and stolen the things,
and they would consider that, until the following morning, it would be
useless to look for him. Feeling now perfectly confident that he could
pass unsuspected, he entered the principal street. Here there were a
good many Boers about, but none paid the slightest attention to him.
Presently he came to a store that was still open. The owner was of
course Dutch. He had been a pronounced loyalist when Sankey was last in
Dundee, but had evidently thought it prudent to change sides when the
British left. Sankey had been in the shop twice with Willesden, and had
found the man very civil, and, as he thought, an honest fellow, but
with so much at stake he dared not trust him now. Food he must have,
that was certain, but if he had to obtain it by threats, he must do it
at one of the outlying houses. It would be dangerous anyhow, for,
though he could frighten a man into giving him what he required, he
could not prevent him from giving the alarm afterwards. While he was
looking on a mounted Boer stopped at the shop door. He dismounted at
once, and lifted a large bundle from his saddle.
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