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He told it a few days after Rudyard Byng had won that fight at Hetmeyer's Kopje, which had enabled the Master Player to turn the flank of the Boers, though there was yet grim frontal work to do against machines of Death, carefully hidden and masked on the long hillsides, which would take staggering toll of Britain's manhood.
Barry looked at him a little obliquely. "She came pretty near it when we took Hetmeyer's Kopje." "Is he all right again?" Stafford asked; then added quickly, "I've had so much to do since the Hetmeyer business that I have not seen Byng." Barry spoke very carefully and slowly. "He's over at Brinkwort's Farm for a while.
"I save the Baas at Hetmeyer's Kopje. I kill Piet Graaf to do it." There was a look of assurance in the eyes of the mongrel, which sent a wave of coldness through Stafford's veins and gave him fresh anxiety. He was in despair.
That midnight, when he was on his way to Hetmeyer's Kopje, he had flung from her room into the night, and ridden away angrily on his grey horse, not hearing her voice faintly calling after him. Now, did she want to see him the last time before he rode away again forever, on that white horse called Death? A shudder passed through her. "Ruddy!
Rudyard, with the same evidence as Ian held, the same letter as proof he, whatever he believed or thought, he had forgiven her. Only a few nights ago, that night before the fight at Hetmeyer's Kopje, he had opened his arms to her and called her his wife. In Rudyard was some great good thing, something which could not die, which must live on.
In spite of her conduct that midnight, when he was on his way to Hetmeyer's Kopje, he would have come again to her! How, indeed, he must have loved her; or how magnanimous, how impossibly magnanimous, he was! How thin and worn he was, and how large the eyes were in the face grown hollow with suffering!
Behind Hetmeyer's Kopje were the horses of the men whom Rudyard Byng had brought to take a position and hold it till support came and this flank of the Farmer's Army was turned; but the men themselves were at work on the kopjes the grim work of dislodging the voortrekker people from the places where they burrowed like conies among the rocks.
She had noticed nothing as she mounted the cart neither the driver nor the horses; but, as they hurried on, she was roused by a familiar voice saying, "'E done it all right at Hetmeyer's Kopje done it brown. First Wortmann's Drift, and then Hetmeyer's Kopje, and he'll be over the hills and through the Boers and into Lordkop with the rest of the hold-me-backs."
The face of the half-caste had grown more furtive than it was in the London days, and as he looked at Stafford now, it had a malignant expression which showed through the mask of his outward self-control. "I am prisoner," Krool answered thickly. "When where?" Stafford inquired, his eye holding the other's. "At Hetmeyer's Kopje." "But what are you a prisoner doing here at Brinkwort's Farm?"
The Staff Officer broke the sentence. "What Sandlip told you is what Nancy would tell Polly and Polly would tell the cook and then Rigby would know. But statement number one is an Ananiasism, for Byng saw his wife at the hospital the night before Hetmeyer's Kopje.