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"I can't wait," complained Bela rebelliously. "Soon I be old." "Some are here already," he added. She looked at him questioningly. "Las' week," he went on, "the big winds blow all the ice down the lake. It is calm again. The sun is strong. So I put my canoe in the water and paddle out. Me, I can't walk ver' good. Can't moch ride a horse. But my arm's strong.
Bela Moshi was a mere child in certain respects, and the mild threat had its effect. "Den me tink me lib, sah," he said. With this assurance Wilmshurst left to snatch a few hours' much-needed rest. The bulk of the white men comprising the garrison were behind the earthworks. Occasional sharp bursts of rifle firing came from the bush, but no reply was made by the defenders of the kraal.
What do you mean?" cried Sam. "You owe the clothes you wear to her, and the gun you carry! The horses you drive are hers!" "You lie!" cried Sam, springing toward the door. Joe whipped up his horses. "Ask her!" he shouted back. Sam whirled about and, seizing the wrist of the shrinking Bela, dragged her out of her corner. "Is it true," he demanded "the horses? Answer me before them all!"
Bela Tiffany and the old loyalist and me, we had babbled about dreams of the past, until we almost fancied that the clock was still striking in a bygone century.
"I don't know exactly the legal name of it. He carried off a girl against her will. This girl!" pointing to Bela. "Regularly tied her up and carried her off in a canoe, and kept her prisoner on an island in the lake." The policeman was startled under his military air. "Is this true?" he asked Bela. Bela, without saying anything, allowed him to suppose that it was.
"Lucky for you, Béla, that Andor goes off to-day for three years," said a tall, handsome girl to her neighbour; "you would not have had much chance with Elsa otherwise." The man beside her made no immediate reply; he was standing with legs wide apart, his hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.
"Good for you, Bela!" they cried. "You're a game sport, all right! You're right; they're not worth bothering about. We'll stand by you!" She seemed unimpressed by their enthusiasm. "Time to go," she said, shepherding them toward the door. "Come to-morrow. I have ver' good dinner to-morrow." "You bet I'll be here!" "Count on me!" "Me, too!" "You're all right, Bela!" "Good night!" "Good night!"
"By George, I'd like to bind it with a kiss!" "Look out, you turn us over," said Bela coolly. "The water moch cold." Joe was quite carried away. "You beauty!" he cried. "Your skin is like cream. Your hair is like black velvet. You sit there as proud as a leading lady. I can't wait for you!" "I ain't promise not'ing yet," said Bela warningly.
Bela had staked everything on it, and they could not take it down without capsizing the dugout. The oarsmen came rapidly, with derisive shouts in anticipation of a speedy triumph. "You've got your gun," muttered Sam. "You're a better shot than any of them. Use it while you have the advantage." She shook her head. "No shoot. Too moch trouble mak' already." "Plug their boat, then," said Sam.
Must she always get the best of him? If there had only been a man of her people there that he could take it out on! He broke into passionate denunciations of her. It was a weird enough scene, there on the shore in the dim dusk. "What are you keeping me here for, anyway?" was the burden of his cry. "What do you expect to gain by it?" "You safe here," Bela muttered.
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