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Meanwhile this poor girl's happiness and future are at stake. "Allan," said Anscombe to me a little later, for by now he called me by my Christian name, "I suppose you haven't heard anything about those oxen, have you?" "No, I could scarcely expect to yet, but why do you ask?"
I had left Kaatje with Anscombe and Heda; therefore Kaatje could tell me what had become of them. And at this thought my heart sank why was she here in this most inappropriate meeting-place, alone?
"It is the lot of life, Heda, that we should lose what we love. Be thankful, therefore, that you have some one left to love." "Yes, thank God! that's true. If it had been him no, it's wicked to say that." Then I told her the story, and while I was doing so, Anscombe joined us, walking by aid of his stick.
Then it was that Anscombe broke in in his humorous, rather drawling voice. "How can you be so hard-hearted, Quatermain? After the supernatural terror which, as I told you, I experienced in that very place, I wouldn't condemn a kicking mule to go through it in this darkness. Let the poor devils stay; I daresay they are tired."
I opened my eyes and lo! there before me stood Anscombe and Heda. It was she who spoke the first, for I was tongue-tied; I could not open my lips. "Dear Mr. Quatermain, dear Mr. Quatermain!" she murmured in her sweet voice, then paused. Now at last words came to me. "I thought you were both dead," I said. "Tell me, are you really alive?"
"And yet you, who pretend to have a conscience, would expose me to their rage unprotected and alone," he replied with a twinkle in his eye which I could see even by moonlight. "Oh! Quatermain, how I have been mistaken in your character." "Look here, Mr. Anscombe," I said, "it's no use. I cannot possibly go on a shooting expedition with you just now.
The Commissioner's staff went away as it had come, back to the building with blue gums in front of it, which afterwards became Government House, that is all except you. You started across the square alone with a bundle of printed proclamations in your hand which evidently you had been charged to leave at the various public offices. "Let us follow him," I said to Mr. Anscombe.
Presently he grew confused, lost his place, found it, lost it again and came to a full stop. "A nervous-natured man," remarked Mr. Anscombe. "Perhaps he thinks that those gentlemen are going to shoot." "That wouldn't trouble him," I answered, who knew him well. "His fears are purely mental."
You are wounded, Mr. Anscombe?" "Yes, a couple of days ago on the border of Sekukuni's country where the natives tried to murder us." "Ah!" he replied without surprise. "I warned you the trip was dangerous, did I not? Well, come on home where my partner, Rodd, who luckily has had medical experience, will attend to you. Mr. Quatermain can tell me the story as we go."
After half an hour or so Marnham rose to help himself to brandy and water, a great deal of brandy and very little water, while I took a nip of Hollands, and Anscombe and Rodd filled their pipes. "I think this is getting rather slow," said Rodd to Anscombe. "I vote we put a bit more on."
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