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Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he sat up again determinedly and made an effort to greet the company who, he knew, had come into the room with his mother. Across the room, near the old melodeon, sat Nellie Tanner, holding little Bige and smiling wanly at him. The other two children leaned against her, asleep on either side. "Don't get up, Code," she said.
He do it." "How?" inquired Von Bloom. "Vyacht um bige, mein baas! no long to wait, you see." All three had ridden up together within less than an hundred yards of the kraal. Von Bloom and Hendrik sat silent, and watched the proceedings of the Bushman. The latter drew from his pocket a clue of small cord, and, having carefully uncoiled it, attached one end to an arrow.
It was such an account that Bijonah Tanner fed upon that morning in the tiny cabin of the Rosan, and half an hour after he had read it he was under way. Special mention had been made of Code Schofield's rescue of little Bige, with a sentence added that the Tanner place had been wiped out.
"Now, you just let me handle this, Nellie," he said, "and we'll soon have Tommie and Mary and Bige all curled up on that sofa like three kittens." With a sigh of ineffable relief she resigned the dead weight in her weary arms to him, and he, stepping softly, and holding him gently as a woman, soon had the boy more comfortable than he had been for hours.
At that somebody'll have to sleep on a locker, I cal'late." "You're doin' well, Bige. I hear Jed Martin can't round up more'n eight, an' he's been as fur south as Great Harbor." "D'ye wonder?" put in a third. "Jed ain't never set up grub that a shark would eat. I sailed with him once five year ago, an' that was enough fer me." "Twelve men ain't much," put in Tanner.
He do it." "How?" inquired Von Bloom. "Vyacht um bige, mein baas! no long to wait, you see." All three had ridden up together within less than an hundred yards of the kraal. Von Bloom and Hendrik sat silent, and watched the proceedings of the Bushman. The latter drew from his pocket a clew of small cord, and, having carefully uncoiled it, attached one end to an arrow.
He swept the small form of Bige up into his arms and leaped to the window that was built low in the wall and without weights. To raise it and manipulate the catch was out of the question. With all his strength he swung his foot against the pane squarely in the middle. Panes and frame splintered outward, leaving the casement intact except for a few jagged edges of glass.
No reply being forthcoming, he turned to Code. "When ol' Bige Tanner come to me shakin' like a leaf an' said they was a feller on the steamer that would attach yer schooner an' all that ye had, because of some business about the sinkin' of the ol' May, I says to myself, sez I: "'Pete, I sez, 'we don't allow nothin' like that to spoil our cruise an' keep the skipper ashore. Now, Mignon isn't very big, an' I knew he would git you in a day or two if you didn't go back into the forest and hide.
"Wal," said Pete reassuringly, "you just let me handle this little trouble myself. We'll have the skipper safe an' clear if we have to commit murder to do it. Now, Bige, you just keep your mouth shut and don't worry no more. I'll do the rest."
And you are hurt! Is it bad? Can't I do anything?" She struggled to her feet, solicitude written on her face, for the moment even forgetting little Bige, who had begun to howl. "No," said Schofield, "you can't do anything. It isn't much. I'm only glad I succeeded. Don't think anything about it."
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