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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Take me to Kossa," ordered von Gobendorff, naming a small military post on the Kiwa about thirty miles down the river, and at a point where the stream made a semi-circular bend before running in a south-westerly direction to join the Rovuma. For the first time the Birwas demurred. "There are strong rapids a little distance down stream," declared one. "We are not skilled in working a canoe.
Regaining the open air he posted a sentry over the entrance and, collecting the German prisoners, awaited the arrival of the C.O. By this time all resistance on the summit of M'ganga was over. Away to the north-east came occasional reports of rifle-firing, showing that the Pathans and the Rhodesian horse were engaging the fugitives. The one fly in the ointment was the escape of von Gobendorff.
Whenever, as frequently happened, the canoe passed a native village von Gobendorff, no doubt with the loss of a certain amount of prestige, took up a position at full length at the bottom of the canoe, strictly warning his boatmen that they were to maintain absolute silence as far as his presence was concerned.
"If he'd not been obliged to go back to Rhodesia I don't think I would have been landed in a German prison. I'd give a lot to shake old Bob by the hand again." The subaltern regarded his brother intently. Rupert, he saw, was speaking quite naturally and without any trace of sarcasm. It was clear that he had not the slightest idea of the double, nay multi-dyed treachery of Ulrich von Gobendorff.
"It seems as if he has slipped through our fingers. We have been robbed of much of the satisfaction of capturing the position on that account. The Rhodesian Light Horse patrols are all back and report no luck as far as the capture of von Gobendorff is concerned, and the same applies to the Indian troops.
He had seen what appeared to be logs drifting silently with the eddying current logs that on the approach of danger would reveal themselves in their true characters, for the river swarmed with hippopotami. Von Gobendorff was on the point of issuing from his retreat when the sound of voices and the rustling of the brushwood warned him that the owners of the canoe were returning.
One and all had a score to wipe off; though few, if any, had fallen in with von Gobendorff they deeply resented the Hun's audacity in posing as a Rhodesian, while those who were of Scots descent and bore Scottish names were highly indignant at the idea of a German adopting the honourable and ancient cognomen of MacGregor. Through the far-flung Pathan outposts they passed and rode into the night.
It would have been a difficult matter to recognise in the jaded man the once well-set-up individual known in certain quarters as Robert MacGregor; nor was there much resemblance between the fugitive and the German secret service agent, Ulrich von Gobendorff yet the man was none other than he whom the officers of the Haussa regiment particularly wished to lay by the heels.
"The man we want is von Gobendorff, otherwise known as Robert MacGregor, and is known to have belonged to the forces under your command." Von Lindenfelt shook his head, this time resolutely and defiantly. "I do know not," he declared. It was practically useless to press the question. There were, Wilmshurst argued, other means of finding out.
"It may be tomorrow." "Hurrah!" exclaimed Spofforth. "Let's hope it will be a decent scrap, and that von Gobendorff will be present at the meeting." It was not until thirty-six hours later that the Waffs moved out of camp for the purpose of delivering a surprise attack upon von Lindenfelt's position.
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