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This brought back the knowledge that I must be cool, so I gently checked the brave little horse, and softly patted his arching neck, when he promptly slowed to a walking pace like the others. Then I found that Joeboy had crept round to my right side, between me and the next trooper, and, assagai in hand, was holding on to my saddle with his left hand.
Joeboy shook his head violently. "What Joeboy do now, Boss?" "Rub my wrists, Joeboy," I said, stripping up my sleeves and showing him their bruised state and my swollen arms. He understood why they were so, and took first one and then the other in his big soft grey palms, to mould and knead and rub them with untiring patience for long enough, the effect being pleasurable in the extreme.
My thoughts, of course, flashed through my brain like lightning; but the answer to the renegade captain's words came slowly, Joeboy replying in deep guttural tones, using Boer Dutch, to say: "I don't know what you mean, Boss?" "Ugh! You soot-coloured, big-lipped baste!" snarled Moriarty; and then in Boer Dutch, "Where are you taking the wagons?" "Over yonder," replied Joeboy. "Why? Who told you?"
"Next time Joeboy make hole froo um somewhere. Hate um." "But your wound?" I said. "Is it bad?" "Um? Only little hole. Soon grow up again." "Now tell me, how are all the people at home my father, my aunt, and Bob?" Joeboy shook his head. "What do you mean?" I said. "Haven't you seen them?" "Um? No; all gone right away. Doppies been and burnt all up. All gone."
I now began to feel how impossible it would have been for me to have come alone and found my way in the darkness, for in a few minutes I was quite helpless; but Joeboy seemed in nowise confused, and did not hesitate once.
What do you know about it?" said Denham, turning the lump over in his hand. "I know because pieces like that are in the kopje near my home. Joeboy could find plenty like that. He took some to my father once, and father said it was gold." "Then you've got a mine on your farm?" "I suppose so; but father said we'd better get rich by increasing the flocks and herds.
We must have gone, as I hoped in a perfectly straight direction, for what appeared to be nearly an hour, and I was getting desperate about our slow progress, when suddenly the assagai-shaft was jigged sharply and then dragged; and for a moment I saw a faint spark of light far ahead, due to the fact that Joeboy had gone down suddenly upon hands and knees.
I tried hard to fix my attention on listening and endeavouring to make out how near I was to the Boer lines; but I could not hear a sound. Again and again I fretted at my miserable position as the time glided away and there was no sign of Joeboy. "I should have stopped him," I reflected. "I ought not to have let him take the lead."
"I wanted to show the brutes the contempt I feel for them." "You only made them laugh to see how quickly your head disappeared when they fired." "How do you know?" he said sharply. "Because that's exactly what they would do," I replied. Denham frowned, and turned to Joeboy. "Here," he said, "put up that big stone on the edge there." The black obeyed, and then Denham pointed to another.
If we get stopped by the Boers, we're wounded and getting away from the fighting." "Yes, that might do. We do look bad." "Horribly bad, Val. You look a miserable wreck of a fellow." "And you, I won't say what," I retorted, a little irritably. "So much the better. When shall we go to-night?" "No. Let's have a good sleep to-night, and talk to Joeboy about it in the morning.
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