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Updated: May 11, 2025
Even as the idea flashed across his mind a rifle-shot rang out on his left. Promptly Wilmshurst flattened himself to the ground, and waited breathlessly for further developments. The weird silence was maintained save for the distant croaking of bullfrogs in a marsh. "Booby trap!" he declared, and cautiously groped around to find out if he had incautiously touched a fine wire.
"Want to see you with reference to that report of yours, don't you know. Take a pew. You'll find that case pretty comfortable, and come in out of the sun. Look here: from your report I understand that a warning shot was fired, but not by any of ours. Is that so?" Wilmshurst paused. The adjutant was quick to notice his hesitation. "Come, come!" he continued sharply. "Do you suspect any one?
Bidding his men be silent, Wilmshurst demanded the surrender of the Germans in the dug-out. Hearing a British officer's voice one of the Huns replied defiantly: "We no surrender make to a schweinhund Englander. We food haf for six week, an' you cannot hurt us." "Can't we, by Jove!" replied Wilmshurst. "Sergeant, bring along that box of bombs."
Bela Moshi was smart with the machine-gun, too, while for scouting and tracking work there were few who equalled him. The regiment was father and mother to the ebon warrior, while of all the officers Wilmshurst was his special favourite. The subaltern realised it but could give no reason for Bela Moshi's preferential treatment; not that Wilmshurst had gone out of his way to favour the man.
In their minds they had no suspicion but that they had acted promptly and efficaciously. Again the dummy was held aloft, and again the same thing happened. "I've spotted him, sir!" exclaimed Wilmshurst. "Caught sight of the flash about fifty yards to the right. Fritz, old sport, you're exposed."
I wonder if it was a lack of water that made them clear out?" Wilmshurst was nothing if not thorough. Before returning with the joyful news to the kraal he meant to satisfy himself that the Huns had abandoned all their positions.
"Tarry Barrel and Spot Cash have tumbled upon something." "Hun he lib for stop, sah," reported Tari Barl. "Stopping to make fight?" asked the subaltern eagerly. The Haussa shook his head, and moved his jaw after the manner of a person eating. "Lib for stop for grub," he exclaimed. "After that on him go." "How far?" demanded Wilmshurst.
Dismounted and accompanied by Bela Moshi Wilmshurst made his way along the side of the track until he came in touch with the hostile party. The Huns, suspecting nothing, were resting. Two Askaris had been posted as sentries, but they, too, were lax, little thinking that there was any danger of a surprise. The prisoner was seated at the base of a large tree, another Askari mounting guard over him.
There was no mistaking the description of his assailant also another crime had been added to the list against Ulrich von Gobendorff, that of attempted murder. "So the blighter is making for Twashi," remarked Wilmshurst, consulting his field service map. "That's well up in the Karewenda Hills. We may head him off even yet."
Wilmshurst let them approach until the foremost Askaris were within a hundred yards of the seaplane. They were now in no semblance of order, surging impetuously forward, their officers towering head and shoulders above the throng. Sharp and shrill rang out the subaltern's whistle.
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