"Hang the Commandant's payments!" cried the director testily. "When young fellows like you are ready to give their lives in the Queen's service, do you think men like we are can't afford to mount them? Come along with me, and you shall have the pick of the st.u.r.dy cob ponies I have. They're rough, and almost unbroken--what sort of hors.e.m.e.n are you?"

"Very bad, sir," replied Ingleborough: "no style at all. We ride astride though."

"Well, so I suppose," said the director, laughing, "and with your faces to the nag's head. If you tell me you look towards the tail I shall not believe you. But seriously, can you stick on a horse tightly when at full gallop?"

"Oliver West can, sir," replied Ingleborough. "He's a regular centaur foal."

"Nonsense! Don't flatter," cried West. "I can ride a bit, sir; but Ingleborough rides as if he were part of a horse. He's accustomed to taking long rides across the veldt every morning."

"Oh, we can ride, sir," said Ingleborough coolly; "but whether we can ride well enough to distance the Boers has to be proved."

"I'll mount you, my boys, on such a pair of ponies as the Boers haven't amongst them," said the director warmly. "Do you know my stables--the rough ones and enclosure I have had made?"

"We heard something about the new stabling near the mine, sir," said West; "but we've been too busy to pay much heed."

"Come and pay heed now, then."

The speaker led the way towards the great mine buildings, and halted at a gate in a newly set-up fence of corrugated-iron, pa.s.sing through which their eyes were gladdened by the sight of about a dozen of the rough, st.u.r.dy little cobs bred by the Basutos across country, and evidently under the charge of a couple of Kaffirs, who came hurrying up at the sight of their "baas," as they termed him.

Here Ingleborough soon displayed the knowledge he had picked up in connection with horses by selecting two clever-looking muscular little steeds, full of spirit and go, but quite ready to prove how little they had been broken in, and promising plenty of work to their riders if they expected to keep in their saddles.

"Be too fresh for you?" said the owner.

"We shall soon take the freshness out of them, poor things!" said Ingleborough. "Would you mind having them bridled and saddled, sir?"

The order was given, and, after a good deal of trouble and narrowly escaping being kicked, the Kaffirs brought the pair selected up to where the despatch-riders were standing with the director.

Ingleborough smiled, and then bade the two Kaffirs to stand on the far side of the ponies, which began to resent the Kaffirs' flank movements by sidling up towards the two young men.

"Ready?" said Ingleborough, in a low, sharp tone.

"Yes."

"Mount!"

They both sprang into their saddles, to the intense astonishment of the ponies, one of which made a bound and dashed off round the enclosure at full speed, while the other, upon which West was mounted, reared straight up, and, preserving its balance upon its hind legs, kept on snorting, while it sparred out with its fore hoofs as if striking at some imaginary enemy, till the rider brought his hand down heavily upon the restive beast's neck. The blow acted like magic, for the pony dropped on all-fours directly, gave itself a shake as if to rid itself of saddle and rider, and then uttered a loud neigh which brought its galloping companion alongside.

"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed their new friend; "I needn't trouble myself about your being able to manage your horses, my lads. Will these do?"

"Splendidly, sir," cried West.

"There they are, then, at your service!" And, after a few directions to the Kaffirs about having them ready when wanted, the party left the enclosure and separated with a few friendly words, the despatch-bearers making once more for the Commandant's quarters to report what they had done so far, and to obtain a pa.s.s which would ensure them a ready pa.s.sage through the lines and by the outposts.

They were soon ushered into the Commandant's presence, and he nodded his satisfaction with the report of their proceedings before taking up a pen and writing a few lines upon an official sheet of paper.

"That will clear you both going and returning," said he, folding and handing the permit. "Now then, when do you start?"

"Directly, sir," said Ingleborough, who was the one addressed.

"No," said the Commandant. "You must wait a few hours. Of course it is important that the despatch be delivered as soon as possible; but you must lose time sooner than run risks. If you go now, you will be seen by the enemy and be having your horses shot down--perhaps share their fate. So be cautious, and now once more goodbye, my lads. I shall look forward to seeing you back with an answering despatch."

This was their dismissal, and they hurried away to have another look to their horses, and to see that they were well-fed, before obtaining a meal for themselves and a supply of food to store in their haversacks.

"There's nothing like a bit of foresight," said Ingleborough. "We must eat, and going in search of food may mean capture and the failure of our mission."

The time was gliding rapidly on, the more quickly to West from the state of excitement he was in; but the only important thing he could afterwards remember was that twice over they ran against Anson, who seemed to be watching their actions, and the second time West drew his companion's attention to the fact.

"Wants to see us off," said Ingleborough. "I shouldn't be surprised when we come back to find that he has eluded Norton and gone."

"Where?" said West.

"Oh, he'll feel that his chance here is completely gone, and he'll make for the Cape and take pa.s.sage for England."

"If the Boers do not stop him."

"Of course," replied Ingleborough. "It's my impression that he has smuggled a lot of diamonds, though we couldn't bring it home to him."

"I suppose it's possible," said West thoughtfully. "But isn't it likely that he may make his way over to the enemy?"

Ingleborough looked at the speaker sharply.

"That's not a bad idea of yours," he said slowly; "but, if he does and he is afterwards caught, things might go very awkwardly for his lordship, and that flute of his will be for sale."

"Flute for sale? What do you mean? From poverty?--no one would employ him. Oh! I understand now. Horrible! You don't think our people would shoot him?"

"Perhaps not," said Ingleborough coldly; "but they'd treat him as a rebel and a spy. But there, it's pretty well time we started. Come along."

Within half an hour they were mounted and off on their perilous journey, pa.s.sing outpost after outpost and having to make good use of their pa.s.s, till, just as it was getting dusk, they parted from an officer who rode out with them towards the Boers' encircling lines.

"There," he said, "you've got the enemy before you, and you'd better give me your pa.s.s."

"Why?" said West sharply.

"Because it has been a source of protection so far: the next time you are challenged it will be a danger."

"Of course," said Ingleborough. "Give it up, Oliver."

"Or destroy it," said the officer carelessly: "either will do."

"Thanks for the advice," said West, and they shook hands and parted, the officer riding back to join his men.

"You made him huffy by being suspicious," said Ingleborough.

"I'm sorry, but one can't help being suspicious of everything and everybody at a time like this. What do you say about destroying the Commandant's pa.s.s?"

"I'm divided in my opinion."

"So am I," said West. "One moment I think it best: the next I am for keeping it in case we fall into the hands of some of our own party. On the whole, I think we had better keep it and hide it. Let's keep it till we are in danger."