At last, tired out, d.y.k.e closed and secured the door, to sit down and wait for day, no disposition to sleep troubling him through the rest of the night. Once or twice he struck a match to hold it near his brother's face, but only to find him lying sleeping peacefully, the reports of the gun having had no effect whatever; while as the light flashed up, d.y.k.e caught a glimpse of the dog crouching at the door, with head low, watching and listening for the approach of a foe.

But no enemy came, and at the first flush of dawn d.y.k.e opened the door cautiously, to look out and see one of the cows, all torn and b.l.o.o.d.y, lying half-a-dozen yards from its shed; and just within the first fence, where a gap had been broken through, crouched a full-grown lioness, apparently gathering itself up for a spring.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

DAYLIGHT.

d.y.k.e's first movement was back into the house, and to put up the bar across the closed door, his heart beating violently; his next, to watch the little window, and stand there with his double gun, ready to send a couple of shots at the brute's muzzle, when it tried to get in, as he felt sure that it would.

A minute--two minutes--pa.s.sed, but he heard nothing, though he did not feel surprised at this, for he knew from experience the soft velvety way in which the animals would creep up after their prey. At any moment he felt that the great, cat-like head and paws would appear at the opening, which would just be big enough for creeping through; and unless his two shots killed or wounded desperately, he knew that his fate was sealed.

"I must be firm, and not nervous, or I shall miss," he said to himself; but how was he to be firm when gazing wildly at that narrow opening, momentarily expecting to feel the puff of hot breath from the savage brute's jaws, and be face to face with the terrible danger?

He knew he must be firm, and not lose his nerve; but how could he master his senses at a time when he was watching that grey opening, with his eyes beginning to swim, and the cold perspiration gathering upon his forehead?

All at once there was a sound behind him, and he swung round, fully believing that the stealthy creature had bounded on to the roof, and was about to try to obtain entrance down through the big, low, granite-built chimney, which had been made for cooking purposes, but never used.

"You wretch! how you startled me," muttered d.y.k.e, as he saw that the dog had caused his alarm by making a bound toward the door, with the thick hair about its neck standing up in a bristling way, as it snuffled about the bottom of the entry, and then uttered a low whine, and looked up at its master, who felt that the lioness must be there.

d.y.k.e turned to the window again, annoyed with his want of firmness, feeling now that if the enemy had tried to take him in the rear like that, he must have heard the bound up on to the iron roof.

Resuming his watchful position by the window, he waited again, and now as he stood, with every nerve on the strain, he began to feel that the inaction and suspense were more painful than trying to attack; so taking a long, deep breath, he advanced closer to the window, with finger on trigger, ready to fire on the instant.

Closer and closer, and now resting the barrels on the sill, gradually protruding the gun muzzle a little, till he could look out between the open wooden bars, unglazed for the sake of coolness, a small shutter standing against the side below.

It was a cautious piece of reconnoitring, but from his position he could see very little. There was the kopje, and the sky beginning to flame golden; but there was plenty of room for the lioness to be crouching beneath the window unseen, or on either side close up to the wall, where he could not get a view without thrusting out head and shoulders, and so placing himself in position for the enemy to make one lightning-like dab at him with the claw-armed paw, and drag him out as a cat would a mouse.

d.y.k.e drew back a little, and waited, listening to the neighing of one of the horses, which started the remaining cows into a long, protesting bellow, as the poor beasts asked to be relieved of their load of milk.

Then the boy's heart started beating again violently, for he felt that the moment for action was fast approaching, if not at hand. He started round listening, and as he did, he saw that the place was fairly lit up now, and Emson's face stood out clearly as he lay peacefully asleep.

Duke snuffled at the crack at the bottom of the door, and uttered an uneasy growl; while, plainly enough to be heard now, there was a stealthy step, pa.s.sing along beside the building, and making for the back.

"Safe there!" thought d.y.k.e; and the dog uttered his uneasy growl, while his master listened intently for the creature's return.

And now that the peril seemed to be so close, d.y.k.e's nerve grew firmer, and ready to fire as soon as the lioness came round the other way, as he felt sure she would, he encouraged himself with the thought that if he were only steady, he could not miss.

He was not long kept waiting. There was the stealthy, soft step again, and the sound of the animal's side brushing lightly against the corrugated iron wall. But, to the overturning of the boy's expectations, the sounds were not continued round from the back toward the window, but in the same direction as that in which they had previously been heard.

Duke uttered a low, muttering growl, and glanced round at his master, thrusting his nose again to the bottom of the door, where the stealthy pace ceased, and there was the sound as of the beast pa.s.sing its muzzle over the door.

The dog uttered a loud bark, and d.y.k.e presented the muzzle of the gun, half prepared to fire through the boards, but raised it, with his face wrinkling up from a mingling of annoyance, surprise, and amus.e.m.e.nt, for in answer to the dog's sharp bark, came:

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! Wanter bucket: milk."

"Tant!" cried d.y.k.e, laying his hand on the bar. "Mind! there is a lion," he said, as he opened the door cautiously.

"Eh? Eat a lot. Eat cow."

The woman, who seemed to have suddenly remembered a great deal of English, smiled blandly, and took hold of the dog's muzzle, as Duke raised himself on his hind-legs and placed his paws on her chest.

"Did you see the lion?"

"Yes; no hurt," said Tanta pleasantly. "Too much eat. Baas Joe die?"

"No!" cried d.y.k.e, angrily, annoyed with the woman, and against himself for his unnecessary fear. "But what do you want?"

"Milk cow--say moo-ooo!"

She produced a capital imitation of the animal's lowing, and laughed merrily as it was answered from the shed.

"Only one cow. Lion eat much."

"Oh yes, I know all about that," cried d.y.k.e; "but I thought you had gone."

"Jack take away. No top. Jack tief."

"Yes, I know that; but do you mean Jack made you go away?"

The woman nodded.

"No top. Come back along, baas. Make fire, make cake, make milk."

"Make yourself useful, eh?" cried d.y.k.e, to whom the woman's presence was a wonderful relief.

"Come top baas."

Tanta Sal picked up one of the buckets standing just inside the door, and nodded as she turned to go.

"Look here!" cried d.y.k.e; "you can stay, but I'm not going to have Jack back."

"No! no!" cried the woman fiercely; and banging down the bucket, she went through a pantomime, in which she took d.y.k.e's hand and placed it upon the back of her woolly head, so that he might feel an enormous lump in one place, a cut in another; and then with wondrous activity went through a scene in which she appeared to have a struggle with some personage, and ended by getting whoever it was down, kneeling upon his chest, and punching his head in the most furious way.

"Jack tief!" she cried, as she rose panting, and took up the pail.

"Yes, I understand," said d.y.k.e; "but you must not go near the cow. That lioness is there."

The woman laughed.

"Baas shoot gun," she said.

d.y.k.e carefully took out and examined the cartridges in his piece, replaced them, and went forth with the woman, the dog bounding before them, but only to be ordered to heel, growling ominously, as they came in sight of the lioness, crouching in precisely the same position, and beginning now fiercely to show her teeth. Then, as d.y.k.e presented his piece, she made an effort to rise, but sank down again, and dragged herself slowly toward them, snarling savagely.

And now d.y.k.e saw what was wrong. His bullet, which he had fired in the night, had taken terrible effect. The brute had made one bound after being struck, and crashed through the fence, to lie afterwards completely paralysed in the hind-quarters, so that a carefully-directed shot now quite ended her mischievous career, for she uttered one furious snarl, clawing a little with her forepaws, and then rolled over dead, close to the unfortunate cow she had dragged down and torn in the most horrible way.

Tanta ran up and kicked the dead lioness, and then burst out with a torrent of evidently insulting language in her own tongue; after which she went, as if nothing had happened, to where the remaining cow stood lowing impatiently, and proceeded to milk her in the coolest way.