"Down yonder, _Nkose_," pointing to the lower country. In a moment both were outside and in front of the dwelling.

Far below, on the plain, which looked humpy from this alt.i.tude, two mounted figures were approaching. There was no need to get out a field-gla.s.s; the native eyesight, as well as their own, was keen enough.

But the two arrivals could not arrive for the best part of an hour.

Ben Halse went calmly back to the yard, and further directed the preparation of the great head, with its record horns. Then, rubbing a lot of salt and pepper into it, he covered it with a waggon sail.

Verna, watching this proceeding, was struck with a sudden thought.

"Father, what about the koodoo sirloin I've got on the roast?" she said.

"Keep it there till it's done. They won't know it from beef. Howling joke, eh?"

"Rather," she laughed. "They'll all unconsciously aid and abet us in breaking the laws of Cetywayo's country."

The police horses were toiling up the slope, then standing with heaving flanks in front of the store. Their riders were not sorry to dismount.

"Well, Mr Halse, how goes it?" cried Meyrick, shaking hands. "Miss Halse--why, you are looking better than ever since those two dances we had together at Ezulwini."

"Oh, thanks," laughed Verna. "But that's a poor compliment. You ought not to have allowed the possibility that I could look better than ever."

"Sharp as ever, anyhow," retorted Meyrick. And his comrade broke into a guffaw.

"This is Francis," he introduced, "commonly known in the force as Frank.

It's shorter, you see, and means the same thing. Now we all know each other."

"Not got your step yet, sergeant?" said Ben Halse. "Thought you'd have been Sub-Inspector next time I met you."

"Don't chaff, Mr Halse. It's a sore point with me. The powers that be are so dashed ungrateful."

"Well, anyway, come inside and have a refresher after your ride. I'll send my boy to off-saddle for you. Scoff will be ready directly."

"We kept it back on purpose when we saw you toiling up there beyond Lumisana," said Verna. "If the sirloin is overdone it's due to that."

"Sirloin! By Jove! that's royal!" cried Meyrick. Whereat Verna laughed mischievously.

a.s.suredly Ben Halse's _menage_ kept up its reputation for hospitality, thought these two guardians of law and order, as they sat there doing full justice to the result of the midnight poaching expedition.

"Why, this beef is A1," p.r.o.nounced Meyrick, beginning upon a second helping. "You couldn't get anything like it even in Old England."

"I'm sure you couldn't," a.s.sented their host, with a touch of dryness, while Verna's eyes danced. "The bottle's at your right elbow--help yourself. What's the latest from down country, by the way?"

"All sorts of yarns. They are brewing _up_ for a row in Natal. There's a sweep called Babatyana inclined to make trouble. Now, Mr Halse, you ought to be an authority. If there's a bust-up there do you think it'll spread up here?"

"Sure to. But, to what extent is another thing."

"How does feeling run in these parts? Sapazani, you know, doesn't carry a particularly good reputation."

"Depends on how it's handled. By the way, if I were you I wouldn't name names," for the boy had just come into the room to change the plates, and the swift look of interest that had flashed across his face as he caught the name of his chief was not lost on the experienced up-country man. "This boy here belongs to his tribe, and he'll connect his chief's name with the police uniform. See?"

Meyrick felt small, and said so.

"Did he hear? What an idiot I am. Well, Mr Halse, you were chaffing me about the Sub-Inspectorship, but it's obvious I'm not ripe for it yet."

Ben Halse pa.s.sed it off with a tactful and consolatory remark, and they talked about other things. Not until afterwards did it occur to Meyrick that his host had given him no information whatever on the subject of the loyalty of Sapazani.

"He's got some cheek, that same party whom we won't name," said Francis.

"He flatly refused to salute his magistrate with the '_Bayete_' when he went to see him--hailed him as '_Inkose_' instead; said the '_Bayete_'

was the salute for kings."

"He's about right," said Ben Halse. "There's a precious deal too much of that '_Bayete_' joke going along. Every waggon-builder's apprentice seems to expect it. What did Downes say? I'd like to have been there."

"He nearly died of rage. Then he asked Sapazani, rather sneeringly, which king he would give the '_Bayete_' to, and the answer was, 'Any _king_,' which was rather smart. Downes talked of arresting him for treating his court with insolence, but there were only three of our chaps in the place, and Sapazani had a following with him big enough to have captured the whole show, even with kerries, so he chucked that plan."

"Well, he was wise there," said Ben Halse. "There's no law in existence here or anywhere else I know of, that compels a native to address his magistrate as 'Your Majesty,' which is what giving him the salute royal amounts to. And this particular chief--to name no names--is quite knowing enough to get hold of a lawyer to stick up for him. There's more than one that would be glad to, and could do it too."

The fact was that the speaker knew all about this incident as well as did the narrator--and a good deal more connected with it which the latter didn't, but this he kept to himself.

"Sapazani is a great friend of ours," said Verna; "but I should think he'd be quite capable of making himself disagreeable if he was rubbed the wrong way."

Then they talked on, about other things and people, and the afternoon wore on. Suddenly Meyrick was seen to start as if he had been shot, and to grope wildly and hurriedly in his pockets.

"I'm most awfully sorry, Mr Halse, for being such a forgetful a.s.s," he said; "but I forgot to give you this"--producing a letter. "Two of our chaps came back from Ezulwini and brought it out."

"That's all right. I dare say it isn't a matter of life and death," was the characteristic answer. But the speaker's face was not wholly guiltless of a look of astonishment as he saw the envelope; and this was evoked not so much by the sight, of the handwriting as by the fact that the missive had never been through the post. While his guests were saddling up he quickly mastered the contents, and his astonishment did not decrease.

"How should you like a run down to Ezulwini, Verna?" he said, after the police had gone.

"To Ezulwini?"

"Yes; perhaps to Durban."

"I'd like it a lot. Makes a change. I'm quite jolly here, but still, a change bucks one up a bit."

Her father smiled to himself. That letter had given him an idea which tickled him, for he had a very comical side.

"But what's on?" she said. "Are we clearing out? Has it become time to?"

"No, no. There's no row on--as yet. That'll come, sooner or later, all in good time. Only business."

"Oh! What kind?"

Verna was so completely in her father's confidence in every department of the same that there was no inquisitiveness underlying the query.

There was a joke in the background of this, however, which he was not going to let her into. It would keep.

"What kind?" he repeated. "Oh, general. I say, though, Meyrick and Francis are nice chaps, aren't they? but, good Lord! their faces would have been a study if they could have seen through that heap of waggon sail in the yard that was staring them in the eye through the window all the time they were scoffing the other bit of the owner of that head, which was browsing away in Lumisana this time yesterday. Eh? Beef!

Roast beef of Old England! That was killingly funny. What?"

"Yes, it was," rejoined Verna, who was gazing after the receding figures of the police, growing smaller and smaller on the plain below. "Still, the mistake was excusable. There's not much difference between either.

When are we going to Ezulwini, dear?"

"H'm. In a day or two."