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I reasoned the whole thing out very clearly； and I saw no gap in my logic。 I cannot describe how that scribble had heartened me。 I felt no more the crushing isolation of yesterday。 There were others beside me in the secret。 Help must be on the way； and the letter was the first tidings。
But how near？ … that was the question； and it occurred to me for the first time to look at the postmark。 I went back to the store and got the envelope out of the waste…paper basket。 The postmark was certainly not Durban。 The stamp was a Cape Colony one； and of the mark I could only read three letters； T。 R。 S。 This was no sort of clue； and I turned the thing over； completely baffled。 Then I noticed that there was no mark of the post town of delivery。 Our letters to Blaauwildebeestefontein came through Pietersdorp and bore that mark。 I compared the envelope with others。 They all had a circle； and 'Pietersdorp' in broad black letters。 But this envelope had nothing except the stamp。
I was still slow at detective work； and it was some minutes before the explanation flashed on me。 The letter had never been posted at all。 The stamp was a fake； and had been borrowed from an old envelope。 There was only one way in which it could have come。 It must have been put in the letter… bag while the postman was on his way from Pietersdorp。 My unknown friend must therefore be somewhere within eighty miles of me。 I hurried off to look for the post…runner； but he had started back an hour before。 There was nothing for it but to wait on the coming of the unknown。
That afternoon I again took Mr Wardlaw for a walk。 It is an ingrained habit of mine that I never tell anyone more of a business than is practically necessary。 For months I had kept all my knowledge to myself； and breathed not a word to a soul。 But I thought it my duty to tell Wardlaw about the letter； to let him see that we were not forgotten。 I am afraid it did not encourage his mind。 Occult messages seemed to him only the last proof of a deadly danger encompassing us； and I could not shake his opinion。
We took the same road to the crown of the Berg； and I was confirmed in my suspicion that the woods were empty and the watchers gone。 The place was as deserted as the bush at Umvelos'。 When we reached the summit about sunset we waited anxiously for the sound of drums。 It came； as we expected； louder and more menacing than before。 Wardlaw stood pinching my arm as the great tattoo swept down the escarpment； and died away in the far mountains beyond the Olifants； Yet it no longer seemed to be a wall of sound； shutting us out from our kindred in the West。 A message had pierced the wall。 If the blesbok were changing ground； I believed that the hunters were calling out their hounds and getting ready for the chase。
CHAPTER VII CAPTAIN ARCOLL TELLS A TALE
It froze in the night； harder than was common on the Berg even in winter； and as I crossed the road next morning it was covered with rime。 All my fears had gone； and my mind was strung high with expectation。 Five pencilled words may seem a small thing to build hope on； but it was enough for me； and I went about my work in the store with a reasonably light heart。 One of the first things I did was to take stock of our armoury。 There were five sporting Mausers of a cheap make； one Mauser pistol； a Lee…Speed carbine； and a little nickel… plated revolver。 There was also Japp's shot…gun； an old hammered breech…loader； as well as the gun I had brought out with me。 There was a good supply of cartridges； including a stock for a 。400 express which could not be found。 I pocketed the revolver； and searched till I discovered a good sheath…knife。 If fighting was in prospect I might as well look to my arms。
All the morning I sat among flour and sugar possessing my soul in as much patience as I could command。 Nothing came down the white road from the west。 The sun melted the rime； the flies came out and buzzed in the window； Japp got himself out of bed； brewed strong coffee； and went back to his slumbers。 Presently it was dinner…time； and I went over to a silent meal with Wardlaw。 When I returned I must have fallen asleep over a pipe； for the next thing I knew I was blinking drowsily at the patch of sun in the door； and listening for footsteps。 In the dead stillness of the afternoon I thought I could discern a shuffling in the dust。 I got up and looked out； and there； sure enough； was some one coming down the road。
But it was only a Kaffir； and a miserable…looking object at that。 I had never seen such an anatomy。 It was a very old man； bent almost double； and clad in a ragged shirt and a pair of foul khaki trousers。 He carried an iron pot； and a few belongings were tied up in a dirty handkerchief。 He must have been a dacha* smoker； for he coughed hideously； twisting his body with the paroxysms。 I had seen the type before … the old broken…down native who had no kin to support him； and no tribe to shelter him。 They wander about the roads； cooking their wretched meals by their little fires； till one morning they are found stiff under a bush。 *Hemp。
The native gave me a good…day in Kaffir； then begged for tobacco or a handful of mealie…meal。
I asked him where he came from。
'From the west； Inkoos；' he said； 'and before that from the south。 It is a sore road for old bones。'
I went into the store to fetch some meal； and when I came out he had shuffled close to the door。 He had kept his eyes on the ground； but now he looked up at me； and I thought he had very bright eyes for such an old wreck。
'The nights are cold； Inkoos；' he wailed； 'and my folk are scattered； and I have no kraal。 The aasvogels follow me； and I can hear the blesbok。' 'What about the blesbok？' I asked with a start。
'The blesbok are changing ground；' he said； and looked me straight in the face。
'And where are the hunters？' I asked。 'They are here and behind me；' he said in English； holding out his pot for my meal； while he began to edge into the middle of the road。
I followed； and； speaking English； asked him if he knew of a man named Colles。
'I come from him； young Baas。 Where is your house？ Ah； the school。 There will be a way in by the back window？ See that it is open； for I'll be there shortly。' Then lifting up his voice he called down in Sesuto all manner of blessings on me for my kindness； and went shuffling down the sunlit road； coughing like a volcano。
In high excitement I locked up the store and went over to Mr Wardlaw。 No children had come to school that day； and he was sitting idle； playing patience。 'Lock the door；' I said； 'and come into my room。 We're on the brink of explanations。'
In about twenty minutes the bush below the back…window parted and the Kaffir slipped out。 He grinned at me； and after a glance round； hopped very nimbly over the sill。 Then he examined the window and pulled the curtains。
'Is the outer door shut？' he asked in excellent English。 'Well； get me some hot water； and any spare clothes you may possess； Mr Crawfurd。 I must get comfortable before we begin our indaba。* We've the night before us； so there's plenty of time。 But get the house clear； and see that nobody disturbs me at my toilet。 I am a modest man； and sensitive about my looks。' *Council。
I brought him what he wanted； and looked on at an amazing transformation。 Taking a phial from his bundle； he rubbed some liquid on his face and neck and hands； and got rid of the black colouring。 His body and legs he left untouched； save that he covered them with shirt and trousers from my wardrobe。 Then he pulled off a scaly wig； and showed beneath it a head of close…cropped grizzled hair。 In ten minutes the old Kaffir had been transformed into an active soldierly…looking man of maybe fifty years。 Mr Wardlaw stared as if he had seen a resurrection。
'I had better introduce myself；' he said； when he had taken the edge off his thirst and hunger。 'My name is Arcoll； Captain James Arcoll。 I am speaking to Mr Crawfurd； the storekeeper； and Mr Wardlaw； the schoolmaster； of Blaauwildebeestefontein。 Where； by the way； is Mr Peter Japp？ Drunk？ Ah； yes； it was always his failing。 The quorum； however； is complete without him。'
By this time it was about sunset； and I remember I cocked my ear to hear the drums beat。 Captain Arcoll noticed the movement as he noticed all else。 'You're listening for the drums； but you won't hear them。 That business is over here。 To…night they beat in Swaziland and down into the Tonga border。 Three days more； unless you and I； Mr Crawfurd； are extra smart； and they'll be hearing them in Durban。'
It was not till the lamp was lit； the fire burning well； and the house locked and shuttered； that Captain Arcoll began his tale。
'First；' he said； 'let me hear what you know。 Colles told me that you were a keen fellow； and had wind of some mystery here。 You wrote him about the way you were spied on； but I told him to take no notice。 Your affair； Mr Crawfurd； had to wait on more urgent matters。 Now； what do you think is happening？' I spoke very shortly； weighing my words； for I felt I was on trial before these bright eyes。 'I think that some kind of native rising is about