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The key was turned； and the gleam of a lantern was thrown on the wall。 It flew up and down as its bearer cast the light into the corners。
'By God； he's gone；' I heard Henriques say。 'The swine was listening； and he has bolted now。'
'He won't bolt far；' Laputa said。 'He is here。 He is snoring behind the counter。'
These were anxious moments for me。 I had a firm grip on Colin's throat； but now and then a growl escaped； which was fortunately blended with my snores。 I felt that a lantern was flashed on me； and that the two men were peering down at the heap on the half…opened trap。 I think that was the worst minute I ever spent； for； as I have said； my courage was not so bad in action； but in a passive game it oozed out of my fingers。
'He is safe enough；' Laputa said； after what seemed to me an eternity。 'The noise was only the rats among the barrels。' I thanked my Maker that they had not noticed the other trap…door。 'All the same I think I'll make him safer；' said Henriques。
Laputa seemed to have caught him by the arm。
'Come back and get to business；' he said。 'I've told you I'll have no more murder。 You will do as I tell you； Mr Henriques。'
I did not catch the answer； but the two went out and locked the door。 I patted the outraged Colin； and got to my feet with an aching side where the confounded lid of the trap had been pressing。 There was no time to lose for the two in the outhouse would soon be setting out； and I must be before them。
With no better light than a ray of the moon through the window； I wrote a message on a leaf from my pocket…book。 I told of the plans I had overheard； and especially I mentioned Dupree's Drift on the Letaba。 I added that I was going to the Rooirand to find the secret of the cave； and in one final sentence implored Arcoll to do justice on the Portugoose。 That was all； for I had no time for more。 I carefully tied the paper with a string below the collar of the dog。
Then very quietly I went into the bedroom next door … the side of the store farthest from the outhouse。 The place was flooded with moonlight； and the window stood open； as I had left it in the afternoon。 As softly as I could I swung Colin over the sill and clambered after him。 In my haste I left my coat behind me with my pistol in the pocket。
Now came a check。 My horse was stabled in the shed； and that was close to the outhouse。 The sound of leading him out would most certainly bring Laputa and Henriques to the door。 In that moment I all but changed my plans。 I thought of slipping back to the outhouse and trying to shoot the two men as they came forth。 But I reflected that； before I could get them both； one or other would probably shoot me。 Besides； I had a queer sort of compunction about killing Laputa。 I understood now why Arcoll had stayed his hand from murder； and I was beginning to be of his opinion on our arch…enemy。
Then I remembered the horses tied up in the bush。 One of them I could get with perfect safety。 I ran round the end of the store and into the thicket； keeping on soft grass to dull my tread。 There； tied up to a merula tree； were two of the finest beasts I had seen in Africa。 I selected the better； an Africander stallion of the blaauw…schimmel； or blue…roan type； which is famous for speed and endurance。 Slipping his bridle from the branch； I led him a little way into the bush in the direction of the Rooirand。
Then I spoke to Colin。 'Home with you；' I said。 'Home； old man； as if you were running down a tsessebe。'* *A species of buck； famous for its speed。
The dog seemed puzzled。 'Home；' I said again； pointing west in the direction of the Berg。 'Home； you brute。'
And then he understood。 He gave one low whine； and cast a reproachful eye on me and the blue roan。 Then he turned； and with his head down set off with great lopes on the track of the road I had ridden in the morning。
A second later and I was in the saddle； riding hell…for…leather for the north。
CHAPTER X I GO TREASURE…HUNTING
For a mile or so I kept the bush； which was open and easy to ride through； and then turned into the path。 The moon was high； and the world was all a dim dark green； with the track a golden ivory band before me。 I had looked at my watch before I started； and seen that it was just after eight o'clock。 I had a great horse under me； and less than thirty miles to cover。 Midnight should see me at the cave。 With the password I would gain admittance； and there would wait for Laputa and Henriques。 Then； if my luck held； I should see the inner workings of the mystery which had puzzled me ever since the Kirkcaple shore。 No doubt I should be roughly treated； tied up prisoner； and carried with the army when the march began。 But till Inanda's Kraal my life was safe； and before that came the ford of the Letaba。 Colin would carry my message to Arcoll； and at the Drift the tables would be turned on Laputa's men。
Looking back in cold blood； it seems the craziest chain of accidents to count on for preservation。 A dozen possibilities might have shattered any link of it。 The password might be wrong； or I might never get the length of those who knew it。 The men in the cave might butcher me out of hand； or Laputa might think my behaviour a sufficient warrant for the breach of the solemnest vow。 Colin might never get to Blaauwildebeestefontein； Laputa might change his route of march； or Arcoll's men might fail to hold the Drift。 Indeed； the other day at Portincross I was so overcome by the recollection of the perils I had dared and God's goodness towards me that I built a new hall for the parish kirk as a token of gratitude。
Fortunately for mankind the brain in a life of action turns more to the matter in hand than to conjuring up the chances of the future。 Certainly it was in no discomfort of mind that I swung along the moonlit path to the north。 Truth to tell； I was almost happy。 The first honours in the game had fallen to me。 I knew more about Laputa than any man living save Henriques； I had my finger on the central pulse of the rebellion。 There was hid treasure ahead of me … a great necklace of rubies； Henriques had said。 Nay； there must be more； I argued。 This cave of the Rooirand was the headquarters of the rising； and there must be stored their funds … diamonds； and the gold they had been bartered for。 I believe that every man has deep in his soul a passion for treasure…hunting； which will often drive a coward into prodigies of valour。 I lusted for that treasure of jewels and gold。 Once I had been high…minded； and thought of my duty to my country； but in that night ride I fear that what I thought of was my duty to enrich David Crawfurd。 One other purpose simmered in my head。 I was devoured with wrath against Henriques。 Indeed； I think that was the strongest motive for my escapade； for even before I heard Laputa tell of the vows and the purification； I had it in my mind to go at all costs to the cave。 I am a peaceable man at most times； but I think I would rather have had the Portugoose's throat in my hands than the collar of Prester John。
But behind my thoughts was one master…feeling； that Providence had given me my chance and I must make the most of it。 Perhaps the Calvinism of my father's preaching had unconsciously taken grip of my soul。 At any rate I was a fatalist in creed； believing that what was willed would happen； and that man was but a puppet in the hands of his Maker。 I looked on the last months as a clear course which had been mapped out for me。 Not for nothing had I been given a clue to the strange events which were coming。 It was foreordained that I should go alone to Umvelos'； and in the promptings of my own fallible heart I believed I saw the workings of Omnipotence。 Such is our moral arrogance； and yet without such a belief I think that mankind would have ever been content to bide sluggishly at home。
I passed the spot where on my former journey I had met the horses； and knew that I had covered more than half the road。 My ear had been alert for the sound of pursuit； but the bush was quiet as the grave。 The man who rode my pony would find him a slow traveller； and I pitied the poor beast bucketed along by an angry rider。 Gradually a hazy wall of purple began to shimmer before me； apparently very far off。 I knew the ramparts of the Rooirand； and let my Schimmel feel my knees in his ribs。 Within an hour I should be at the cliff's foot。
I had trusted for safety to the password； but as it turned out I owed my life mainly to my horse。 For； a mile or so from the cliffs； I came to the fringes of a great army。 The bush was teeming with men； and I saw horses picketed in bunches； and a multitude of Cape…carts and light wagons。 It was like a colossal gathering for naachtmaal*1 at a Dutch dorp； but every man was black。 I saw through a corner of my eye that they were armed with guns； though many carried in addition their spears and shields。 Their first impulse was to stop me。 I saw guns fly to shoulders； and a rush towards the path。 The boldest game was the safest； so I dug my heels into the schimmel and shouted for a passage。 'Make way！' I cried in Kaffir。 'I bear a message from the Inkulu。*2 Clear out； you dogs