tience。 I would have given a hundred pounds to be snug in my old room with japp thinking me out of the store。
Suddenly the legs twitched up； and his boots appeared above the counter。 Japp had invited him to his bedroom； and the game was now to be played beyond my ken。 This was more than I could stand； so I stole out at the back door and took to the thickest bush on the hillside。 My notion was to cross the road half a mile down； when it had dropped into the defile of the stream； and then to come swiftly up the edge of the water so as to effect a back entrance into the store。
As fast as I dared I tore through the bush； and in about a quarter of an hour had reached the point I was making for。 Then I bore down to the road； and was in the scrub about ten yards off it； when the clatter of horses pulled me up again。 Peeping out I saw that it was my friend and his Kaffir follower； who were riding at a very good pace for the plains。 Toilfully and crossly I returned on my tracks to my long…delayed dinner。 Whatever the purport of their talk； Japp and the Portuguese had not taken long over it。
In the store that afternoon I said casually to Japp that I had noticed visitors at the door during my dinner hour。 The old man looked me frankly enough in the face。 'Yes； it was Mr Hendricks；' he said； and explained that the man was a Portuguese trader from Delagoa way； who had a lot of Kaffir stores east of the Lebombo Hills。 I asked his business； and was told that he always gave Japp a call in when he was passing。
'Do you take every man that calls into your bedroom； and shut the door？' I asked。
Japp lost colour and his lip trembled。 'I swear to God； Mr Crawfurd； I've been doing nothing wrong。 I've kept the promise I gave you like an oath to my mother。 I see you suspect me； and maybe you've cause； but I'll be quite honest with you。 I have dealt in diamonds before this with Hendricks。 But to…day； when he asked me； I told him that that business
was off。 I only took him to my room to give him a drink。 He likes brandy； and there's no supply in the shop。'
I distrusted Japp wholeheartedly enough； but I was convinced that in this case he spoke the truth。 'Had the man any news？' I asked。
'He had and he hadn't；' said Japp。 'He was always a sullen beggar； and never spoke much。 But he said one queer thing。 He asked me if I was going to retire； and when I told him 〃yes；〃 he said I had put it off rather long。 I told him I was as healthy as I ever was； and he laughed in his dirty Portugoose way。 〃Yes； Mr Japp；〃 he says； 〃but the country is not so healthy。〃 I wonder what the chap meant。 He'll be dead of blackwater before many months； to judge by his eyes。'
This talk satisfied me about Japp； who was clearly in desperate fear of offending me； and disinclined to return for the present to his old ways。 But I think the rest of the afternoon was the most wretched time in my existence。 It was as plain as daylight that we were in for some grave trouble； trouble to which I believed that I alone held any kind of clue。 I had a pile of evidence … the visit of Henriques was the last bit … which pointed to some great secret approaching its disclosure。 I thought that that disclosure meant blood and ruin。 But I knew nothing definite。 If the commander of a British army had come to me then and there and offered help； I could have done nothing； only asked him to wait like me。 The peril； whatever it was； did not threaten me only； though I and Wardlaw and Japp might be the first to suffer； but I had a terrible feeling that I alone could do something to ward it off； and just what that something was I could not tell。 I was horribly afraid； not only of unknown death； but of my impotence to play any manly part。 I was alone； knowing too much and yet too little； and there was no chance of help under the broad sky。 I cursed myself for not writing to Aitken at Lourenco Marques weeks before。 He had promised to come up； and he was the kind of man who kept his word。
In the late afternoon I dragged Wardlaw out for a walk。 In his presence I had to keep up a forced cheerfulness； and I believe the pretence did me good。 We took a path up the Berg among groves of stinkwood and essenwood； where a failing stream made an easy route。 It may have been fancy； but it seemed to me that the wood was emptier and that we were followed less closely。 I remember it was a lovely evening； and in the clear fragrant gloaming every foreland of the Berg stood out like a great ship above the dark green sea of the bush。 When we reached the edge of the plateau we saw the sun sinking between two far blue peaks in Makapan's country； and away to the south the great roll of the high veld。 I longed miserably for the places where white men were thronged together in dorps and cities。 As we gazed a curious sound struck our ears。 It seemed to begin far up in the north … a low roll like the combing of breakers on the sand。 Then it grew louder and travelled nearer … a roll； with sudden spasms of harsher sound in it； reminding me of the churning in one of the pot…holes of Kirkcaple cliffs。 Presently it grew softer again as the sound passed south； but new notes were always emerging。 The echo came sometimes； as it were； from stark rock； and sometimes from the deep gloom of the forests。 I have never heard an eerier sound。 Neither natural nor human it seemed； but the voice of that world between which is hid from man's sight and hearing。
Mr Wardlaw clutched my arm； and in that moment I guessed the explanation。 The native drums were beating； passing some message from the far north down the line of the Berg； where the locations were thickest； to the great black population of the south。
'But that means war；' Mr Wardlaw cried。
'It means nothing of the kind；' I said shortly。 'It's their way of sending news。 It's as likely to be some change in the weather or an outbreak of cattle disease。'
When we got home I found Japp with a face like grey paper。 'Did you hear the drums？'he asked。
'Yes；' I said shortly。 'What about them？'
'God forgive you for an ignorant Britisher；' he almost shouted。 'You may hear drums any night； but a drumming like that I only once heard before。 It was in '79 in the 'Zeti valley。 Do you know what happened next day？ Cetewayo's impis came over the hills； and in an hour there wasn't a living white soul in the glen。 Two men escaped； and one of them was called Peter Japp。'
'We are in God's hands then； and must wait on His will；' I said solemnly。
There was no more sleep for Wardlaw and myself that night。 We made the best barricade we could of the windows； loaded all our weapons； and trusted to Colin to give us early news。 Before supper I went over to get Japp to join us； but found that that worthy had sought help from his old protector； the bottle； and was already sound asleep with both door and window open。
I had made up my mind that death was certain； and yet my heart belied my conviction； and I could not feel the appropriate mood。 If anything I was more cheerful since I had heard the drums。 It was clearly now beyond the power of me or any man to stop the march of events。 My thoughts ran on a native rising； and I kept telling myself how little that was probable。 Where were the arms； the leader； the discipline？ At any rate such arguments put me to sleep before dawn； and I wakened at eight to find that nothing had happened。 The clear morning sunlight； as of old； made Blaauwildebeestefontein the place of a dream。 Zeeta brought in my cup of coffee as if this day were just like all others； my pipe tasted as sweet； the fresh air from the Berg blew as fragrantly on my brow。 I went over to the store in reasonably good spirits； leaving Wardlaw busy on the penitential Psalms。
The post…runner had brought the mail as usual； and there was one private letter for me。 I opened it with great excitement； for the envelope bore the stamp of the firm。 At last Colles had deigned to answer。
Inside was a sheet of the firm's notepaper； with the signature of Colles across the top。 Below some one had pencilled these five words：
'The Blesbok* are changing ground。' *A species of buck。
I looked to see that Japp had not suffocated himself； then shut up the store； and went back to my room to think out this new mystification。
The thing had come from Colles； for it was the private notepaper of the Durban office； and there was Colles' signature。 But the pencilling was in a different hand。 My deduction from this was that some one wished to send me a message； and that Colles had given that some one a sheet of signed paper to serve as a kind of introduction。 I might take it； therefore； that the scribble was Colles' reply to my letter。
Now； my argument continued； if the unknown person saw fit to send me a message； it could not be merely one of warning。 Colles must have told him that I was awake to some danger； and as I was in Blaauwildebeestefontein； I must be nearer the heart of things than any one else。 The message must therefore be in the nature of some password； which I was to remember when I heard it again。
I reasoned the whole thing out very clearly； and I saw no gap in my logic。 I cannot describe how that scribble had hear