Bones - Wallace Edgar

Скачать книгу

your unusual effort on my behalf and they have asked me to say to you that they will not be unmindful of your future."

      He left Sanders standing as though frozen to the spot.

      Hamilton was the first to congratulate him.

      "My dear chap, if ever a man deserved the C.M.G. it is you," he said.

      It would be absurd to say that Sanders was not pleased. He was certainly not pleased at the method by which it came, but he should have known, being acquainted with the ways of Governments, that this was the reward of cumulative merit. He walked back in silence to the Residency, Hamilton keeping pace by his side.

      "By the way, Sanders," he said, "I have just had a pigeon-post from the river—Bosambo is back in the Ochori country. Have you any idea how he arrived there?"

      "I think I have," said Sanders, with a grim little smile, "and I think I shall be calling on Bosambo very soon."

      But that was a threat he was never destined to put into execution. That same evening came a wire from Bob.

      "Your leave is granted: Hamilton is to act as Commissioner in your temporary absence. I am sending Lieutenant Francis Augustus Tibbetts to take charge of Houssas."

      "And who the devil is Francis Augustus Tibbetts?" said Sanders and Hamilton with one voice.

      CHAPTER I

      HAMILTON OF THE HOUSSAS

      I

      Sanders turned to the rail and cast a wistful glance at the low-lying shore. He saw one corner of the white Residency, showing through the sparse isisi palm at the end of the big garden—a smudge of green on yellow from this distance.

      "I hate going—even for six months," he said.

      Hamilton of the Houssas, with laughter in his blue eyes, and his fumed-oak face—lean and wholesome it was—all a-twitch, whistled with difficulty.

      "Oh, yes, I shall come back again," said Sanders, answering the question in the tune. "I hope things will go well in my absence."

      "How can they go well?" asked Hamilton, gently. "How can the Isisi live, or the Akasava sow his barbarous potatoes, or the sun shine, or the river run when Sandi Sitani is no longer in the land?"

      "I wouldn't have worried," Sanders went on, ignoring the insult, "if they'd put a good man in charge; but to give a pudden-headed soldier–"

      "We thank you!" bowed Hamilton.

      "–with little or no experience–"

      "An insolent lie—and scarcely removed from an unqualified lie!" murmured Hamilton.

      "To put him in my place!" apostrophized Sanders, tilting back his helmet the better to appeal to the heavens.

      "'Orrible! 'Orrible!" said Hamilton; "and now I seem to catch the accusing eye of the chief officer, which means that he wants me to hop. God bless you, old man!"

      His sinewy paw caught the other's in a grip that left both hands numb at the finish.

      "Keep well," said Sanders in a low voice, his hand on Hamilton's back, as they walked to the gangway. "Watch the Isisi and sit on Bosambo—especially Bosambo, for he is a mighty slippery devil."

      "Leave me to deal with Bosambo," said Hamilton firmly, as he skipped down the companion to the big boat that rolled and tumbled under the coarse skin of the ship.

      "I am leaving you," said Sanders, with a chuckle.

      He watched the Houssa pick a finnicking way to the stern of the boat; saw the solemn faces of his rowmen as they bent their naked backs, gripping their clumsy oars. And to think that they and Hamilton were going back to the familiar life, to the dear full days he knew! Sanders coughed and swore at himself.

      "Oh, Sandi!" called the headman of the boat, as she went lumbering over the clear green swell, "remember us, your servants!"

      "I will remember, man," said Sanders, a-choke, and turned quickly to his cabin.

      Hamilton sat in the stern of the surf-boat, humming a song to himself; but he felt awfully solemn, though in his pocket reposed a commission sealed redly and largely on parchment and addressed to: "Our well-beloved Patrick George Hamilton, Lieutenant, of our 133rd 1st Royal Hertford Regiment. Seconded for service in our 9th Regiment of Houssas—Greeting...."

      "Master," said his Kroo servant, who waited his landing, "you lib for dem big house?"

      "I lib," said Hamilton.

      "Dem big house," was the Residency, in which a temporarily appointed Commissioner must take up his habitation, if he is to preserve the dignity of his office.

      "Let us pray!" said Hamilton earnestly, addressing himself to a small snapshot photograph of Sanders, which stood on a side table. "Let us pray that the barbarian of his kindness will sit quietly till you return, my Sanders—for the Lord knows what trouble I'm going to get into before you return!"

      The incoming mail brought Francis Augustus Tibbetts, Lieutenant of the Houssas, raw to the land, but as cheerful as the devil—a straight stick of a youth, with hair brushed back from his forehead, a sun-peeled nose, a wonderful collection of baggage, and all the gossip of London.

      "I'm afraid you'll find I'm rather an ass, sir," he said, saluting stiffly. "I've only just arrived on the Coast an' I'm simply bubbling over with energy, but I'm rather short in the brain department."

      Hamilton, glaring at his subordinate through his monocle, grinned sympathetically.

      "I'm not a whale of erudition myself," he confessed. "What is your name, sir?"

      "Francis Augustus Tibbetts, sir."

      "I shall call you Bones," said Hamilton, decisively.

      Lieut. Tibbetts saluted. "They called me Conk at Sandhurst, sir," he suggested.

      "Bones!" said Hamilton, definitely.

      "Bones it is, skipper," said Mr. Tibbetts; "an' now all this beastly formality is over we'll have a bottle to celebrate things." And a bottle they had.

      It was a splendid evening they spent, dining on chicken and palm-oil chop, rice pudding and sweet potatoes. Hamilton sang, "Who wouldn't be a soldier in the Army?" and—by request—in his shaky falsetto baritone, "My heart is in the Highlands"; and Lieut. Tibbetts gave a lifelike imitation of Frank Tinney, which convulsed, not alone his superior officer, but some two-and-forty men of the Houssas who were unauthorized spectators through various windows and door cracks and ventilating gauzes.

      Bones was the son of a man who had occupied a position of some importance on the Coast, and though the young man's upbringing had been in England, he had the inestimable advantage of a very thorough grounding in the native dialect, not only from Tibbetts, senior, but from the two native servants with whom the boy had grown up.

      "I suppose there is a telegraph line to headquarters?" asked Bones that night before they parted.

      "Certainly, my dear lad," replied Hamilton. "We had it laid down when we heard you were coming."

      "Don't flither!" pleaded Bones, giggling convulsively; "but the fact is I've got a couple of dozen tickets in the Cambridgeshire Sweepstake, an' a dear pal of mine—chap named Goldfinder, a rare and delicate bird—has sworn to wire me if I've drawn a horse. D'ye think I'll draw a horse?"

      "I shouldn't think you could draw a cow," said Hamilton. "Go to bed."

      "Look here, Ham–" began Lieut. Bones.

      "To bed! you insubordinate devil!" said Hamilton, sternly.

      In the meantime there was trouble in the Akasava country.

      II

      Scarcely had Sanders left the land, when the lokali of the Lower Isisi sent the news thundering in waves of sound.

      Up and down the river and from village to village, from town to town, across rivers, penetrating dimly to the quiet deeps of the forest the story was flung. N'gori, the Chief of the Akasava, having some grievance against the Government over a question of fine

Скачать книгу