Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand Part 2

"Given his consent to what, Redgy?" inquired George with surprise.

"To my sailing with you for Durban in the _Zulu Queen_" answered Margetts. "I hoped from the first that he would; but I said nothing about it till I was sure."

"You go to the Transvaal, Redgy!" exclaimed Rivers. "What should take you there?"

"Oh, I have always intended to go out to one of the colonies. There is nothing for any one to do in England, you know; and it will be very jolly having you for my messmate and fellow-settler."

"It will be very jolly for _me_ anyway," said Rivers, shaking him heartily by the hand. "I really think the thing is quite perfect now."

CHAPTER TWO.

The _Zulu Queen_ had cleared the Channel and the Bay of Biscay, and was somewhere about abreast of Lisbon, when Redgy Margetts came on deck to join his friend Rivers. The latter was a good sailor, and had some considerable experience of the sea. Even the Channel and the Bay, though they had been more than usually rough, had not discomposed him.

But the other pa.s.sengers, of whom there were not more than seven or eight on board, had had a bad time of it. Two Dutch gentlemen, whose names he had discovered to be Vander Heyden and Moritz, had not left their cabin, and Rivers had heard their groans very distinctly through the thin part.i.tion of the cabin. Redgy, whose berth was immediately under his own, had been almost as bad, and had only been comforted by George's a.s.surances that when they were well south of Cape Finisterre, his troubles would be at an end.

The prophecy seemed likely now to be fulfilled. The s.h.i.+p had ceased to pitch and roll, and the bright sky and warm sun were delightful after the confined gloom of the cabin. It was a grand sight indeed that met Redgy's eyes as he stepped on deck. There was the vast blue dome above, hardly flecked by a single cloud. There was the illimitable ocean below, the waves dancing gaily in the suns.h.i.+ne, and in the distance the coast of Portugal, lying like a soft cloud, through which some shadowy outlines of the mountains were visible.

"Well, this is jolly enough!" exclaimed Margetts, as he seated himself by his friend's side. "If the voyage is going to be like this, there won't be so much to complain of."

"It _will_ be like this, only a little warmer--a good deal warmer--when we get in the tropics," said Rivers. "But otherwise the appearance of things won't be greatly different from this for a good many weeks to come. How are the Dutchmen, Redgy? Have they ceased groaning?"

"I haven't heard them this morning," returned Margetts. "I fancy they are getting up. The lady has been the worst, I believe."

"Lady! I didn't know there was a lady on board. What, is she the big Dutchman's wife?"

"No, sister. I heard the second biggest Dutchman call to the other, and tell him his sister wanted him!"

"Do you know their names, Redgy? I only saw them for a few minutes when they came aboard at Plymouth. I didn't see the lady at all. I suppose she must have gone straight down into her cabin."

"I know nothing but their Christian names," returned Redgy. "The big one is called Henryk, and the other Frank, or, as they p.r.o.nounced it, Vrank. The lady, I think, is Annchen. That's their way of p.r.o.nouncing the name."

"Well, I hope they'll make themselves agreeable. As they are to be our companions for four or five weeks at least, it will make a considerable difference to us whether they are pleasant or not."

"I too should like to know something about them," said Margetts.

"Here's the skipper. Perhaps he'll be able to tell us something. Good morning, Captain Ranken," he added, as the captain came up.

"Good morning, gentlemen. Good morning, Mr Margetts," said the skipper; "glad to see you've got over it. Mr Rivers here is an old salt, and doesn't mind even the Bay of Biscay."

"We want you to tell us something about our fellow-pa.s.sengers," said George.

"Fellow-pa.s.sengers! We've very few--two Englishmen, besides yourselves.

One is Mr Whittaker, a clerk in a house at Pieter Maritzburg, the other Mr Walters, who has some Government appointment in the colony.

There's a Portuguese too. He's in the wine trade, I fancy, but he goes no farther than Madeira. And there's a Dutch officer and his sister-- Mynheer Vander Heyden and his friend Moritz. They all three hail from the Transvaal. I never had so few pa.s.sengers on board before."

"Well, you know the old proverb," said Margetts: "the fewer the better cheer. We must try to make that good."

"All right, Mr Margetts! Nothing is pleasanter than these voyages, when the pa.s.sengers are on good terms with one another. I will do my best, I promise you, to make things pleasant. Here they come," he added a moment afterwards, as the head and shoulders of a tall man came up the hatchway. "Come with me, and I will introduce you."

The two Dutchmen looked round them as they mounted the companion ladder, with the air of persons who were familiar with what they saw. They were both somewhat heavily built, but rather fine-looking men. The taller of the two might be eight or nine-and-twenty. His figure showed great muscular strength, and there was an alacrity in his movements which betokened one well accustomed to bodily exertion. His features were rather handsome, though there was an expression to be traced on them which indicated an imperious, and somewhat irascible, temper. His friend Moritz was of a slighter build, but still wiry and strong. His features were not so regular, but he looked more good-natured than his companion. It may be added that their demeanour accorded with these impressions.

"Mynheer Vander Heyden, Mynheer Moritz, let me introduce you to Mr Rivers and Mr Margetts. You will have much in common with them, I fancy, as their destination is only a few hundred miles short of your own."

Vander Heyden bowed distantly. "English settlers, I suppose," he said.

"Do you propose to establish yourselves, gentlemen, in Natal, or Zululand?"

"In neither," replied Rivers a little stiffly, for he did not like the tone in which Vander Heyden spoke. "The place to which I am proceeding is in the Transvaal."

"I thought as much," muttered Vander Heyden. Rivers only half caught the words, but there could be no mistake as to Vander Heyden's demeanour. Some unpleasant altercation might have ensued, if Moritz had not stept forward and said pleasantly, "The Transvaal! that is our country, and it is a very fine one to settle in. May I ask what is the name of your station?"

"d.y.k.eman's Hollow," replied Rivers. "It lies, I am told, some twenty miles from the Zulu frontier."

"Yes, at Umvalosa," a.s.sented Moritz. "I know where it is, and have often been by it, though I have never visited there. I believe the land is very good in that neighbourhood."

"Is the hunting good there?" asked Redgy; "are there plenty of wild animals about there?"

"More than perhaps you would desire," returned Moritz, smiling. "The lions and the elephants are not often to be seen; they never continue long in any neighbourhood in which Europeans have settled. Still, in the northern parts of the Transvaal you will meet with them-- occasionally, at all events. But of the tigers--or rather the leopards, for that is what they really are--and of the hyenas, there are plenty.

There is also no lack of snakes--cobras, ondaras, and puff-adders; there is no dearth of any of them."

"I shall enjoy the lion-hunting, at all events," said Redgy.

"I hardly think you will," observed Vander Heyden with something of a sneer. "You will find that a different matter from what you in England are pleased to call sport--hunting a hare or a fox, or shooting at a bird. Hunting in the Transvaal requires both skill and courage."

"No doubt, Mr Vander Heyden," said George shortly; "but there is no reason, I suppose, why an Englishman may not possess both."

"It is possible that he may," returned the Dutchman coldly.

Captain Ranken looked uncomfortable. He foresaw altercations in the distance, if not open quarrels, and these on board s.h.i.+p were especially to be deprecated. He saw that though George apparently was good-tempered, he was not disposed to submit to insolence; and Vander Heyden evidently entertained the strong dislike to the English for which so many of his countrymen were notorious. Nothing, however, had been said as yet which required his interference. He was looking about for some means of diverting the conversation into another channel, when the arrival of a new person on the scene effected his purpose for him. A delicate white hand appeared on the top of the companion, and immediately after a female figure issued forth. The captain stepped forward to offer his hand.

"I am rejoiced, Miss Vander Heyden, to welcome you on deck. This is a charming morning for your first appearance. It is quite warm, though there is a pleasant breeze."

The young lady untied the woollen scarf she had wrapped round her head, and requited the captain's civility by a bow. The latter would have proceeded to present her to the two Englishmen, but her brother stepped stiffly forward, and, offering his arm, led her to a seat near the taffrail Moritz followed, and the captain turned off to give some directions to the mate.

"I don't like that fellow, George," said Margetts. "He seems inclined to be insolent. I'm afraid we shall have a row with him before long."

"I don't know about a row, Redgy," said Rivers; "that is, if you mean an open quarrel. I don't mean to quarrel with him, or with any one else.

But he must be more civil, if we are to be on friendly terms. The other seems inclined to be more sociable."

"And his sister too," observed Redgy. "She looks good-natured enough, and only look how handsome she is! Don't you think so, George?"

"She is not bad-looking," a.s.sented Rivers; "I shouldn't call her regularly handsome, but she is certainly both pretty and sweet-looking."

"Her society will make the voyage pleasanter," said Redgy.

"I should doubt that," returned George. "If I don't mistake, this Dutchman doesn't mean us to make her acquaintance."

"She may have something to say to that," observed Margetts. "He isn't either her father or her husband, you know."

"No," said Rivers; "he couldn't prevent our knowing her, if she desired it herself. But I shall take my cue from him, and stand aloof if he shows that he wishes it. But here come two more--and Englishmen evidently. I don't think the Portuguese will show on deck to-day, from what the steward told me. I suppose we needn't stand on ceremony here.

Mr Whittaker and Mr Walters, I believe," he added, taking off his hat.

"My name is Rivers, and my friend's here is Margetts. As we are to be fellow-voyagers for some weeks, we had better make acquaintance."