Anson gave vent to a gasp, after listening to the general’s orders for his safe custody.
But, though he was listening to the orders given, his eyes were otherwise employed. They were half-closed, but fixed intently upon West, and they did not quit his face till the sergeant clapped him on the shoulder, saying: “Now, Mr Piet Retif, this way!”
Then he started violently, and was marched off to be placed with certain of the prisoners who were the most carefully guarded.
“Did you notice anything in particular just before Anson was led off?” said Ingleborough.
“No. Poor wretch. I’m sorry for him!”
“Keep your sorrow for a more worthy object, my lad, and mind and give that fellow a wide berth if ever he gets his liberty again.”
“Which he will, of course.”
“Well, perhaps so, for the Company can’t give the diamond-buyer all they would like! But when he does get free, you be careful!”
“Why, what harm can he do me?”
“Can’t say,” said Ingleborough abruptly; “but something or another ill you may take it for granted he will do. I’ve been watching his face, and read what it means! Of course, he doesn’t like me, for I’ve been fighting against him all along; but somehow he seems to hate you, and, mark my words, he’ll try his best to do you a mischief! He gives you the credit of being the cause of all this trouble!”