“What did the native say?” asked the Englishman.
“Oh, he didn’t say anything. There wasn’t a soul in the camp could have understood him if he had. The coloured boys don’t know his language. I expect he’s one of those bloody fellows we hit the day we cleared the bush out yonder; but how he got down that bank with his leg in the state it must have been, I don’t know. He didn’t try to fight when they caught him; just stared in front of him—fright, I suppose. He must have been a big strapping devil before he was taken down.
“Well, I tell you, we’d just got him fixed up, and the Captain was just going into his tent to have a drink, and we chaps were all standing round, when up steps Halket, right before the Captain, and pulls his front lock—you know the way he has? Oh, my God, my God, if you could have seen it! I’ll never forget it to my dying day!” The Colonial seemed bursting with internal laughter. “He begins, ‘Sir, may I speak to you?’ in a formal kind of way, like a fellow introducing a deputation; and then all of a sudden he starts off—oh, my God, you never heard such a thing! It was like a boy in Sunday-school saying up a piece of Scripture he’s learnt off by heart, and got all ready beforehand, and he’s not going to be stopped till he gets to the end of it.”
“What did he say,” asked the Englishman.
“Oh, he started, How did we know this nigger was a spy at all; it would be a terrible thing to kill him if we weren’t quite sure; perhaps he was hiding there because he was wounded. And then he broke out that, after all, these niggers were men fighting for their country; we would fight against the French if they came and took England from us; and the niggers were brave men, ‘please sir’—(every five minutes he’d pull his forelock, and say, ‘please sir!’)—‘and if we have to fight against them we ought to remember they’re fighting for freedom; we shouldn’t shoot wounded prisoners when they were black if we wouldn’t shoot them if they were white!’ And then he broke out pure unmitigated Exeter Hall! You never heard anything like it! All men were brothers, and God loved a black man as well as a white; Mashonas and Matabele were poor ignorant folk, and we had to take care of them. And then he started out, that we ought to let this man go; we ought to give him food for the road, and tell him to go back to his people, and tell them we hadn’t come to take their land but to teach them and love them. ‘It’s hard to love a nigger, Captain, but we must try it; we must try it!’—And every five minutes he’d break out with, ‘And I think this is a man I know, Captain; I’m not sure, but I think he comes from up Lo Magundis way!’—as if any born devil cared whether a bloody nigger came from Lo Magundis or anywhere else! I’m sure he said it fifteen times. And then he broke out, ‘I don’t mean that I’m better than you or anybody else, Captain; I’m as bad a man as any in camp, and I know it.’ And off he started, telling us all the sins he’d ever committed; and he kept on, ‘I’m an unlearned, ignorant man, Captain; but I must stand by this nigger; he’s got no one else!’ And then he says—‘If you let me take him up to Lo Magundis, sir, I’m not afraid; and I’ll tell the people there that it’s not their land and their women that we want, it’s them to be our brothers and love us. If you’ll only let me go, sir, I’ll go and make peace; give the man to me, sir!’” The Colonial shook with laughter.
“What did the Captain say?” asked the Englishman.
“The Captain; well, you know the smallest thing sets him off swearing all round the world; but he just stood there with his arms hanging down at each side of him, and his eyes staring, and his face getting redder and redder: and all he could say was, ‘My Gawd! my Gawd!’ I thought he’d burst. And Halket stood there looking straight in front of him, as though he didn’t see a soul of us all there.”
“What did the Captain do?”
“Oh, as soon as Halket turned away he started swearing, but he got the tail of one oath hooked on to the head of another. It was nearly as good as Halket himself. And when he’d finished and got sane a bit, he said Halket was to walk up and down there all day and keep watch on the nigger. And he gave orders that if the big troop didn’t come up tonight, that he was to be potted first thing in the morning, and that Halket was to shoot him.”
The Englishman started: “What did Halket say?”