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on the firing line-第13章

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eir pronunciation? At home; we'd get as good results out of dozens less letters。〃

〃They make as good use of their extra letters as they do of their extra bullets;〃 Carew returned tranquilly。 〃They've been sniping; all the morning long; and they have only hit a man and a quarter now。〃

〃Which was the quarter?〃

Turning; Carew displayed a jagged hole in his left sleeve。 Weldon laughed unfeelingly。

〃Can't you keep out of range; you old target? If there's a bullet coming your way; it's bound to graze you。〃

〃This is only the fourth。 Only one of those really meant business。 Oh; hang it! There they go again!〃 he burst out; as a distant line of rocks crackled explosively and; a moment later; a random bullet opened up the side of his shoe。

With the swift change of occupation to which the past four months had accustomed them; they were soon in the saddle and galloping off across the rolling veldt。 Before them; a pair of guns were pounding away at the rocky line and its flanking bushes; and beyond; over the crest of the next ridge; scores of thick…set; burly figures were racing in search of shelter; with a fragment of the Scottish Horse in hot pursuit。

Neck and neck in the vanguard raced Weldon and Carew; with Captain Frazer's huge khaki…colored horse hard on their heels。 To Weldon; the next hour was one of fierce excitement and pleasure。 The shriek of the shells; long since left behind; the flying figures before them; the rise and fall of his own gray little broncho as she stretched herself to measure the interminable veldt; the khaki… colored desert; dotted with huge black rocks and shimmering with the heat waves which rose above it towards the midday sun: his pulses tingled and his head throbbed with the glorious rush of it all。

And then the slouching figures were met by other slouching figures; and reluctantly Weldon drew in his horse; as the halt was ordered。 Only madness would prolong the chase against such heavy odds。 Mere sanity demanded that the troopers should delay until the column came up。 The action must wait; while the heliograph flashed its call for help。 Weldon grumbled low into Carew's ear; as the minutes dragged themselves along; broken only by indeterminate volleys。

〃I have exactly five rounds left;〃 he said at length。 〃I believe in obedience; Carew; but; when I get this used up; by jingo; I'll pitch into those fellows on my own account。〃

〃Keep cool;〃 Carew advised him temperately。 〃You always were a thriftless fellow; you must have been wasting your fire。 Oh; I say; what's the row in the rear?〃

〃The column; most likely。 It's time; too。 Those fellows would be on us in a minute。 Ah ha!〃 And Weldon drew a quick breath of admiration; as the guns came up at the gallop under the watchful eye of the Imperial Yeomanry。

Once in position on a rise to the left; quickly the guns unlimbered and opened fire; while the sergeants gathered around the boxes of spare cartridges on the ground beside the panting ammunition horse。 Then at last came the order for the advance; the order so eagerly awaited by Weldon; maddened by his long exposure to the bullets of his unseen foe。 In extended order; the squadrons galloped forward until their goal was a scant five hundred yards away; when of a sudden a murderous fire broke out from the rocks in front of them; emptying many a saddle and dropping many a horse。 Under such conditions; safety lay only in an unswerving charge。

Close on their leaders' heels; the troopers spurred forward and; revolver in right hand; rifle in left; they charged over the remaining bit of ground and into the midst of the Boer position。 Briton and Boer met; face to face。 Revolvers cracked; Boers dropped。

Mausers crashed; Britons fell。 And then; through and over; the British charge had passed。

Even then Weldon found no place for pause。 From behind the Boer position; a band of their reinforcements came galloping down upon him。 Caught between the two lines; the squadrons wheeled about; fell again upon the broken enemy; dashed through them and; amid the leaden hail; retired upon their own guns。 And now once more the gunners could reopen fire; and the shells dropped thick and fast。 The moment for a general advance had come。 In open order; a thousand men dashed forward and reached the ridge; only to see the retiring foe galloping away in all directions across the open veldt。 A halt was ordered; to rest the winded mounts。 Pickets were thrown out on front and flank; while the British awaited their approaching convoy。 That night; the column rested upon the veldt at Vlaakfontein。

After the rush of the day; its hope and its succeeding disappointment; Weldon was long in falling asleep。 Carew was out on picket; Captain Frazer; coat off and sleeves rolled to his shoulders; was busy among the wounded; and Weldon had cared to make few other close friends in the squadron。 Around him; he could hear the murmurs of other sleepless ones; but he lay silent; his arms under his head; his face turned upward to the shining perspective of the stars。 In similar perspective there ranged them…selves before his mind the events of the past twelve weeks。

Already the month at Piquetberg Road seemed a chapter out of another volume。 It had culminated in that languid afternoon spent around the tea…table under the wattle tree in the garden; culminated there and also ended there。 With the unexpectedness that marks all things in a time of war; the next noon found him steaming across the Cape Flats; with Maitland in sight。 Two days later; they were loaded on an empty hospital ship returning to Durban。 Piquetberg Road was child's play now; for the front was almost in sight。 The voyage had been beastly; but after it had come the real beginning of things。 Natal; in those days of late February; had seemed deserving of its name; a true Garden of Africa。 The crossing was now a memory of heavy grades; of verdant country; of ripened fruits。 There had been the week's delay at Pietermaritzburg where they had tasted a bit of civilization in the intervals of completing their outfits; there had been the brief stop at Ladysmith; already recovered from her hardships of the year before; then the crossing the border into the Transvaal where the verdure slowly vanished to give place to the dreary wastes of red… brown veldt。 At Johannesburg; he had manufactured an excuse for a long letter to Ethel who

〃Show a leg there!〃

The sergeant's voice at his ear called him back to the realities of life。 He sat up as alertly as if he had slept upon eider…down。

By eight o'clock; Weldon was out on the veldt; two miles from camp。 Before him; a force of Yeomanry was guarding the two guns; around him; a detail from his own squadron protected the flank on the right。 And; still farther to the right; a cloud of yellowish smoke rose skyward across the yellower sunshine。 Then; of a sudden; out from the heart of the wall of smoke came a muffled thud and roar; confused at first; growing strident and more detached until; sweeping from the haze of smoke; five score Boer horsemen rode in a bolt…like rush; fierce and uncheckable。 Without swerving to right or left; they charged straight towards the Yeomanry drawn up beside the guns; drove them back and shot down the gunners almost to a man。 An instant later; the guns were whirled about and trained upon their quondam owners。

From over his breakfast; that morning; the General raised his head to listen to the booming of the fifteen…pounders。 No need to tell him that heavy fighting had begun。 His experienced ear had taught him that magazine firing meant business。 His hand went in search of his field…glasses。

〃General; the enemy have captured the guns。 The Major asks for assistance to retake them。〃

The General lowered his glasses。 Covered with dust; and breathless; Weldon was before him。

〃Mount every available man; and gallop to the scene of action!〃

Orderlies carried the command to the different regiments。 Before the mounted men could start; the infantry were half…way to the guns。 But already shells were falling into the camp; telling every man that the guns were in the hands of the Boers。

In the forefront of the remainder of his squadron; Weldon found himself borne onward in the rush; straight f
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