on the firing line-第30章
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hat earth。 He knew where to hide； where to dodge； where to scurry away as fast as his convoy train could bear him company。 Behind him； plucky； but totally in ignorance of the natural advantages of the country； toiled and perspired and skirmished the British army。 Horses were exhausted； men were killed and supply wagons were captured； all to little or no purpose。 If the quarry could not be taken by direct pursuit； it was needful to have recourse to the methods of the ranch。 Pursuit failing； it was time for a round…up。
To this end； the Orange River Colony had been marked off into sections by the rows of blockhouses strung upon barbed wire。 Drive after drive had been made into these enclosures； and every drive had brought its bag of game。 But still the general himself had eluded them。 Early in February； however； a giant drive had been planned； directed away from the enclosure in order that； once De Wet took refuge in his usual trick of doubling back upon his pursuers； he should find himself caught in the open trap。 And； secure in the ultimate success of his plan； Lord Kitchener waited at Wolvehoek in expectation of its end。
The drive had been made； De Wet had doubled； and now the base of the triangle was flowing in upon him； fully confident of success at last。 And the base was in part made up of the South African Light Horse； and Carew and Weldon were of that Horse； and they rejoiced accordingly。
Nightfall of the sixth found the quarry well inside the triangle； and the South African Light Horse drawn up in a straight line running westward from Lindley。 The officers slept in their boots； that night； and every trooper held himself tense in his blankets； ready to cease snoring at an instant's notice。 And far away to the northward； the moving search…lights carved the frosty darkness with their blinding cones of light。
Weldon was ordered out on picket duty； that night。 All day long； he had ridden hard； until even the zeal of Piggie had begun to flag。 Nevertheless； as the broad stripe of yellow reluctantly died out of the western sky； his excited brain denied to his tired muscles the sleep which they demanded。 Accordingly； it was a relief when his orders came； and he found himself advancing cautiously out into the shadowy veldt。
Contrary to his usual mood when on picket； Weldon had no sense of loneliness； that night。 Reaching away from him on either hand was the huge enclosing wall of humanity； pacing to and fro on picket duty； guarding the blockhouses； patrolling the wire fences between。 Every man was alert to his duty； every nerve was taut with the consciousness that somewhere within the cordon was the leader who heretofore had escaped them； that each man was a link forged in the endless chain which was stretched around the invisible enemy。 And； meanwhile； the starless sky and the waiting chain were equally silent and equally freighted with mystery。 And the future seemed full of portent and very near。
Then； as the midnight hour swung past him； Weldon heard the rustle of a quiet footfall。 It was Captain Frazer's voice that answered his challenge。
〃I was looking for you； Weldon；〃 he added。
〃For anything especial？〃
〃No。 I felt restless and couldn't sleep； so I thought I would go the round of the pickets。 They said you were out here。 Where is Carew？〃
〃In my sleeping…bag。 I don't encourage him for a neighbor just now。 He draws too much fire。〃
The Captain laughed softly。
〃He is an unlucky beggar。 Eight； nine； how many times is it that he has been hit？ He ought to engage a private nurse。〃
〃He has。〃 And Weldon explained the little scene at the door of the hospital tent。
〃Happy fellow！ He deserves her； though。 But it is an ideal combination； that of nurse and soldier；〃 the Captain answered lightly。 Then he asked； 〃What sort of a day have you had？〃
〃Rousing。 Now the question is： what sort of a night are we going to have？〃
〃The night of our lives； I suspect；〃 the Captain replied； still in the low tone in which all their talk had been made。 〃The orders are to close in at daylight； and work the game up towards Wolvehoek； but； if I know anything at all of De Wet； he won't wait till daylight。〃
〃You think he will fight？〃
〃If he does； it will be a fight to the finish；〃 the Captain said gravely。
Weldon's grip tightened on his rifle。
〃When will it come？〃
〃Heaven only knows。 Probably just before light。 He will take this end of things； on account of avoiding the railroads and〃
Weldon's hand shut on his arm。
〃Hush！ What's that？〃
Swiftly the Captain's gravity vanished； and he laughed。
〃By George； here they are！〃 he exclaimed。
From the veldt to the northward； there came a confused din of rushing； trampling feet； a cloud of dust； lifted on the night breeze； swept down upon them； and then a herd of stampeding cattle dashed madly past； noses to earth and tails lashing in furious fear。 An instant later； the darkness to the left was shattered by dots of light； and the air snapped with the double crack of Mauser rifles。 Far to the northward； though muffled by distance； there was more firing； and yet more； and ever the moving searchlights carved their way to and fro through the inky night。
Like a dog on the scent and ready for the plunge； Captain Frazer had straightened to the full of his height and stood tense； waiting an instant to measure the scope of the coming fight。
〃It's a row； sure enough； and thank God； I'm in it！〃 he said quietly then。 〃Come back to the line； Weldon。 There'll be work for us all； in a few minutes。〃
Even as he spoke； and while they were hurrying back to the squadron； a random shot pierced the darkness just before them； and a bullet whirred close above their heads。 Another shot tossed up a spray of dust at their feet； and a third fell full in the tent where Carew was swiftly tightening his belts and assuring himself that his bandoliers were full。
They found the camp already humming like a hive of angry bees。 A small matter of forty miles a day counted for nothing to men wakened from heavy sleep to face the firing of an invisible foe。 There was no need of the murmured report that De Wet had bidden his followers break through the British chain wherever its links were weakest。 Instinctively each man threw himself into fighting array； convinced that the present minute marked the climax of the past days。
And； meanwhile； the limitless darkness shut down over the determined cordon of British men facing steadily inward towards the foe which they could not see； over the scattered knots of Boer horsemen； secure in their full knowledge of every yard of the ground； riding forward to fight their way through the chain into the veldt beyond。 And； far to the northward； De Wet was lurking in shadow long enough to cut the wires and then ride away with his trio of faithful followers。
To Weldon； fresh from the darkness and silence of the open veldt； it seemed as if； of a sudden； the frosty night were tattered into shreds。 As the fight waxed hot about him； he lost all memory of the intermediate stages。 At one instant； all had been still and dim； at another； the air before him was thick with vivid rifle flashes； his ears were full of the strident din of flying bullets； of shouting men； of squealing； moaning horses。 For a time； he could see nothing of the enemy but the flashing dots of fire。 Then the dots drew nearer； closed up； and the din was increased by the rattle of fixing bayonets； by the dull； sucking sound of steel prodded into soft masses； and by the thud of falling bodies。 And always from the outer circle the pitiless rain of bullets came splashing down upon them； striking impartially on friend and on foe。
Side by side in the foremost rank； Weldon and Carew were fighting like tigers。 Carew's cheek was gashed by a passing bullet； and Weldon's coat showed dark and wet over his left shoulder； but neither man was conscious of pain； or of fear； or of anything else than a surly determination to check the maddening rush before them。 Carew was slashing about him with all the strength of arm and bayonet； but Weldon； disdaining his bayonet； was firing with a steady aim which sent one man and then another to join the heap on the ground at his feet。
A second bullet grazed
