Diamond Dyke Part 7

"That's your sort!" cried Emson. "We'll have a good long try, and if the ostriches don't pay, we'll hunt, as, I know, we've got plenty of room out here: we'll have an elephant farm instead, and grow ivory, and have a big warehouse for making potted elephant to send and sell at home for a breakfast appetiser. Who's going to give up, eh? Now, then, what about this canter? The horses want a breather--they're getting fidgety.

I say, feel better now, old chap, don't you?"

d.y.k.e pinched his lips together and nodded shortly.

"So do I.--Here! What's that?"

He checked his horse, and pointed far away in the distance.

"Ostrich!" cried d.y.k.e.

"Yes, I saw her rise and start off! My word! how she is going. I can see the spot where she got up, and must keep my eyes on it. There's a nest there, for a pound. That means luck this morning. Come along steady. Lucky I brought the net. Why, d.y.k.e, old chap, the tide's going to turn, and we shall do it yet."

"But the goblin's dead."

"Good job, too. There's as good ostriches in the desert as ever came out, though they are fowl instead of fish. It's my belief we shall s.n.a.t.c.h out of that nest a better game-c.o.c.k bird than ever the goblin was, and without his temper. Come along."

d.y.k.e felt glad of the incident occurring when it did, for his mind was in a peculiar state just then. His feelings were mingled. He felt relieved and satisfied by having s.h.i.+fted something off his mind, but at the same time there would come a sense of false shame, and a fancy that he had behaved childishly, when it was as brave and manly a speech--that confession--as ever came from his lips.

All the same, on they rode. And now the sky looked brighter; there seemed to be an elasticity in the air. Breezy had never carried d.y.k.e so well before, and a sensation came over him, making him feel that he must shout and sing and slacken his rein, and gallop as hard as the cob could go.

"Yohoy there! steady, lad," cried Emson; "not so fast, or I shall lose the spot. It's hard work, little un, keeping your eye on anything, with the horse pitching you up and down."

Hard work, indeed, for there was no tree, bush, or hillock out in the direction they were taking, and by which the young Englishman could mark down the spot where he imagined the nest to be.

So d.y.k.e slackened speed, and with his heart throbbing in a pleasantly exhilarated fas.h.i.+on, he rode steadily on beside his brother, feeling as if the big fellow were the boy once more whom as a child he used to tease and be chased playfully in return. Emson's way of speaking, too, enhanced the feeling.

"I say, little un," he cried, "what a game if there's no nest after all.

You won't be disappointed, will you?"

"Of course not."

"'Member me climbing the big elm at the bottom of the home-close to get the mag's nest?"

"To be sure I do."

"Didn't think we two would ever go bird's-nesting in Africa then, did we?"

"No; but do you think there is a nest out yonder, Joe?"

"I do," cried Emson, "I've seen several hen birds about the last few days; but I never could make out which way they came or went. I've been on the lookout, too, for one rising from the ground."

"But is this a likely place for a nest?"

"Well, isn't it? I should say it's the very spot. Now, just look: here we are in an open plain, where a bird can squat down in the sand and look around for twenty miles--if she can see so far--in every direction, and see danger coming, whether it's a man, a lion, or a jackal, and shuffle off her nest, and make tracks long before whatever it is gets near enough to make out where she rose. Of course I don't know whether we shall find the nest, if there is one. It's hard enough to find a lark's or a partridge's nest at home in an open field of forty or fifty acres; so of course, big though the nest is, and the bird, it's a deal harder, out in a field hundreds of miles square, eh?"

"Of course it is."

"'Scuse my not looking round at you when I'm speaking, old chap; but if I take my eye off the spot, I shall never find it again."

"I say, don't be so jolly particular, Joe," cried d.y.k.e, laughing.

"Why not? It's just what you and I ought to be," said the big fellow with simple earnestness. "We're out here in a savage land, but we don't want to grow into savages, nor yet to be as blunt and gruff as two bears. I'm not going to forget that the dear old governor at home is a gentleman, even if his sons do rough it out here."

"Till they're regular ruffians, Joe.--I say: see the nest?"

"Oh no; it's a mile away yet."

"Then there isn't one. You couldn't have seen it at all that distance."

"I never said I could see the nest, did I? It was enough for me that I've seen the birds about, and that I caught sight of that one making off this morning. We call them stupid, and they are in some things; but they're precious cunning in others."

"But if they were only feeding?"

"Why, then, there's no nest. But I say breeding, and not feeding; and that's rhyme if you take it in time, as the old woman said."

"But you talked about hen birds. Then there may be more than one nest?"

"Not here. Why, you know how a lot of them lay in the same nest."

"At home, shut up in pens, but not on the veldt."

"Why, of course they do, and 'tis their nature to, like the bears and lions in Dr Watts. You don't know everything quite yet, old chap. If you took the gla.s.s, and came and lay out here for two or three days and nights, and always supposing the birds didn't see you--because if they did they'd be deserting the nest and go somewhere else--you'd see first one hen come to lay and then another, perhaps six of them; and when they'd packed the nest as full as it would hold, with the sand banked up round the eggs to keep them tight in their places with the points downwards, so as to be close, you'd see hen after hen come and take her turn, sitting all day, while the c.o.c.k bird comes at nights and takes his turn, because he's bigger and stronger, and better able to pitch into the prowling jackals."

"How did you know all this, Joe?"

"Partly observation, partly from what I've heard Jack say," replied Emson modestly. "Everything comes in useful. I daresay you won't repent saving up all those odds and ends of stones and sh.e.l.ls and eggs you've got at home."

"Why, I often thought you'd feel they were a nuisance, Joe. I did see you laugh at them more than once."

"Smile, old man, smile--that's all. I like it. You might grow a regular museum out of small beginnings like that."

"Then we ought to have stuffed the goblin," cried d.y.k.e merrily.

"Oh, come, no; that wouldn't do. Our tin house isn't the British Museum; but I would go on collecting bits of ore and things. You may find something worth having one of these days, besides picking up a lot of knowledge. I'd put that piece of old iron the ostrich swallowed along with the rest."

"Would you?"

"Yes; but now let's have all eyes, and no tongues, old chap. We are getting near where that bird got up off the nest."

"If there was one."

"If there was one," a.s.sented Emson. "Now then: think you're mushrooming out in the old field at home, and see if you can't find the nest. Move off now a couple of hundred yards, and keep your eyes open."

d.y.k.e followed out his brother's advice, and for the next hour they rode over the ground here and there, to and fro, and across and across, scanning the sandy depressions, till Emson suddenly drew rein, and shouted to d.y.k.e, who was a quarter of a mile away.

d.y.k.e sent his cob off at a gallop and joined him.

"Found it?" he cried excitedly.