themselves were concerned in the attack upon the white officers and the crew of the steamer, for no steps will be taken against them. It is eighteen years since then, and no doubt their houses were destroyed and their groves cut down when the British column came here and found the place deserted. I am ready to reward them if I obtain the information I require from them.'
The three men were presently brought to the spot where Gregory had seated himself in the shade of one of the huts. Zaki stood beside him, and the four armed men took post a short distance away. The first called up was a very old man. In reply to Gregory's questions he said: ' I was already old when the steam-boat ran ashore. I took no hand in the business; the white men had done me no harm, while the followers pf the Mahdi had killed many of my family and friends. I
heard what was going to be done, and I stayed in my house. I call upon Allah to witness that what I say is true!'
'Do you know if any remains of that expedition are still in existence?'
'No, my lord. When the white troops came here some months afterwards I fled, as all here did; but I know that before they destroyed Wad Gamr's house they took away some boxes of papers that had been brought ashore from the ship, and were still in the house. I know of nothing else. The clothes of the men on board the steam-boat were divided among those who took part in the attack, but there was little booty.'
Gregory knew that at Wad Gamr's house but few signs of the tragedy had been found when General Brackenbury's troops entered. Blood-stained visiting-cards of Stewart's, a few scraps of paper, and a field-glass had alone been discovered besides the boxes of papers.
The next man who came up said that he had been with the party who fell upon the engineers and crew of the boat by the river-side. ' I was ordered to kill them,' he said. ' Had I not done so I should have been killed myself.'
' Do you know whether any booty was hidden away before the English came ?'
'No, my lord, there was no booty taken; no money was found on board the steamer. We stripped her of the brass-work and took the wood ashore to burn. The sheik gave us a dollar and a half a man for what we had done. There may have been some money found on the ship, but as his own men were on board first and took all that they thought of value I have naught to say about it.'
' And you never heard of anything being hidden before the British troops arrived?'
The Arab shook his head. 'No, my lord, but there may have been, though I never heard of it. I went and fought at Kirbekan, and when we were beaten I fled at once to Berber, and remained there until the white troops had all gone down the country.'
'I may want to question you again to-morrow,' Gregory said. ' Here are two dollars. I shall give you as much more if I want you again.'
The third man was then called up. He was evidently in fear. 'Do not be afraid to answer me truly,' Gregory said. ' If you do so, no harm will come to you whatever share you may have had in the affair; but if you answer falsely and the truth is afterwards discovered, you will be punished. Now, where were you when this business took place?'
'We were all ordered by Wad Gamr to gather near his house, and when the signal was given we were to run in and kill the white men. We saw them go up to the house. They had been told to leave their arms behind them; one of the sheik's servants came out and waved his arms, and we ran in and killed them.'
'What happened then?'
'We carried the bodies outside the house. Then we took what money was found in their pockets, with watches and other things, in to the sheik, and he paid us a dollar and a half a head, and said that we could have their clothes. For my share I had a jacket belonging to one of them. When I got it home I found that there was a pocket inside, and in it was a book partly written on, and many other bits of paper.'
'And what became of that?' Gregory asked eagerly.
' I threw it into a corner, it was of no use to me. But when the white troops came up in the boats and beat us at Kirbekan I came straight home and, seeing the pocket-book, took it and hid it under a rock, for I thought that when the white troops got here they would find it, and that they might then destroy the house and cut down my trees. Then I went away, and did not come back until the}' had all gone.'
'And where is the pocket-book now]'
' It may be under the rock where I hid it, my lord. I have never thought of it since; it was rubbish.'
'Can you take me to the place?'
'I think so; it was not far from my house. I pushed it
under the first great rock I came to, for I was in haste and wanted to be away before the white soldiers on camels could get here.'
'Did you hear of any other things being hidden?'
'No; I think everything was given up. If this thing had been of value I should perhaps have told the sheik, but as it was only written papers and of no use to anyone, I did not trouble to do so.'
' Well, let us go at once,' Gregory said, rising to his feet. ' Although of no use to you, these papers may be of importance.'
Followed by Zaki and the four men, Gregory went to the peasant's house, which stood a quarter of a mile away.
'This is not the house I lived in then,' the man said. ' The white troops destroyed every house in the village, but when they had gone I built another on the same spot.'
The hill rose steeply behind it. The peasant went on till he stopped at a large boulder. 'This was the rock,' he said, ' where I thrust it under as far as my arm would reach. I pushed it in on the upper side.' The man lay down. 'It was just about here,' he said. 'It is here, my lord; I can just feel it, but I cannot get it out. I pushed it in as far as the tips of my fingers could reach it.'
' Well, go down and cut a couple of sticks three or four feet long.' In ten minutes the man returned with them. 'Now take one of them, and when you feel the book push the stick along its side until it is well beyond it. Then you ought to be able to scrape it out. If you cannot do so, we shall have to roll the stone over. It is a big rock, but with two or three poles one ought to be able to turn it over.'
After several attempts, however, the man produced the packet. Gregory opened it with trembling hands. It contained, as the man had said, a large number of loose sheets, evidently torn from a pocket-book and all covered with close writing. He opened the book that accompanied them. It was written in ink, and the first few words sufficed to tell him
that his search was over. It began: 'Khartoum. Thank God, after two years of suffering and misery since the fatal day at El Obeid, I am once again amongst friends. It is true that I am still in peril, for the position here is desperate. Still, the army that is coming up to our help may be here in time; and even if they should not do so this may be found when they come, and will be given to my dear wife at Cairo if she is still there. Her name is Mrs. Hilliard, and her address will surely be known at the Bank.'
'These are the papers I was looking for,'he said to Zaki; ' I will tell you about them afterwards.'
He handed ten dollars to the native, thrust the packet into his breast-pocket, and walked slowly down to the river. He had never entertained any hope of finding his father, but this evidence of his death gave him a shock. His mother was right, then; she had always insisted there was a possibility that he might have escaped the massacre at El Obeid. He had done so; he had reached Khartoum, he had started full of hope of seeing his wife and child, but had been treacherously massacred here. He would not now read this message from the grave, that must be reserved for some time when he was alone. He knew enough to be able to guess the details—they could not be otherwise than painful. He felt almost glad that his mother was not alive. To him the loss was scarcely a real one. His father had left him when an infant. Although his mother had so often spoken of him he had scarcely been a reality to Gregory, for when he became old enough to comprehend the matter it seemed to him certain that his father must have been killed. He could then hardly understand how his mother could cling to hope. His father had been more a real character to him since he started from Cairo than ever before.
He knew the desert now and its fierce inhabitants. He could picture the battle, and since the fight at Omdurman he had been able to see before him the wild rush on the Egyptian square, the mad confusion, the charge of a handful of white officers, and the one white man going off with the
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