schoolmaster。 He was a man of good education； who had taken a university degree； and had taught for some years as an under…master in a school in his native town。 But the east winds had damaged his lungs； and he had been glad to take the chance of a poorly paid country school in the veld。 When I asked him where he was going I was amazed to be told； 'Blaauwildebeestefontein。'
Mr Wardlaw was a pleasant little man； with a sharp tongue but a cheerful temper。 He laboured all day at primers of the Dutch and Kaffir languages； but in the evening after supper he would walk with me on the after…deck and discuss the future。 Like me； he knew nothing of the land he was going to； but he was insatiably curious； and he affected me with his interest。 'This place； Blaauwildebeestefontein；' he used to say； 'is among the Zoutpansberg mountains； and as far as I can see； not above ninety miles from the railroad。 It looks from the map a well…watered country； and the Agent…General in London told me it was healthy or I wouldn't have taken the job。 It seems we'll be in the heart of native reserves up there； for here's a list of chiefs … 'Mpefu； Sikitola； Majinje； Magata； and there are no white men living to the east of us because of the fever。 The name means the 〃spring of the blue wildebeeste；〃 whatever fearsome animal that may be。 It sounds like a place for adventure； Mr Crawfurd。 You'll exploit the pockets of the black men and I'll see what I can do with their minds。' There was another steerage passenger whom I could not help observing because of my dislike of his appearance。 He； too； was a little man； by name Henriques； and in looks the most atrocious villain I have ever clapped eyes on。 He had a face the colour of French mustard … a sort of dirty green … and bloodshot； beady eyes with the whites all yellowed with fever。 He had waxed moustaches； and a curious； furtive way of walking and looking about him。 We of the steerage were careless in our dress； but he was always clad in immaculate white linen； with pointed； yellow shoes to match his complexion。 He spoke to no one； but smoked long cheroots all day in the stern of the ship； and studied a greasy pocket…book。 Once I tripped over him in the dark； and he turned on me with a snarl and an oath。 I was short enough with him in return； and he looked as if he could knife me。
'I'll wager that fellow has been a slave…driver in his time；' I told Mr Wardlaw； who said； 'God pity his slaves； then。'
And now I come to the incident which made the rest of the voyage pass all too soon for me； and foreshadowed the strange events which were to come。 It was the day after we crossed the Line； and the first…class passengers were having deck sports。 A tug…of…war had been arranged between the three classes； and a half…dozen of the heaviest fellows in the steerage； myself included； were invited to join。 It was a blazing hot afternoon； but on the saloon deck there were awnings and a cool wind blowing from the bows。 The first…class beat the second easily； and after a tremendous struggle beat the steerage also。 Then they regaled us with iced…drinks and cigars to celebrate the victory。
I was standing at the edge of the crowd of spectators； when my eye caught a figure which seemed to have little interest in our games。 A large man in clerical clothes was sitting on a deck…chair reading a book。 There was nothing novel about the stranger； and I cannot explain the impulse which made me wish to see his face。 I moved a few steps up the deck； and then I saw that his skin was black。 I went a little farther； and suddenly he raised his eyes from his book and looked round。 It was the face of the man who had terrified me years ago on the Kirkcaple shore。
I spent the rest of the day in a brown study。 It was clear to me that some destiny had prearranged this meeting。 Here was this man travelling prosperously as a first…class passenger with all the appurtenances of respectability。 I alone had seen him invoking strange gods in the moonlight； I alone knew of the devilry in his heart； and I could not but believe that some day or other there might be virtue in that knowledge。
The second engineer and I had made friends； so I got him to consult the purser's list for the name of my acquaintance。 He was down as the Rev。 John Laputa； and his destination was Durban。 The next day being Sunday； who should appear to address us steerage passengers but the black minister。 He was introduced by the captain himself； a notably pious man； who spoke of the labours of his brother in the dark places of heathendom。 Some of us were hurt in our pride in being made the target of a black man's oratory。 Especially Mr Henriques； whose skin spoke of the tar…brush； protested with oaths against the insult。 Finally he sat down on a coil of rope； and spat scornfully in the vicinity of the preacher。
For myself I was intensely curious； and not a little impressed。 The man's face was as commanding as his figure； and his voice was the most wonderful thing that ever came out of human mouth。 It was full and rich； and gentle； with the tones of a great organ。 He had none of the squat and preposterous negro lineaments； but a hawk nose like an Arab； dark flashing eyes； and a cruel and resolute mouth。 He was black as my hat； but for the rest he might have sat for a figure of a Crusader。 I do not know what the sermon was about； though others told me that it was excellent。 All the time I watched him； and kept saying to myself； 'You hunted me up the Dyve Burn； but I bashed your face for you。' Indeed； I thought I could see faint scars on his cheek。
The following night I had toothache； and could not sleep。 It was too hot to breathe under cover； so I got up； lit a pipe； and walked on the after…deck to ease the pain。 The air was very still； save for the whish of water from the screws and the steady beat of the engines。 Above； a great yellow moon looked down on me； and a host of pale stars。
The moonlight set me remembering the old affair of the Dyve Burn； and my mind began to run on the Rev。 John Laputa。 It pleased me to think that I was on the track of some mystery of which I alone had the clue。 I promised myself to search out the antecedents of the minister when I got to Durban； for I had a married cousin there； who might know something of his doings。 Then； as I passed by the companion… way to the lower deck； I heard voices； and peeping over the rail； I saw two men sitting in the shadow just beyond the hatch of the hold。
I thought they might be two of the sailors seeking coolness on the open deck； when something in the figure of one of them made me look again。 The next second I had slipped back and stolen across the after…deck to a point just above them。 For the two were the black minister and that ugly yellow villain； Henriques。
I had no scruples about eavesdropping； but I could make nothing of their talk。 They spoke low； and in some tongue which may have been Kaffir or Portuguese； but was in any case unknown to me。 I lay； cramped and eager； for many minutes； and was just getting sick of it when a familiar name caught my ear。 Henriques said something in which I caught the word 'Blaauwildebeestefontein。' I listened intently； and there could be no mistake。 The minister repeated the name； and for the next few minutes it recurred often in their talk。 I went back stealthily to bed； having something to make me forget my aching tooth。 First of all； Laputa and Henriques were allies。 Second； the place I was bound for had something to do with their schemes。
I said nothing to Mr Wardlaw； but spent the next week in the assiduous toil of the amateur detective。 I procured some maps and books from my friend； the second engineer； and read all I could about Blaauwildebeestefontein。 Not that there was much to learn； but I remember I had quite a thrill when I discovered from the chart of the ship's run one day that we were in the same latitude as that uncouthly…named spot。 I found out nothing； however； about Henriques or the Rev。 John Laputa。 The Portuguese still smoked in the stern； and thumbed his greasy notebook； the minister sat in his deck… chair； and read heavy volumes from the ship's library。 Though I watched every night； I never found them again together。
At Cape Town Henriques went ashore and did not return。 The minister did not budge from the ship the three days we lay in port； and； indeed； it seemed to me that he kept his cabin。 At any rate I did not see his great figure on deck till we were tossing in the choppy seas round Cape Agulhas。 Sea… sickness again attacked me； and with short lulls during our stoppages at Port Elizabeth and East London； I lay wretchedly in my bunk till we sighted the bluffs of Durban harbour。
Here it was necessary for me to change my ship； for in the interests of economy I was going by sea to Delagoa Bay； and thence by the cheap railway journey into the Transvaal。 I sought out my cousin； who lived in a fine house on the Berea； and found a comfortable lodging for the three days of my stay there。 I made inquiries about Mr Laputa； but could hear nothing。 There was no native minister of that name； said my cousin； who was a great authority on all native questions。 I described the man； but got no further light。 No one had seen or heard of such a being； 'unless；' said my cousin； 'he is one of those American Ethiopian rascals。'
My second task was to see the Durban manager of the firm which I had undertaken to serve。 He was a certain Mr Colles； a big fat man； who welcomed me in his shirt…sleeves； with a cigar in his mouth。 He received me pleasantly； and took me home to dinner with him。
'Mr Mackenzie has written about you；' he said。 'I'll be quite frank with you； Mr Crawfurd。 The firm is not exactly satisfied about the way business has been going lately at Blaauwildebeestefontein。 There's a grand country up there； and a grand opportunity for the man who can take it。 Japp； who is in charge； is an old man now and past his best； but he has been long with the firm； and we don't want to hurt his feelings。 When he goes； which must be pretty soon； you'll have a good chance of the place； if you show yourself an active young fellow。'
He told me a great deal more about Blaauwildebeestefon