"The old Boer said the second turn," he went on still talking to himself, "but perhaps he lied.

I am told that some of them think it is a good joke to send an Englishman a few miles wrong.

Let's see, they told me the place was under the lee of a table-topped hill, about half an hour's ride from the main road, and that is a table-topped hill, so I think I will try it.

Come on, Blesbok," and he put the tired nag into a sort of "tripple," or ambling canter much affected by South African horses.
"Life is a queer thing," reflected Captain John Niel to himself as he cantered along slowly.

"Now here am I, at the age of thirty-four, about to begin the world again as assistant to an old Transvaal farmer.