"No, I am sure that it was two." "Perhaps we had better send up to _Oom_ Kruger and ask ?" suggested the first man.
"_Oom_ Kruger will be in bed, and he puts up his quills like a porcupine if one wakes him," was the answer.
"Then let us keep the damned preaching Englishman till to-morrow." "Pray let me go on, gentlemen," said John, still in his mildest voice.
"I am wanted to preach the Word at Pretoria, and to watch by the wounded and dying." "Yes, yes," said the first man, "there will soon be plenty of wounded and dying there.

They will all be like the _rooibaatjes_ at Bronker's Spruit.

Lord, what a sight that was! But they will get the Bishop, so they won't want you.

You can stop and look after our wounded if the _rooibaatjes_ manage to hit any of us." And he beckoned to him to come out of the cart.
"Hullo!" said the other man, "here is a bag of mealies.

We will commandeer that, anyhow." And he took his knife and cut the line with which the sack was fastened to the back of the cart, so that it fell to the ground.