"That will feed our horses for a week," he said with a chuckle, in which the other man joined.

It was pleasant to become so easily possessed of an unearned increment in the shape of a bag of mealies.
"Well, are we to get the old crow go ?" said the first man.
"If we don't let him go we shall have to take him up to headquarters, and I want to sleep." And he yawned.
"Well, let him go," said the other.

"I think you are right.

The pass said two carts.

Be off, you damned preaching Englishman!" John did not wait for any more, but laid the whip across the horses' backs with a will.
"I hope we did right," said the man with the lantern to the other as the cart bumped off.