"Well, you are plucky to have forced your way through all those horrid Boers! I am sure I wonder that they did not shoot you or beat you to death with _sjambocks_, the brutes.

Not that there is much use in your coming, for you will never be able to take Jess back till Sir George Colley relieves us, and that can't be for two months, they say.
Well, there is one thing; Jess will be able to sleep in the cart now, and you can have one of the patrol-tents and camp alongside.

It won't be quite proper, perhaps, but in these times we can't stop to consider propriety.

There, there, you go off to the Governor.

He will be glad enough to see you, I'll be bound; I saw him at the other end of the camp five minutes ago.