It would have been better for us both if she hadn't," he added to himself.
"Why, bless me, Captain Niel, how queer you look!" said Mrs.Neville, fanning herself with her hat; "and there is such a row going on at the camp there; the volunteers swear that they will attack the military for deserting them, and I don't know what all; and they simply wouldn't believe me when I said you were not shot.

Why, I never! Look! your boot is full of blood! So you were hit after all." "Might I trouble you to give me some brandy, Mrs.Neville ?" said John faintly.
She filled a glass she had brought with her half full of water from a little irrigation furrow that ran down from the main _sluit_ by the road, and then topped it up with brandy.

He drank it, and felt decidedly better.
"Dear me!" said Mrs.Neville, "there are a pair of you now.

You should just have seen that girl go down when she saw the body coming along the road! I made sure that it was you; but it wasn't.

They say that it was poor Jim Smith, son of old Smith of Rustenburg.