And now I must be getting on, or that devil of a man, Frank Muller, will want to know what I have been about." "_Oom_ Coetzee," said Jess, "will you do something for me?
We are old friends, you know, and once I persuaded my uncle to lend you five hundred pounds when all your oxen died of the lungsick." "Yes, yes, it shall be paid back one day--when we have hunted the damned Englishmen out of the country." And he began to gather up his reins preparatory to riding off.
"Will you do me a favour ?" said Jess, catching the pony by the bridle.
"What is it?
What is it, missie?
I must be getting on.

That devil of a man, Frank Muller, is waiting for me with the prisoners at the Rooihuis Kraal." "I want a pass for myself and Captain Niel, and an escort.

We wish to go home." The old Boer held up his fat hands in amazement.
"Almighty!" he said, "it is impossible.

A pass!--who ever heard of such a thing?
Come, I must be going." "It is not impossible, Uncle Coetzee, as you know," said Jess.

"Listen! If I get that pass I will speak to my uncle about the five hundred pounds.