Perhaps he would not want it all back again." "Ah!" said the Boer.

"Well, we are old friends, missie, and 'never desert a friend,' that is my saying.

Almighty! I must ride a hundred miles--I will swim through blood for a friend.

Well, well, I must see.
It depends upon that devil of a man, Frank Muller.

Where are you to be found--in the white house yonder?
Good.