I saw Hans Coetzee yesterday, and begged him to try and get us a pass, and I suppose he has." "My word! going to get out: well, you are lucky! Let me sit down and write a letter to my great-uncle at the Cape.

You must post it when you can.

He is ninety-four, and rather soft, but I dare say he will like to hear from me," and she hurried into the house to give her aged relative--who, by the way, laboured under the impression that she was still a little girl of four years of age--as minute an account of the siege of Pretoria as time would allow.
"Well, John, you had better tell Mouti to put the horses in.

We shall have to start presently," said Jess.
"Ay," he said, pulling his beard thoughtfully, "I suppose that we shall;" adding, by way of an afterthought, "Are you glad to go ?" "No," she said, with a sudden flash of passion and a stamp of the foot.
Then she turned and entered the house again.
"Mouti," said John to the Zulu, who was lounging about in a way characteristic of that intelligent but unindustrious race, "inspan the horses.

We are going back to Mooifontein." "_Koos!_" said the Zulu unconcernedly, and started on the errand as though it were the most everyday occurrence to drive off home out of a closely beleaguered town.