Thank Heaven I have still got my revolver, and the cartridges are watertight.
I mean to sell our lives as dearly as I can." "Why, John," cried Jess, following the line of his out-stretched hand, "those are not the Boers' horses, they are our two leaders that broke loose in the water.

Look, their collars are still on." "By Jove! so they are.

Now if only we can catch them without being caught ourselves we have a chance of getting out of this." "Well, there is no cover about, and I can't see any signs of Boers.

They must have been sure of having killed us, and gone away," Jess answered.
John looked round, and for the first time a sense of hope began to creep into his heart.

Perhaps they would survive after all.
"Let's go up and look.