So I came out and lay down to listen, and it was not till you were quite close that one by one the others stopped.

Perhaps it was the devils who galloped." "Damn you, stop that wizard's talk," said Muller, his teeth chattering with fear and agitation.

"Take the horse, groom and feed him well; he has galloped far, and we start at dawn.

Stop, tell me, where are the lights and the brandy?
If you have drunk the brandy I will flog you." "They are on the shelf to the left as you go in, Baas, and there is flesh too, and bread." Muller swung himself from the saddle and entered the hut, pushing open the cranky, broken-hinged door with a kick.

He found the box of Tandstickor matches, and, after one or two attempts--due chiefly to his shaking hand--succeeded in striking fire and lighting a coarse dip such as the Boers make out of mutton fat.