I dare say that there was some delay waiting for guns or ammunition or something.

I expect that we shall hear by to-night----" "De Booren, Baas, de Booren!" (the Boers, master, the Boers) he shouted.
"The Boers are coming with a waggon, twenty of them or more, with Frank Muller at their head on his black horse, and Hans Coetzee, and the one-eyed Basutu wizard with him.

I was hiding behind a tree at the end of the avenue, and I saw them riding over the rise.

They are going to take the place;" and, without waiting to give any further explanations, he slipped through the house and hid himself up somewhere out of the way at the back, for Jantje, like most Hottentots, was a sad coward.
The old man stopped rubbing his head and stared at Bessie, who stood pale and trembling in the doorway.

Just then he heard the patter of running feet on the drive outside, and looked out of the window.