Still creeping forward, we found ourselves not twenty yards behind the litter, while far ahead I saw a broad, glimmering space of water with a high woody bank beyond.
'Dupree's Drift;' whispered my warder.

'Courage, Inkoos;[3] in an hour's time you will be free.' [1] Boer elephant guns.
[2] 'Henriques has already told us about the crossing at Dupree's Drift.' [3] Great chief..