There was also Japp's shot-gun, an old hammered breech-loader, as well as the gun I had brought out with me.
There was a good supply of cartridges, including a stock for a .400 express which could not be found.

I pocketed the revolver, and searched till I discovered a good sheath-knife.

If fighting was in prospect I might as well look to my arms.
All the morning I sat among flour and sugar possessing my soul in as much patience as I could command.

Nothing came down the white road from the west.

The sun melted the rime; the flies came out and buzzed in the window; Japp got himself out of bed, brewed strong coffee, and went back to his slumbers.