But whether it cantered or whether it walked, its hoofs seemed to beat out the words--"Too good to be true!" Sometimes they beat them fast, and sometimes they beat them slow, but always their message seemed the same.
Hans, too, was outworn and weak from starvation.

Also he had a cut upon his foot which hampered him so much that at last he said I had better go on alone; he would follow more slowly.

Then I dismounted and set him on the horse, walking by it myself.
Thus it came about that the gorgeous sunset was finished and the sky had grown grey with night before we reached the foot of the koppie.

Yet the last rays of the sinking orb had shown me something as they died.

There on the slope of the hill stood some mud and wattle houses, such as I had ordered to be built, and near to them several white-capped wagons.