Do you like life here better than that in the Guards?
I am sure I should." "Both of them have their advantages," he answered evasively, "of which, if, as I think, you are also a soldier, you can judge for yourself.

But won't you come up to the house?
My daughter Heda is away, and my partner Mr.Rodd" (as he mentioned this name I saw a blue vein, which showed above his cheek bone, swell as though under pressure of some secret emotion) "is a retiring sort of a man--indeed some might think him sulky until they came to know him.

Still, we can make you comfortable and even give you a decent bottle of wine." "No, thank you very much," I answered, "we must get back to the wagon or our servants will think that we have come to grief.
Perhaps you will accept the wildebeeste if it is of any use to you." "Very well," he said in a voice that suggested regret struggling with relief.

To the buck he made no allusion, perhaps because he considered that it was already his own property.

"Do you know your way?
I believe your wagon is camped out there to the east by what we call the Granite stream.