So.

Now put on your revolver and let me help you down.

Man, don't forget your hat." He obeyed quickly enough, and presently was standing on one leg by my side, looking cramped and tottery.
"The Basutos are on us," I said.
He whistled and remarked something about Chapter No.

2.
"Footsack," I called, "bring the horse here; the Baas wishes to ride a little to ease his leg." He did so, stopping a moment to pull the second girth tight.
Then we helped Anscombe into the saddle.
"Which way ?" he asked.
I looked at the long slope in front of us.

It was steep and bad going.