But the beast was tired, also blown out with that morning feed of mealies, so our progress was not very fast.

When we were about two hundred yards from the wagon I looked back and saw the Basutos beginning to arrive.

They saw us also, and uttering a sort of whistling war cry, started in pursuit.
After this we had quite an interesting time.

I scrambled on to the horse behind Anscombe, whereon that intelligent animal, feeling the double weight, reduced its pace proportionately, to a slow tripple, indeed, out of which it could not be persuaded to move.

So I slipped off again over its tail and we went on as before.