A GAME OF CARDS I slept in Anscombe's room that night and looked after him.

He was very feverish and the pain in his leg kept him awake a good deal.

He told me that he could not bear Dr.Rodd and wished to get away at once.

I had to explain to him that this was impossible until his spare oxen arrived which I was going to send for to Pretoria, but of other matters, including that of the dangerous state of his foot, I said nothing.

I was thankful when towards two in the morning, he fell into a sound sleep and allowed me to do the same.
Before breakfast time, just as I had finished dressing myself in some of the clean things which had been brought from the wagon, Rodd came and made a thorough and business-like examination of his patient, while I awaited the result with anxiety on the stoep.