They listened till I had finished.

Then Anscombe said slowly-- "Two of us can't hold this house against an impi.

We must get out of it." "Both your conclusions seem quite sound," I remarked, "that is if yonder old Kaffir is telling the truth.

But the question is--how?
We can't all three of us ride on one nag, as you are still a cripple." "There is the Cape cart," suggested Heda.
"Yes, but the horses have been turned out, and I don't know where to look for them.

Nor dare I send that boy alone, for probably he would bolt like the others.