I think that you had better get on my horse and ride for it, leaving us to take our chance.

I daresay the whole thing is a lie and that we shall be in no danger," I added by way of softening the suggestion.
"That I will never do," she replied with so much quiet conviction that I saw it was useless to pursue the argument.
I thought for a moment, as the position was very difficult.

The boy was not to be trusted, and if I went with him I should be leaving these two alone and, in Anscombe's state, almost defenceless.

Still it seemed as though I must.

Just then I looked up, and there at the garden gate saw Anscombe's driver, Footsack, the man whom I had despatched to Pretoria to fetch his oxen.