Very hastily I swallowed some food, while Footsack inspanned the horses.

In a quarter of an hour all was ready.
Then suddenly, in an inconsequent female fashion, Heda developed a dislike to leaving her father unburied.
"My dear young lady," I said, "it seems that you must choose between that and our all stopping to be buried with him." She saw the point and compromised upon paying him a visit of farewell, which I left her to do in Anscombe's company, while I fetched my mare.

To tell the truth I felt as though I had seen enough of the unhappy Marnham, and not for #50 would I have entered that room again.

As I passed the door of the hospital, leading my horse, I heard the old Kaffir screaming within and sent the boy who was with me to find out what was the matter with him.

That was the last I saw of either of them, or ever shall see this side of kingdom come.