But without them what availed the fine pasturage?
What could he do there without them to stock it?
They were his wealth--at least, he had hoped in time that their increase would become wealth.

They were all of excellent breeds; and, with the exception of his twelve yoke-oxen, and one or two long-horned Bechuana bulls, all the others were fine young cows calculated soon to produce a large herd.
Of course his anxiety about these animals rendered it impossible for him to enjoy a moment's peace of mind, until he should start back in search of them.

He had only taken out his pipe to pass the time, while the horses were gathering a bite of grass.

As soon as their strength should be recruited a little, it was his design to take three of the strongest of them, and with Hendrik and Swartboy, ride back to the old kraal.
As soon, therefore, as the horses were ready for the road again, they were caught and saddled up; and Von Bloom, Hendrik, and Swartboy, mounted and set out, while Hans remained in charge of the camp.
They rode at a brisk rate, determined to travel all night, and, if possible, reach the kraal before morning.

At the last point on the route where there was grass, they off-saddled, and allowed their horses to rest and refresh themselves.