"What about you ?" "Joeboy hold stirrup and run," he said, with a laugh.

"Boer better get out o' way." This seemed to be our only road out of the difficulty, and I carefully dismounted, Joeboy leading the horse farther in amongst what was now becoming a chaotic wilderness of stones; and here, pretty well hidden, but quite open to discovery by a wandering party of Boers at any time, we sat down to wait, listening to the steady _crop, crop_, as Sandho calmly set to work to improve the occasion on grass.
As far as I could make out, the sentry we had seen was about a fifth of a mile distant; but in all probability there were others perched up on the lookout in various points of vantage high on either side of the pass; while those below, I felt sure now, would be in strong force, fulfilling the double duty of preventing English settlers from passing out of the country save as the Boers pleased, and defending the place.
"All Boer," he said, pointing in various directions.

"Can't go.

Wait." "Yes," I said; "we must wait till it is dark." "Boss Val wait.

Sandho eat and rest," he said.