In fact, it grew to be a favourite saying with my father, "I don't know what we should have done without Joeboy." One of the first persons I saw that morning, when I trotted towards the house after being called by my brother, was the great black hurrying out to meet us; and as we got closer it was to see his face puckered up and his eyes flashing, as he said to me hoarsely: "Won't go, Boss Val; won't go.

You tell the Boss I've run up into the hills.

Won't go." "Here, what do you mean ?" I said.
"Boss Boers come to fetch up go and fight.

Won't go." "Nonsense," I said.

"I dare say they've only come to buy bullocks." "No," said the black, shaking his head fiercely.