I saw too--as enviously as my companion, but in silence--how the fires were sending up their clouds of smoke in the clear, calm air all along the line, telling of preparations for the coming meal.
"The empty wagons are gone," I said at last.
"If you say wagon again I shan't be able to contain myself," cried Denham passionately.

"I don't want to kick you, Val; but I shall be obliged.

Look here, if I feel as bad to-morrow evening as I do now, I'll mount and desert to the Boer ranks." "Not you," I said.
"But I will, just for the sake of eating as much as ever I can.

Then I'll desert again and join our own ranks." "Why, Denham--" I exclaimed excitedly, and then I was silent.
"Why, Denham--" he replied.
"Wait a minute," I cried; "let me make sure." "Sure of what ?" he said, growing excited in turn on hearing the elation in my voice.
"Wagons!" I cried.
"Ah, would you ?" he shouted.

"Didn't I say that if you spoke of wagons again--" "One--two--three--four--five--six!" I cried, with the glasses to my eyes.