Denham was using the glass and making comments the while.
"There's a famous great gap out yonder," he said, "just to the right of where we saw those unlucky wagons, Val.

I will just go and tell some one.

The enemy will not be likely to fill it up; and I believe we might go softly that way and make a dash through .-- Oh, you disgusting, sybaritish, gluttonous brutes! I always did think the Boers were pigs at eating.

Look at their fires all along their lines.

Here are we starving, and they're doing nothing but cook and eat--eat--eat." I took the glass and looked at the opening he had noticed, but said nothing, remembering how terrible was our experience on the previous occasion.