But how do we know that they won't all bolt back for the Boers' camp?
They're Boer bullocks, you know.

Oh! I'll never forgive the Colonel if he loses all that beef." "The poor brutes will only make for the nearest patches of grass and bush," I said, "and their guard will take care to head them back if they seem disposed to stray." "But is any one on the lookout with a glass on the wall ?" "Sure to be," I said.
"I'm not so sure," cried Denham impatiently.

"Why, there must be going on for six hundred sirloins there, without counting other tit-bits; and if the bullocks are taken care of, each one is a sort of walking safe full of prime meat for the troops." "There--look!" I said; "they're settling down to graze, and the guard is spreading out between them and the open veldt." "Yes, I see," said Denham anxiously; "but I hope they'll take great care.

That job ought to be ours." But it was not, and I did not want it.

I said so, too.
"That's bosh," replied Denham.