"You say so because you're not hungry; but just wait till you are, and then you'll be as fidgety about the bullocks as I am." "But you're not hungry now," I said laughingly.
"Well, no--not at present; but I shall be soon.

I haven't made up the balance of two days' loss yet.

Ugh! only fancy--grilled cat's-meat for a commissioned officer in Her Majesty's service! Ugh! To think that I was compelled by sheer hunger to eat horse! I'd swear off all flesh-feeding for good if it wasn't for that beef." He burst into a hearty fit of laughing then, and we rode on, chatting about our position and the fact that the Boers seemed to consider they could not do better for their side than keep us shut up as we were till we surrendered as prisoners of war.
"That's it, evidently," said Denham.

"They hate us horribly, for we'd been doing a lot of mischief amongst them before you joined, as well as ever since." "Shall we be able to cut our way through before long ?" I asked.
"I don't know, old fellow," he replied.
"We ought to," I said, "because we could be of so much use to the General's troops." "Well, I don't know so much about that," said Denham as we neared the fortified gateway, with its curtain of empty wagons.

"I'm beginning to think that we're being a great deal of help to the General here." "How ?" I asked wonderingly.