Unfasten one end from the bit so as to give ye double length, and ye'd better buckle it to your saddle-bow .-- Now look here, me fine fellow," he continued, addressing me, "ye'll give me none of your nawnsense; for, look ye, my bhoys are all practised shots with the rifle.

They can bring down a spring-bok going at full speed, so they can easily bring ye down and yer nag too.

There's twenty of them, and I'm a good shot meself, so ye know what to expect if ye thry to escape." I said nothing, for I was thinking with agony about poor Aunt Jenny, who was now coming up to me, and the captain laughed as he saw her pain-wrung countenance.
"Good-bye, Val, my boy," said my father slowly; "and bear up like a man." That was all, and he turned away.
The next moment Bob was clinging to my arm.
"O Val! O Val! O Val!" he cried in a choking voice, and then he dropped back, poor boy, for he could say no more.
"Be sharp there and get it done, me bhoy," said the captain.

"Ye can say good-bye to the owld woman; but lave the cat and the dogs till ye come back." "Are you going to march at once ?" said my father as Aunt Jenny came to my side, and I gripped my saddle and bent down for her to put her arms round my neck.
"Sor, ye see that I am," said the captain.
"But you and your men will take something to eat and drink ?" "Something to send them asleep ?" said the captain suspiciously.

"I'm thinkin' they can last till we get back to Drak Pass, where there's a shtore.