If a man strikes his shuperior officer, he's stood up with a handkerchief tied across his eyes to prevent him from winking and spoiling the men's aim, and then the firing-party does the rest." As he spoke he made a sign, and half-a-dozen of the mounted Boers rode up.
"Sargint," he said, "the young colt's a bit fractious.

Ye'll take him in hand.

Fasten his hands behind him ready.

Two of ye go round to the pen there and pick out the most likely horse, saddle and bridle him, and bring him here.

Ye've got some green-leather thongs.