Then put him upon the horse with his face to the tail, and tie his ankles underneath.
It'll be a fine lesson for the bhoy in rough-riding." The men were quick enough.

Before I had even thought of trying to make my escape, two of the Boers were off their horses and made me their prisoner, while the rest of the little troop rode closer up and surrounded us.
Then other two of the men rode off behind the house, and I stood breathing hard, biting my lips, and feeling as if something hot was burning my chest as I tried hard to catch my father's averted eyes.
Just then the Irish renegade captain burst into a hearty laugh, and I wrenched myself round to look, and felt better.

A minute before, I had seen Bob disappear into the house, and had mentally denounced him as a miserable little coward; but my eyes flashed now as I saw him hurry out with three rifles over his right shoulder, a bandolier belt across his left, and two more, well filled with cartridges, hanging to the barrels of the rifles.
"Bedad!" said the captain, "and he's worth fifty of his big, hulking brother! But ye're too shmall, darlint.

Wait a year or two longer, and ye shall fight under me like a man." Bob made a rush for father; but one of the Boers leaned down and caught him by the shoulder, while another snatched the rifles from his hands, and laid them across the pommel of the saddle in which he sat.
"Give up, Bob; give up," cried father sternly, as my brother began to struggle with all his might.

"It is no use to fight against fate." "Hear him now," said the captain.