"But there never was such an unlucky beggar as I am.

What did he want to come upon us just at that moment for?
Oh dear! oh dear! and I got to face him to-morrow morning! I say, can't we do something to put it off--something to make him forget it ?" "Impossible," I said.
"Oh, I don't know; try and think of a good dodge--a sortie, or doing something to make the Boers come on to-night.

If we had a jolly good light he'd forget all about it, and I shouldn't hear any more about the miserable business.

Here, what can we do to make the Boers come on?
I might get killed in the set-to, and then I should escape this awful wigging." "Who ought to go and see the doctor now ?" I said.

"Who's going mad ?" "I am, I believe, old fellow; and enough to make me.