`Tell your men that they were very smart.'" "I'm glad of that," I said.
"Same here, dear boy.

It's his way, bless him! He likes a red rag to go at, the old John Bull that he is; but if another begins to flutter somewhere else, he forgets number one and goes in for number two." "Yes, I've noticed that," I said.

"But it's a great pity that fellow got away.

I believe he has been shamming a bit lately." "No doubt about it.

The nuisance of it is, that the brute will go and put the Boers up to everything as to our strength, supplies, ammunition, and goodness knows what else.