He told me it was my duty to stop and help him and auntie.

He might want me to fight for him and her.

If he does, I'll shove in two cartridges--I mean only one bullet; and I don't care if the old rifle kicks till she breaks my collar-bone.

I mean to let the Boers have it for coming and upsetting us.

I never knew how nice dear old home was before.