Boer boy take 'em all away.

Boss John no got nothing soon." "You are sure my father said you were to go with me, Joeboy ?" I said after a few minutes' pause.
"Um," he said, nodding his head fiercely.

"Say, `Take care my boy, Joeboy.' Joeboy take care Boss Val." He caught up his shield and sprang to his feet, with the assagais trembling in his big hand, looking as if he could be a terrible adversary in a close conflict, though helpless against modern weapons of war.
This thought made me think of myself and my own position.
"Very well, Joeboy.

I say you shall come with me." He nodded.
"But you'll have to lend me one of your assagais till I can get a rifle." "Boss Val got rifle gun," he said sharply.
"Where?
No; I have only my knife." Joeboy laughed, and ran to the side of the rift, where he began to scratch in the sand, and a few inches down laid bare the muzzle of my rifle, gave it a tug, and it came out with the well-filled bandolier attached.
I caught at it with a cry of eager joy, and began to carefully dust away every particle of sand that clung to it before slipping on the belt, forgetting the aching pains in my wrists and left leg, as something like a glow of confidence ran through me.

Then came back the thought of home, with its smiling fields, orchard, and garden around the house we had raised upon the land won from the wilderness; and the thought that I was to be exiled from it all in consequence of this war; and the injustice of the Boers raised a spirit of anger against them which helped me to pull myself together and frowningly resolve to prove myself a man.
"Action, action," I muttered.