1/10 CHAPTER TEN. I only hope that before they've gone far the Boers will challenge them. Then _crack, cracky crack_, go the rifles till the saddles are emptied and two gallant defenders of Kimberley and brave despatch-riders lie kicking in the dust. I should like to be there with my flute. I'd stand and look on till they'd given their last kick and stretched themselves out straight, and then I'd play the `Dead March' in `Saul' all over 'em both. |