"Team in-spanned ?" "Yaas, baas: big long time ago.

Not tink baas come." "But I said I would," replied Anson.

"Got the water-barrel slung underneath ?" The man grunted, Anson gave an order or two in a low tone, and in response to a shout a dimly-seen team of great bullocks roughly harnessed to the dissel boom and trek tow of a long covered-in wagon began to trudge slowly along over the rough track which led to the main road leading south.

A second man led the way, while the Kaffir with the light swung himself up onto the great box in front of the wagon and drew out an unusually long whip, after hanging his horn lantern to a hook in the middle of the arched tilt over his head.
"Baas come alon' heah ?" said the man.
"No, go on, and I'll walk behind for a bit," said Anson, in a low tone of voice.

"Go on quietly, and keep off the track.