Let me tie this round." "Let it bleed!" cried Ingleborough angrily, and picking up his soft felt hat, which had fallen in the dust, he stuck it on tightly.

"That's bandaged!" he said.

"Now then, be off before it's too late." "Of course; that's just what you would have done!" said West quietly.
"Never mind what I would have done," cried Ingleborough angrily.

"Ride for your life!" "Do you take me for a Dutchman ?" said West coolly.
"Oh, you fool--you fool!" cried Ingleborough, stamping his foot angrily.
"You'll be too late! No, they're dismounting.

Now then, up with you and make a dash." West gave a glance to right and left, to see that some twenty of the enemy had leaped from their horses and were advancing, while twice as many more, who covered them with their rifles, came slowly on, shouting to him the Dutch for "Hands up!" The position was perilous, though the chances were even still about being taken or riding clear if he went at full gallop; but West did not stir.
"No, thankye, old fellow," he said.