CHAPTER TWENTY.
HOW TO ESCAPE.
"What's wrong ?" said Ingleborough, in a whisper.
"Look out at the bottom of the wagon," was West's reply.
Ingleborough rose to his knees, and at a glance grasped the meaning of his companion's troubled look.
"Going to adopt our little Basutos for their own use, eh ?" he said coolly.

"Well, I wonder they haven't done it before! Bah! There are plenty more horses about! What worries me is how I'm to get a couple of rifles and the ammunition.

I was rather too cock-a-hoop about that when I talked to you, for these beloved Dutch cuddle up their pieces as if they loved them with all their hearts." West smiled.
"Oh, don't do that because I said cuddled." "I smiled because I see the way to get a couple of rifles as soon as it's dark," said West, and he told what he had noted.
"Then there's no reason for you to look glum.

I'll get a couple of horses somehow if you'll get the guns.

Here, I'd whistle or sing if I were not afraid of taking the sentry's attention.