I say, though, if you hear me turn round in the night and the cartridges begin to pop, just wake me up, or there may be an accident." West again made no reply.
"And we should have Tante Ann waking up, when there would be a greater explosion still.

There, good night!" "Good night." Then silence, save that the cry of some prowling creature far out on the veldt sounded wonderfully like the baying of a dog..