Sleep all night." "And if we go what will your baas do to you when he comes and finds the ponies gone ?" said West.
"Bad baas never see me again! Going home to my country to-night." "Ah, that's better!" said Ingleborough.

"Here, take the two rifles, and we'll get out here.

Jack, my lad, you're a trump, and you shall have five two-shilling pieces for this, to buy new blankets." The Kaffir chuckled and clicked with satisfaction as he stood holding the rifles till Ingleborough slipped out, West pausing to cram the bread cakes and biltong into their satchels, after which he too slipped out, and the trio hurried towards the stables.
"How far has your baas to ride to the fighting Boers ?" West asked the Kaffir.
"Long ride," replied the black.

"Many Boers yesterday, many Boers other day, many Boers come in morning with baas." "Then we're all right for a good start," said Ingleborough.

"I say, West, you're always taking me into some trap: hadn't I better lead ?" "You are leading now," replied West.