"How do we know that there are not a dozen of the enemy in the stable ?" "What! Oh, nonsense! Come along!" The ponies whinnied as they entered, and the black struck a match and lit a wagon lantern, showing that they were ready bridled and their heads tied up to a rail, while examination proved that the saddles were properly girthed ready for a start.
"Here, stop a minute!" said Ingleborough, as the man began to unfasten the reins attached to the ponies' heads.

"Here, I promised you five two-shilling pieces," and he counted them out ready in his hand, making the black's eyes sparkle with delight in the lamplight.
"Stop," said West sharply; "the poor fellow's losing his place, such as it is, by helping us.

I have our expenses money, and I shall give him a sovereign." "Well, he deserves it," said Ingleborough, as West pushed back his companion's hand containing the silver coins with his left, and held out the sovereign, which looked very bright and new in the yellow light shed by the lantern.
A sudden change came over the Kaffir's face at once.

Instead of the grinning white teeth and twinkling eyes his lips were drawn tightly over his teeth, and a scowl contracted his eyes.
"No, no, no," he cried, with child-like petulance, in the Boer-Dutch, sadly mutilated.

"No want one.