"No ponies make marks." "That's enough," said Ingleborough.

"Come along." Without hesitation now they put their mounts to a canter, rode up to the pleasant refreshing-looking place, and after leaving the ponies with the Kaffir and climbing to one of the highest points, took a good look round.

This proved that there was not a mounted man in sight, and they descended to select a spot where there was plenty of herbage and water for their steeds, when they sat down and began to breakfast.
"Nothing like a fine appetite," said West, after they had been eating for some little time; "but this biltong is rather like eating a leg of mahogany dining-table into which a good deal of salt gravy and furniture oil has been allowed to soak." "Yes, it is rather wooden," said Ingleborough coolly.

"Must wear out a man's teeth a good deal." "Eland," said the Kaffir, tapping his stick of the dried meat on seeing his companions examining and smelling the food.

"Old baas shoot eland, Olebo cut him up and dry him in the sun.