We're ready enough to go on, but the ponies must be properly nursed.

They want more grass and a rest." "The sun is getting hot too," said West, in acknowledgment of his comrade's words of wisdom.
"We'll stop till evening, lad," continued Ingleborough, "and take it in turn to sleep in the shade of those bushes if we can find a soft spot.
We had no rest last night." "I suppose that must be it," replied West, and he joined in a sigh on finding a satisfactory spot beneath a mass of granite from which overhung a quantity of thorn-bush and creeper which formed an impenetrable shade.
The black followed them, noting keenly every movement and trying hard to gather the meaning of the English words.
"Two baas lie down long time, go to sleep," he said at last, in broken Dutch.

"Olebo sit and look, see if Boer come.

See Boer, make baas wake up." "No," said West; "you two lie down and sleep.

I'll take the first watch." Ingleborough made no opposition, and after West had climbed up to a spot beneath a tree from which he could get a good stretch of the veldt in view, the others lay down at once and did not stir a limb till West stepped down to them, when the Kaffir sprang up without awakening Ingleborough.
"Olebo look for Boers now," he said.
West hesitated, and the Kaffir grasped the meaning of his silence.
"Olebo come and tell baas when big old baas go to fetch Boers," he said.
"So you did," cried the young Englishman warmly, "and I'll trust you now.