Mind the ponies don't stray away." The black showed his beautiful, white teeth in a happy satisfied laugh.
"Too much grass, too much nice water," he said.

"Basuto pony don't go away from baas only to find grass." "You're right!" said West.

"Wait till the sun is there!" he continued, pointing to where it would be about two hours after mid-day, "and then wake the other baas." The Kaffir nodded, and West lay down to rest, as he put it to himself, for he was convinced that he would be unable to sleep; but he had not lain back five minutes, gazing at the sunlit rivulet and the ponies grazing, before his lids closed and all was nothingness till he was roused by a touch from Ingleborough.
The sun was just dipping like a huge orange ball in the vermilion and golden west.
"Had a good nap, old fellow ?" "Oh, it's wonderful!" said the young man, springing up.

"I don't seem to have been asleep five minutes." "I suppose not.

Well, all's right, and Blackjack is waiting to say good-bye.