He wants to start off home." The Kaffir came up from where he had been patting and caressing the ponies, and stood looking at them as motionless in the ruddy evening light as a great bronze image.
"Olebo go now," he said, turning his shield to show that the remains of his share of the provisions were secured to the handle by a rough net of freshly-plaited grassy rush.

"Olebo see baas, both baas, some day." He accompanied the words with a wistful look at each, and before they could think of what to say in reply he turned himself sharply and ran off at a rapid rate, getting out of sight as quickly as he could by keeping close to the bushes, before striking out into the veldt.
"Humph! I suppose they are treacherous savages, some of them," said Ingleborough thoughtfully; "but there doesn't seem to be much harm in that fellow if he were used well." "I believe he'd make a very faithful servant," said West sadly.

"I'm beginning to be sorry we let him go." "So am I.

We shall feel quite lonely without him.

But the despatch." "Ah, yes, the despatch!" said West, pulling himself together.