“He’s beginning early.”
“Do you think he meant to shove that tree down on me?”
“Of course he did. When that failed he remembered the spring-gun.”
“Do you think that was a put up thing too?”
“I should rather say so. Look here, Wyvern. I saw him step over the string. He knew it was there.”
“The deuce you did.”
“Well I did. I’ve got a rum sort of instinct, Wyvern, and it has saved more than one man’s life before to-day.”
“And it has saved one man’s life twice to-day, old chap,” answered Wyvern gravely.
“That’s nothing as between you and me,” rejoined the other. “When I remember that day on the Hlobane—”
“Oh damn the Hlobane,” cut in Wyvern. “Now do you think this unhung scoundrel has any inkling of our errand?”