“Always. Don’t you know that the votary of the fly when, after long abstinence, he runs against another votary of the fly, takes a fresh lease of life. Now, Father O’Driscoll and myself are both such votaries, the only two here. Wherefore, when we get together, we enthuse upon the subject like anything.”
“It’s refreshing to learn that you can enthuse upon any subject,” Mona rejoined.
“Oh, I can. Wait till we get up yonder among the rhybok.”
“This way,” cut in Suffield, striking into a by-track. “We must call in at Stoffel Van Wyk’s. That long berg at the back of his place is first-rate for rhybok.”
“Most we?” expostulated Mona. “But we shall have to drink bad coffee.”
“Well, the berry as there distilled is not first-rate.”
“And try and make conversation with the vrouw?”
“That too.”
“Well, don’t let’s go.”
“Mona, are you in command of this expedition, or am I? The course I prescribe is essential to its success. Hallo! Jump off, Musgrave! There’s a shot!”