“‘I see ’em,’ he says; ‘look at ’em streaming in! What a lark! Cut a hole with your knife,’ he says, ‘’an I’ll carry some honey back in this bugle,’ and he laughed.
“‘Well,’ says I, ‘who’s been tellin’ lies?’
“He laughed again.
“‘I takes it back, Abe,’ he says. ‘Oh my eye! Jes’ look!’
“I seed then we’d clomb high up on the left side of the pass, and from the clearin’ there was a sight of the hanging woods over against us, of the narrow path below, and the soldiers away down to the left.
“‘Now you’ve seed the bee-tree,’ I says, ‘we mus’ go back.’
“‘Jes’ a little honey, Abe,’ he says; ‘jes’ a little to take back, else that Jimmy’ll never b’lieve I been up here.’
“I were looking across at the dark wood, and I said to him quietly, ‘Get behind the tree,’ for I’d seed a Kaffir stretched out on a grey rock that stood outer the bush.
“‘What’s the row?’ he says, looking a little scared. Maybe ’cos I looked the same.
“‘Take off that coat,’ I sed; for the red showed up plain.