West nodded.
“Haven’t eaten them, have you?”
“No, they’re sewed up in the belt of my jacket. I did it two nights ago, and I’m living in hopes that they will not search us again.”
“That’s it, is it? Well, I’m glad you did that! There, keep a good heart; something is sure to happen before long!”
“I only hope it may; even evil would be better than this miserable state of inaction. I think till I feel half-mad.”
“Well, we won’t hope for the evil, only for something in the way of change, if it’s only to pay a visit to Pretoria gaol.”
“What!”
“Only so as to get some news to give to old Norton when we get back. It will interest him. I wonder whether he’s keeping his eye on Master Plump-and-Pink. Well, I am blessed!”
“What is the matter? Are they making a move?” cried West excitedly, for Ingleborough had sprung to the end of their wagon prison to stand looking out.
“Someone has!” cried Ingleborough angrily. “Look here! Why, old Norton must have been asleep.”