“Don’t do anything of the kind! What good would it do?”
“But he is such a despicable wretch!”
“What’s that to you?”
“Ingleborough!”
“Oh yes, I know what you’re ready to say; but you’ve got something else to do besides playing the virtuous part of denouncing Master Anson as a diamond-dealer. Besides, I don’t believe the Boers would think any the less of him if they believed you.”
“They couldn’t help believing our evidence!” said West.
“Nonsense! It isn’t your business!”
“It’s every honest man’s business!” cried West hotly.
“Not if he is on Government service with a despatch to deliver in Mafeking,” said Ingleborough, with a peculiar look at his companion.
“Hah!” cried West; “you are right again! But—oh!”