“I thought of that,” said West quickly; “but I dared not, for fear of missing our wagon. So I walked boldly on, and almost ran against a Boer.”
“Tut-tut-tut! Did he stop you?”
“No: he just said: ‘Mind where you are coming!’ and passed on.”
“Well?” said Ingleborough.
“That’s all. I marched along to the wagon here and stood the rifles up before venturing to get in, for I fancied that you were talking in your sleep and would bring the sentry upon us. There, I’ve got the arms, and I don’t want such another job as that.”
“Pooh! Nonsense, lad! The game has only just begun! You ought to feel encouraged, for you have learned and taught me how easy the rest of our job will be! Just a little cool pluck, and we shall succeed!”
“Very well!” said West. “I’m ready! What next?”
“We must lie down and wait till we hear the commando on the stir, and then—”
“Yes,” said West softly; “and then?”
“Let’s wait and see!”