“Over tired and excited, I suppose. All this is so strange too.”
“What have you been thinking about?”
“At first I could only think of the despatch and wonder whether we should get it to Mafeking. Then I began thinking of that black out in the stable and what he said.”
“About his master wanting his pony saddled?” whispered Ingleborough.
“Yes. What did he want his pony saddled for at that time of night?”
“How strange!” said Ingleborough. “That’s what kept on bothering me!”
“Ingle.”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that fellow meant treachery?”
“I don’t know; but I’d believe in any treacherous act on the part of a Boer.”