“Not goodbye? Yes, it is. I’m off to the south at once.”
“No, sir; you’re going north with me. You area suspected person, Mr Anson. I am not altogether satisfied with my search, nor yet with your very ingenious story.”
“Then search again?” cried Anson excitedly.
“Not here, sir. I’ll have a careful look over the wagon when we get back to Kimberley.”
“You don’t mean to say you are going to drag me back to Kimberley?”
“I do, sir, and you ought to be thankful, for you’d never pass through the Boers’ lines further south.”
“But you have thoroughly searched me and my wagon.”
“I have told you that I am not satisfied,” said the officer coldly; “and, even if I were, I should take you back with me all the same.”
“Why? What for?”
“To face this Mr West and his companion if we capture them and bring them back.”