“I dunno,” he said, peering through the glass.
“Corn for the horses; provisions for the Boers’ camp.”
“Of course! Oh dear, if we could only get one of them across here!”
“Well, could it be done?” I said.
Denham shook his head.
“It could only be done in the dark. You mean stampede the bullocks; but they’d be outspanned at night, and we could never get them inspanned and away without being beaten off.—Can’t see it, Solomon the Wise.”
“It does seem difficult,” I assented.
“Yes; and, suppose we had got a team hitched on all right, see how they move: two miles an hour generally. But it does look tempting.”
“But we might get a team of oxen away without a wagon by making a bold dash.”
“Might,” replied Denham; “but bullocks are miserably obstinate brutes to drive. It would mean a good supply of beef, though—wouldn’t it?”