Noticing that the black was using his hands like a binocular glass, and looking back, I asked anxiously, “What is it?”
“Um? See Doppie coming now?”
I looked, but could make out nothing; yet I was satisfied it was so. I now gazed eagerly in the direction of our goal, for Joeboy had first turned his eyes there.
“Can you see help coming, Joeboy?” I asked anxiously.
“Um? No,” he replied.
“Then it’s all over,” I said in despair.
“Um? Yes, here um come.”
“Ah!” I cried, remembering now the signal agreed upon. “Is it the Lieutenant—Mr Denham?”
“Joeboy can’t see so far as that,” replied the black. “Only see horses coming fas’. Coming to fetch wagons and plenty mealies and flour. Boys all say ‘Hurrah!’ and make all horses laugh.”
“But do you think they will get here first?”