“But your wound?” I said. “Is it bad?”
“Um? Only little hole. Soon grow up again.”
“Now tell me, how are all the people at home—my father, my aunt, and Bob?”
Joeboy shook his head.
“What do you mean?” I said. “Haven’t you seen them?”
“Um? No; all gone right away. Doppies been and burnt all up. All gone.”
“What’s that?” said Denham, who had been awakened by our talking—“the Boers have been and burnt up that jolly old farm?”
“Um? Yes, Boss. All gone.”
“The brutes!”