“No,” he said quickly; “it’s a job for two. I’d go with you.”
“But I should take Joeboy.”
“Then it’s a job for three, Val; we can take our time, and the slower we go perhaps the better. If we get stopped by the Boers, we’re wounded and getting away from the fighting.”
“Yes, that might do. We do look bad.”
“Horribly bad, Val. You look a miserable wreck of a fellow.”
“And you, I won’t say what,” I retorted, a little irritably.
“So much the better. When shall we go—to-night?”
“No. Let’s have a good sleep to-night, and talk to Joeboy about it in the morning. To-morrow night as soon as it’s dark we’ll be off,” I said.
“The Colonel won’t let us go if we volunteer.”
“Of course not. Let’s go without leave; but that will look like deserting.”