“Hullo! Do you know anything about it?” cried Mark.
“My ponies—two nights—uneasy,” said the man, very slowly.
“And you got up in the night to see if there were any beasts about?” cried Mark excitedly. “Oh, do go on! Make haste.”
“Yes,” continued Dunn, more deliberately than ever. “Coming back—dark—fancied I saw something crawling.—Jumped aside.—Like baboon.”
“That was it, Brown, safe. Dan and I saw one too. Now, what’s to be done?”
“Shoot,” said the man laconically.
“Oh, we don’t want to kill them.”
“Small shot,” said Brown softly.
“Pepper,” said Dean.
Brown nodded.