Joe shaded his eyes and looked right across the barren veldt, where the glare of the sun produced a hazy, shimmering effect.
“There he is!”
“Don’t see anything.”
“Yes, you can. Your eyes are sharper than mine. There, just to the left of that rock.”
“What!—that one like a young kopje?”
“Yes, just to the left.”
“What!—that speck? Oh! that can’t be it.”
“Yes, it is; and if you had the glass, you could tell directly.”
“But it’s so far, and oh dear, how hot it is!”
“It will be cooler riding.”