“Yis, sor.”
“Then wade across, man. It isn’t deep.”
“Sure, sor, and I daren’t.”
“Dare not!” cried Jack. “Why we did.”
“Yis, sor; but a great baste of a thing laid howlt o’ me, and I had to go back.”
“Are there any crocodiles here?” said Mr Rogers, to the Zulu.
“No, boss; no crocodile. All in Limpopo river.”
“I thought so. Here, Dinny.”
“Yis, sor.”
“Come across directly, man! There’s nothing to be afraid of!”