“I shall not be. I’m ready for anything.”
“Good, lad. That’s the way to deal with the Boers. I’ve learnt that: for they certainly are the trickiest fellows going. I say—”
“Hadn’t you better leave off talking now?”
“Only whispering. I was going to say that the major’s here with us, and has put Edwards in command of both companies.”
“But Roby’s with him?”
“Yes; but Edwards is boss. I shouldn’t have felt comfortable with our convalescent at the head of affairs.”
“You need not have minded. Roby’s as brave as he is high.”
“May be; but he has that bee in his bonnet still. I half believe that old Emden’s wrong after all.”
“In what way?”
“He said the bullet just ploughed through Roby’s scalp and pressed down a bit of bone. I believe he has the bullet in his head.”