“That will do, then,” said the colonel. “No; stop. You are no longer our enemies, and we have treated you well; henceforth act as friends. Go back to your farms, and collect and bring here corn, oxen, and sheep, as much as you like, and I will buy it of you at a good price.”
The Boer brightened up at this.
“In money?” he said. “Not in paper orders?”
“In hard cash, my suspicious friend,” said the colonel, with a look of contempt; “but it’s time you had learnt that our government paper is as good as Transvaal gold.”
“We will be paid in gold,” said the Boer, with a peculiar smile.
“That will do, then,” said the colonel. “Now you can go, and the sooner you set to work to teach your fellow-countrymen to respect the British Government the better for you all. Now, off at once.”
The Boer rejoined his companions, talked with them for a few minutes, and returned.
“Back again?” said the colonel. “Well, what is it?”
“We are waiting to go,” said the Boer coolly.
“Very well; the way is open,” said the colonel. “Off with you, and think you are lucky that we do not keep you as prisoners.”