“I don’t believe it,” said Lennox firmly. “I wouldn’t trust the Boers a bit.”
“Well, don’t believe it, then; but let’s go and see what they’ve brought, all the same.”
“Yes, certainly; but let’s put the colonel on his guard.”
“What! Go and tell him what you think?”
“Certainly.”
“Thanks, no, dear boy. I have only one nose, and I want it.”
“What do you mean?” said Lennox sharply.
“Don’t want it snapped off, as they say. The idea of the cheek—going and teaching our military grandmother—father, I mean, how to suck eggs!”
“You never will believe till the thing’s rammed down your throat,” said Lennox angrily. “Well, come along as we have no orders.”
And without further discussion the two young men buckled on their belts and followed Captain Roby, who, while the colonel’s other instructions were being carried out, marched his men down to where some of the Boer party, well-guarded by the outposts, could be dimly seen squatted about or seated on the fronts of two well-loaded wagons, whose teams were tying down contentedly chewing the cud. Four more Boers kept the sheep and oxen in the rear of the wagons from straying away in search of a place to graze, for there was a tempting odour of fresh green herbage saluting their nostrils, along with the pleasant moisture rising from the trickling water hurrying away towards the gully where it found its way into the river.