I saw Mr Raydon bite his lips to repress a smile.
“I had forgotten your burnt feet. Do they feel very bad?”
“Oh, pretty tidy, sir, but I don’t mind. I should like to have a pop at one of them as held me to that fire.”
“Naturally,” said Mr Raydon.
“But I’m afraid I can’t do much marching.”
“You will be posted in one of the block-houses.”
“That’ll do,” cried Esau. “Come along, Mayne Gordon.”
“You have never used a rifle.”
“Why, Mr Gunson there showed us all about it. Don’t you be afraid; I’ll try.”
“Oh, Esau!” cried Mrs Dean.