“Hurrah! we are saved!” he cried joyously.
“Not yet, my son; but jump up without delay, and we’ll do our best,” answered one of the riders, as they reined up beside the escaped prisoners.
“Halloa! you’ve got a tribe with you, I see,” said the leader, as Ned and his chums sprang into the empty saddles.
“Yes; what about them?”
“They must run for it and take their chance; we have no more horses here.”
“Never mind us, Baas. We know where to hide. You get along. The Boers will follow you.”
“Good-bye, brothers,” shouted Ned.
“Good-bye, Baas! I’ll see you again by-and-by, never fear,” cried Cocoeni in his full, deep tones.
Next instant the troop were riding at full speed, while the Kaffirs had disappeared as if the earth had swallowed them.