know where his pickets are.
At dusk he harries the Abazai—at dawn he is
into Bonair,
But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place
to fare,
So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird
can fly,
By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere
he win to the Tongue of Jagai.
But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right