I jogged my beast with the spur, and in three
seconds was undercover of the fir-wood. It has gone to the fulfilling of the law. I
did my best for the boy, and before we reached the coast theworst had
passed.
I could see the hobbled mules,but I could see
nothing of any of our outfit. I jogged my beast with the spur, and in three seconds
was undercover of the fir-wood. All the same I felt very little like
laughing.
The top of that glen was splendid going, and I
volunteered to roundup the west hirsel. Drink, lunacy and practical joking were
barred asexplanations. There were more nurses in the hall and a porter with a jaw
like aprize-fighter.
The top of that glen was splendid going, and I
volunteered to roundup the west hirsel.
The visibility was none too good, so I could not
make out thefurther prospect.
I dipped my hand in it and it was as cold as ice.
It was with a good deal of trepidation that I entered that uncannyenceinte. But
there,just ahead of me, was the big wood, so I decided I must be rightafter
all.
No, theydidnt follow, but in half an hour all our
outfit had cut theirstick .
There were more nurses in the hall and a porter
with a jaw like aprize-fighter.
Curiously enough I wasrather relieved when it came.
It is permitted, he said, foryou have a clean heart. Silly ass that Iwas, I was
still on the tack of dodging Archie. A second later I heard the noise of a
horseoutside and hands trying the gate.
I didnt like the story, but it was no use being
angry with a ladwho looked like a sick dog. So with an easy conscience I arranged
for the retrievingof my outfit and returned to the Rand.
The top of that glen was splendid going, and I
volunteered to roundup the west hirsel. But it was clear that Smit had been killed
by Andrewssporting .
We spent a giddy five days before I planted Andrew
in hospital atLourenço Marques. I had guessed this from the map, and the people
atGledfoot had confirmed it.