I thought so--and an hour's ride from your farm lives a Boer
with four fingers only on his right hand.
The last great British war, the Boer
war, was over and forgotten, and the public had lost the fashion of expert military criticism.
Bunster fled away in a cutter to Guvutu, where he signalized himself by beating up a young Englishman already crippled by a Boer
bullet through both hips.
The difference, however, between the character of the Spaniard and that of the Dutch boer
is shown, by the former never asking his guest a single question beyond the strictest rule of politeness, whilst the honest Dutchman demands where he has been, where he is going, what is his business, and even how many brothers sisters, or children he may happen to have.
Even the Bible--the Dutch Bible that Charles had brought back from the Boer
War--fell into position.
A little longer, and the shaggy Boer was in our midst upon his shaggy pony, with a half-scared, half-incredulous look in his deep-set eyes.
But Raffles paid no attention to their fire; he was pointing downward through the bushes to where Corporal Connal stood with his back to us, shooing a last charger out of the mouth of the donga towards the Boer trenches.
And the incredible conclusion of the matter was that we were actually within their lines in another hour; saw them as large as life within a mile and a half on either side of us; and must every man of us have been taken prisoner had not every man but Connal refused to go one inch further, and had not the Boers themselves obviously suspected some subtle ruse as the only conceivable explanation of so madcap a manoeuvre.
There were trenches for us men, but no place of safety for our horses nearer than this long and narrow donga which ran from within our lines towards those of the Boers.
but after all, I was never really in danger, except the time when I carried the despatches for the colonel and rode straight into a Boer
But, "/sutjes, sutjes/," as the Boers
say--I am sure I don't know how they spell it--softly does it.
The news that came from South Africa was less reassuring, and Philip with anxiety saw that his shares had fallen to two; but Macalister was optimistic, the Boers
couldn't hold out much longer, and he was willing to bet a top-hat that Roberts would march into Johannesburg before the middle of April.