Where is the castor-oil, Bessie?
There is nothing like castor-oil for these patent axles.

You ought to be off in an hour.

You had better sleep at Luck's to-night; you might get farther, but Luck's is a good place to stop, and they will look after you well there, and you an be off by three in the morning, reaching Heidelberg by ten o'clock to-morrow night, and Pretoria by the next afternoon," and he bustled away to make the necessary preparations.
"Oh, John," said Bessie, beginning to cry, "I don't like your going at all among all those wild Boers.

You are an English officer, and if they find you out they will shoot you.

You don't know what brutes some of them are when they think it safe to be so.