No Englishman has a saddle-cloth like that.

This pass is not sufficient," he went on in a cold tone; "it should have been countersigned by the local commandant.

I must arrest you." Jess began to make further excuses, but he merely repeated, "I must arrest you," and gave some orders to the men with him.
"We are caught again," she said to John; "and there is nothing for it but to go." "I sha'n't mind so much if only they will give us some food," replied John philosophically.

"I am half starved." "And I am half dead," said Jess with a little laugh.

"I wish they would shoot us and have done with it." "Come, cheer up, Jess," he answered; "perhaps the luck is going to change." She shook her head with the air of one who expects the worst, and then some gay young spirits among the Boers came up and made things pleasant by an exhibition of their polished wit, which they chiefly exercised at the expense of poor Jess, whose appearance, as may well be imagined, was exceedingly wretched and forlorn; so much so that it would have moved the pity of most people.