"Come, put your right arm round my neck and hop on your left leg as you never hopped before." Then we started, and really our transit was quite lively, for all those Basutos began what for them was rapid firing.

I think, however, that their best shots must have fallen, for not a bullet touched us, although before we got out of their range one or two went very near.
"There," said Anscombe, as a last amazing hop brought him to the wagon rail, "there, you see how wise it is give Providence a chance sometimes." "In the shape of a lucky penny," I grumbled as I hoisted him up.
"Certainly, for why should not Providence inhabit a penny as much as it does any other mundane thing?
Oh, my dear Quatermain, have you never been taught to look to the pence and let the rest take care of itself ?" "Stop talking rubbish and look to your foot, for the wagon is starting," I replied.
Then off we went at a good round trot, for never have I seen oxen more scientifically driven than they were by Footsack and his friends on this occasion, or a greater pace got out of them.

As soon as we reached a fairly level piece of ground I made Anscombe lie down on the cartel of the wagon and examined his wound as well as circumstances would allow.

I found that the bullet or whatever the missile may have been, had gone through his right instep just beneath the big sinew, but so far as I could judge without injuring any bone.

There was nothing to be done except rub in some carbolic ointment, which fortunately he had in his medicine chest, and bind up the wound as best I could with a clean handkerchief, after which I tied a towel, that was _not_ clean, over the whole foot.
By this time evening was coming on, so we ate of such as we had with us, which we needed badly enough, without stopping the wagon.