They make him stand out so clear to a shooter.

Ah! he's down." Just then Joeboy was seen to drop forward right out of sight.
"No," I said; "that was one of his jumps;" and I spoke confidently, for I had often seen him make goat-like leaps when we had been out shooting among the hills.
"You're wrong," said my companion confidently.

"Poor fellow! let's get level with the place where he tumbled.

I'm sure that was a fall." "Wait a few minutes," I said, "and you'll see him perhaps a hundred yards farther on." I proved to be quite right, for we soon saw Joeboy climbing steadily on just as I had said, and he kept on getting higher and higher till we were up to the spot where I had passed so unpleasant a night.
"My word, you did have a bad time of it! Why, if you had gone over there it would have killed this beautiful little horse of yours." "Then I shouldn't have found the Light Horse," I said quietly; but I couldn't help feeling a bit of a shiver as I gazed at the depth below where we had stopped.
After that, as we rode on, keeping a good lookout, I began to ask a few questions about the war which had so suddenly broken out and come like a surprise upon us at our quiet and retired home.
"Oh," said my companion, "it is only what many people expected.

The Boers have never been satisfied about being under England.