"Why, we might capture some of their ammunition too," he added.
"Yes, sir.

They've got pack-mules with their small-arms ammunition; and with a bit of scheming and a night surprise it might be done," said the Sergeant.

"And there's another thing I had my eyes on to-day." "What's that, Briggs ?" said the Major.
"A train of bullocks, sir; and if one of you gentlemen can shoot the train with a field-glass just before sunset to-morrow night, if we're here, and give me half-a-dozen men and that black chap as come along with young Mr Moray, I shouldn't wonder if we had grilled steak for supper just by way of a change." "Why, Sergeant," cried the Major, "if you're not our adjutant before this war's over it shan't be my fault." "Thank ye, sir," said Briggs stolidly; "but I should like to get the beef for the boys and a load of mealies for the horses before we talk about that.

And now, if you wouldn't mind, I'll have a couple of hours' sleep." I felt for a few minutes so much brightened up that I was ready to go off too; but the thoughts of poor Denham lying out dead or wounded somewhere on the veldt kept me awake, and I was in greater pain than ever from the blow I had received.

And there I lay in my misery till about midnight, when there was an alarm from the sentries of horsemen approaching, and I sprang to my feet..