"We should walk right across to the Boer lines, getting off as soon as it was dark." "Why not go in disguise as a minstrel ?" said Denham banteringly--"like King Alfred did when he went to see about the Danes?
Have you got a harp, old chap ?" "No," I said coolly.
"Well, it doesn't matter, because I don't believe you could play it.
But a banjo would be better for the Doppies, or--I have it--an accordion! Haven't one in your pocket, I suppose ?" "Why can't you be serious ?" I said.
"I am, old fellow.

Banjo, concertina, or accordion, either would do; and if you could sing them one or two of their popular Dutch songs it would be the very thing." "Don't banter," I said dryly.
"Then don't you propose impossibilities.

There, they are cooking supper again, so let's get down and see about a bit of--ahem! you know.
Whatever it is, we must eat.

I almost wish I were a horse, though, and could go out on the veldt and browse on the herbage.

Here, I say, I've got a far better Utopian scheme than yours." "What is it ?" I replied quietly, for I felt that he was going to chaff me.
"Well," he said, "it's this.