I know: I can see how it is.

You've both been bled, and that's let some of the bounce out of you." He stopped for a moment for those he insulted to reply, but as they both sat looking at him in cool contempt he went on jeeringly: "The Boers know what they're about, I see.

When a horse has the megrims they bleed him in the ear, and judging that the same plan would do for a donkey they've bled cocky West there, and bull-headed Ingleborough on the skull." West's face grew of a deeper red, and he drew in a long deep breath, for those of the Boers who understood English burst into a hearty laugh at this sally of the renegade's.
"Well, I'm glad of it!" continued Anson, taking the Boers' laughter as so much approval.

"It was all you wanted, Bully West, and I daresay, now that you've come to your senses, you'll make a decent Boer.

There, I'll give you a recommendation for a clerkship, for you do really write a decent hand." "Say thanks," growled Ingleborough, with a sneer which told of his contempt; "he will no doubt have plenty of interest.