Follow me, and let's creep to the fort.

Keep down, lad; keep down." West had involuntarily dropped on all-fours as Ingleborough spoke, and none too soon, for another dozen bullets came rattling over them, cutting the twigs and spattering amongst the rocks, while several passed close to them with a buzzing sound.
"There!" cried Ingleborough the next minute.

"No question now about what we're going to do.

Here's our fort; there's plenty of water; and the Boers have shot our provisions ready for us.

We must cut some of the meat up for biltong, and eat as much as we can while the rest of it is fresh." "For heaven's sake don't talk of eating!" cried West.