As he rode slowly onward, he was surprised to see
how low the sun had dropped. The fighting must have lasted longer
than he had thought. It had been hot and heavy; but at least he had
not funked it. For so much he could be thankful. In so far as he
could recall any of his emotions as he had dashed into range of the
pitiless firing, they had been summed up in a dull rage against the
enemy, mingled with a vague hope that no harm should come to the
plucky little mount. Just one instant's pause he could remember.
That was when he had put forth all his strength to check her pace
until he could readjust a strap that was plainly galling her. And
afterwards? Not even the thoroughbred Nig could have played her part
in the fight with more steady gallantry. Stooping, he eased the bit
and patted the firm gray neck where the mane swept upward for its
arching fall.
"Boss?"
He straightened in his saddle.
"Kruger Bobs! By all special providences, where did you come from?"
"Naauwpoort. Kruger Bobs come bring Nig to Boss."
"Kruger Bobs, you're a genius."
Kruger Bobs vanished behind his smile.
"Ya, Boss," he replied then. "Boss all right?"
"Yes, all right.
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