[Moria-CVS] lash, flash_, three more shots were

[Okafor S. <bro...@me...>]

S! There must be fish here. I should like to

throw in that pool and forget all about despatch-bearing and guns and
rifles and men using lances. It would be a treat!" "It looks deep and
black too in there,"
said West. "Yes, a good day's fishing in such a peaceful--Ugh! Come
away. Let's get back to the camp." "Why?

What's the matter?" cried Ingleborough, starting up, in the full
expectation of seeing a party of the enemy making their way down the
farther bank to get a shot at them. But West

was only pointing with averted head down at the deep
black pool, and Ingleborough's
face contracted as his eyes took in all that had excited West's horror
and disgust. For there, slowly sailing round and round just beneath
the surface,
were the white faces

of some half-dozen Boers, wounded to the death or drowned in their
efforts to escape the British cavalry,
and washed down from higher up by the swift
stream, to go on gliding round and round the pool till
a sudden rising of the
waters from some storm should give the stream sufficient power to
sweep them out.
CHAPTER THIRTY
THREE. THAT BASE COIN. "Let's see; this will take
us round by the hospital wagons," said Ingleborough.
"I vote we go round the other way, for we don't want any more horrors
now!" They chose a different direction to return to their temporary
quarters in the camp, one which took them round
by the row upon row of captured wagons and the roughly-made enclosure
into which

the prisoners