_B._ "Do you know your Shakespeare?" _S. O._ "No, sir. I was a militiaman; but I'm becoming educated in the matter of South African carts, and I have found that even with fair usage and good drifts paint will sometimes come off." _B._ "Quite so; you have made my point, in spite of your modesty with regard to your upbringing. What is the full limit at which you may requisition a spring cart?" _S. O._ "Forty pounds, sir." _B._ "What would you think is the value of this one?" _S. O._ "Thirty-nine pounds ten shillings, sir!" _B._ "I think that you are right to within a few pence. Make out a receipt for it, and then come and have breakfast. Here, Mr Intelligence, tell my servant to put the ponies into this cart. Now I call that a suitable conveyance for a general officer. I have never had a decent cart since I've commanded a column. In fact, I have almost been ashamed to sign myself as O.C. of a brigade, when my sole possession has been a broken-down Cape cart with only one spring. Self-respect is half the battle in the success of life. With a cart like that I shall be able to insult with a light heart every column commander with whom I am told to co-operate. Look here, Mr Intelligence; I am going to be a real live brigadier in future. Just you get me the regalia in Britstown--a pink flag and red lantern. I don't see why--but what do you want----?" A howl had set up in chorus from the family on the verandah of the farm, and old Oom Jan came sidling up to the brigadier hat in hand. _Oom Jan._ "But the commandant won't take my cart?" _Brigadier._ "Dear me! no--no commandant will take your cart." _O. J._ "But see, they are putting the horses in!" _B._ "You will get a receipt." _O. J._ "For how much?" _B._ "Forty pounds." _O. J._ "No, no. Only last year I gave L120 for it." _B._ "I would gladly give L120; but I am not allowed. Besides, you are getting full value, and I will leave you my old cart." How much longer the altercation might have lasted would have depended on the duration of the general's good-humour, had not another issue of more moment prejudiced Oom Jan's case. A dragoon had cantered up from the rear-guard, with the two little square inches of paper torn from a notebook which mean so much in war. "A party of about six mounted men are hanging on my rear. If they approach any closer I shall fire upon them. They seem very persistent, and do not mind exposing themselves." As the brigadier handed the note to the chief of the staff, the threatened firing broke out in the rear. Breakfast was declared ready at the same moment. The brigadier listened. Two more shots were fired, and then silence. "That," said the brigadier, "is a very one-sided battle. It can wait until we have had our food. I am not going to allow six men to play 'Old Harry' with my digestion." As the meal progressed, in came another fleet orderly.