"All safe that way, Baas. Now for the other side." They saw his dark figure glide along the whitewashed wall till he reached the end, then he disappeared round the corner. He was longer gone this time, and when he returned, he was carrying a heavy load. As he reached them, he laid his burden gently down and stretched himself up. "One Boer done for, Baas. Just caught him in time and brought him along," he whispered. "You put on him clothes and take him gun, and it will be safe." "Is he dead?" asked Ned, horror-struck. "Yes, Baas. Me make no mistake with pickaxe. Other fellow court him gal on the other side. Quick put on him coat and hat, and go over to the box. You see other fellow from there. If he still wait, hold up hand." Ned, repugnant as the task was, felt the wisdom of acting upon the suggestion of Cocoeni. Swiftly he drew off the coat and hat from the dead Boer and put them on; then, bracing on his bandolier and revolver-belt, he took up the rifle and boldly crossed the line of light to the sentry-box. There were no windows to this end of the building, while from where he stood he could see the front gate, outside of which stood the figure of a stout-built woman pressing against the rails, while inside was the other sentry, with his face to her and his back to his duty. They were having their upsitting, or rather upstanding, in the moonlight, and seemingly totally oblivious to any one or anything else. It was gruesome to think of that bleeding corpse within the shadow, and those ponderous lovers looking at each other with speechless and moonstruck admiration. Ned shuddered to think of it, and now he was wearing the blood-soaked hat at the same time. However, there was no time to moralise. That Boer lover was likely to stand there until daybreak without budging, but some one else might come. He put up his hand, and at the signal the seventeen figures left their shelter and glided across like spectres. Ned could watch them and the pair at the gate. He was also able to make out that ghastly figure which they had left behind. Cocoeni bent his back and put his head against the wall, while one by one they clambered over him and dropped out of sight. "Now, Baas, your turn," said the Kaffir, softly. Ned laid down his rifle and walked over to Cocoeni. "How are you going to get up?" he asked. "Easy. You go first, I come after." In a moment Ned was on the wall. "Come on, Cocoeni." "Wait a bit, Baas." Cocoeni ran over to the sentry-box and snatched up the rifle, then he returned. "Catch, Baas, and get down other side. I be with you presently." Ned saw him run back a few yards and then take a flying leap. Next instant the Kaffir was beside him on the ground, and they were free.