The train, after a brief halt at Frere to communicate with the police post, pushed on to Chieveley station.
She grew red, and Mrs. Frere, feeling that it was not very kind to cross-question a guest, finished her sentence for her.
"He won't do much harm," returned Frere, looking down at the notorious ruffian with curiosity.
The advance was only to Frere, some ten miles nearer the Tugela.
Frere, following, saw that a fire had been made between two stones, and that the kettle was partly sunk in the ground near it.
