And they stuck to each other for many weary months, year in and out. But when tho news came that a certain evil-disposed man in the Transvaal, desiring war, had de clared a death-struggle against England, it looked very much as if Redrow and Old Sims would be parted. Redrow's had been a

11d_. ar.d it was not easy to see wlist place a bus horse would find'therein. Ben went "to the stables with much sugar concealed about his person, and kissed Old Sims many times upon the nose. It was a pleasing nose—very soft and velvety. "War it is," said Redraw to the horse, "but don't you fret, Simmy. I've got to go, but so'll you, and if the fuck don't, keep us together, I'll eat mv hat."

It was true, part of it. There came an order from higu places that many 'bus liorses should proceed to South Africa, where work awaited them in abundance on tiis lines of communication and among the transports and convoys. Old Sims migut even puli a gun. Redraw answered the call promptly, and joined his regiment, the Duck-Ilunters,_ and was overpowered by emotion and 'beer during the first night- He spent most of his ensuing leave in visits to Old Sims, to whom he imparted much good advice.
