The two policemen were very cheery young chaps. They spoke with strong Afrikaans accents which Rob can mimic, but which I can't reproduce at all, so I'm not going to try, and they seemed very glad to see us. It must have been lonely for them, up there on that bleak hillside. So we gave them some chocolate, and they offered us cigarettes, but of course none of us smoked, and we were just chatting about this and that, about how long they stayed up there at a stretch and if it was cold at nights, when Dizzy said, "Four Basutos on horseback passed us a little while ago, did you notice them? Do you know anything about them?" I'll say this for Dizzy, she's a sticker.
From NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER ALL, Chapter 12, Mealie-Meal.