Part 10 (1/2)

Vanbloem's Hottentots told me they had lost cattle lately, but could not account for it. This vagabond has been at the bottom of it, depend upon it.”

And May contemplated the sleeper as he would a mischievous animal; shaking his fist and making hideous grimaces over him.

”He will be up and at you, you little fool,” whispered Frankfort, surprised at the death-like repose of the Kafir, who scarcely seemed to breathe.

”He can't rise, master,” replied May, with a low laugh; ”first of all, he's drunk, for I left some brandy in the bottle I pretended to throw away; and next, see the snake-bite in his leg: 'No need to tie him up,'

said I, when I saw that. Ah, the schelm! here's the top joint of his finger chopped off--he belongs to some of old Mawani's people. Mawani wouldn't let the Gaika Nazelu marry his daughter, so Nazelu attacked his kraal ten years ago, and marked all the boys this way, after killing the men, or cutting off their ears and hands.”

Frankfort and Ormsby shuddered as they discovered the snake-bite in the bend of Zoonah a knee, who, all unconscious and stupified, still slept on, in spite of May's chattering and caperings round him.

Ormsby drew back with a start as the bushman lifted the reptile, which he had discovered, with its back broken, but with some remains of life, for it reared itself up, and fixed its filmy eyes on the young officer's face; but Frankfort stepped briskly forward, and crushed its head.

Instinct roused the Kafir from his heavy slumber as May waved his a.s.segai over him; but stupified, and sensible only of intense pain, he sunk back with a sullen air, keeping, however, a steady gaze on May.

_This page only partly readable; about an inch down the right, missing_.

”Poor wretch!” said Frankfort, ”he must not, if we can help him. I have the cure of snake-bites; May, fetch the medicine-chest in my wagon.”

May took the proffered key, from which a shrill whistle ere he went in search of which, however, he put less faith tha Fitje's _coctions_ of herbs, which she had prepare as soon as she, good-hearted little that the young Kafir had been wounded tile. Plenty of healing roots and herb the spot--for G.o.d often plants the ai snakes most abound--and very soon t and his wife were at their task of huma ing Zoonah's wound; May, while i bestowing on his patient a variety of ep Hottentot, Dutch, English, and Kafir la.

The savage understood the reality though it was not in his nature to trac or respond to its sympathies by grat.i.tude gloom was on his countenance at having thus, like a wild beast, in the hunters submitted to the surgery; and, the t dressed, raised himself against the tru and stared from one to the other of the him.

”May,” said Ormsby, who held a hand, ”what has made the rascal follow him.”

Zoonah, who understood English, knew, cast his eyes upon the turf, and bushman's translation of the question.

After duly considering the answer h and accepting the cigar, he answered in language--

”Zoonah is the white man's dog, they journey in the same path.”

To which a.s.sertion May added in ”lies.”

_Problem ends here_.

”Ask him,” said Frankfort, ”why he followed stealthily.”

”Because I was alone, and thought the Hottentots would kill me,” said Zoonah.

”He lies,” added May.

”Where are you going?”

”To my people--I left my heart in the bush,”--meaning his wife.

”Why did you leave Vanbloem?”

”He sent me away.”

”Why did you try to steal arms from the master's wagon?”