And now when the white devil comes you can shoot him in the eye, as you how to do up to a hundred yards, and send him to the other devils down in hell.

Oh! won't your holy father the Predikant be glad to see him there." Then with a self-satisfied smirk he half-cocked the rifle and handed it to me ready for action.
"I thank God!" said Brother John solemnly, "who has taught this poor Hottentot how to save us." "No, Baas John, God never taught me, I taught myself.

But, see, it grows dark.

Had we not better light a fire," and forgetting the rifle he began to look about for wood.
"Hans," called Stephen after him, "if ever we get out of this, I will give you L500, or at least my father will, which is the same thing." "Thank you, Baas, thank you, though just now I'd rather have a drop of brandy and--I don't see any wood." He was right.

Outside of the graveyard clearing lay, it is true, some huge fallen boughs.