But we got there in the end, and had luncheon in an hotel opposite the Moorish palace.

There we left the car and wandered up the slopes of a hill, where, sitting among scrub very like the veld, I told Peter the situation of affairs.
But first a word must be said about Peter.

He was the man that taught me all I ever knew of veld-craft, and a good deal about human nature besides.

He was out of the Old Colony--Burgersdorp, I think--but he had come to the Transvaal when the Lydenburg goldfields started.

He was prospector, transport-rider, and hunter in turns, but principally hunter.