Peter's was the kind of loose flapping thing the _taakhaar_ loves, which has scarcely ever been shaved, and is combed once in a blue moon.

I must say we made a pretty solid pair.

Any South African would have set us down as a Boer from the back-veld who had bought a suit of clothes in the nearest store, and his cousin from some one-horse dorp who had been to school and thought himself the devil of a fellow.

We fairly reeked of the sub-continent, as the papers call it.
It was a fine morning after the rain, and we wandered about in the streets for a couple of hours.

They were busy enough, and the shops looked rich and bright with their Christmas goods, and one big store where I went to buy a pocket-knife was packed with customers.