Peeping out I saw that it was my friend and his Kaffir follower, who were riding at a very good pace for the plains.

Toilfully and crossly I returned on my tracks to my long-delayed dinner.

Whatever the purport of their talk, Japp and the Portuguese had not taken long over it.
In the store that afternoon I said casually to Japp that I had noticed visitors at the door during my dinner hour.

The old man looked me frankly enough in the face.

'Yes, it was Mr Hendricks,' he said, and explained that the man was a Portuguese trader from Delagoa way, who had a lot of Kaffir stores east of the Lebombo Hills.