Now, really, Bolter had some mystic power of seeing in the dark." "Hyperaesthesia!" said I.
"Hypercriticism!" said the Beach-comber.
"What happened next _might_ be hyperaesthesia--I suppose you mean abnormal intensity of the senses--but how could hyperaesthesia see through a tweed coat and lining ?" "Well, what happened next ?" "Bolter's firm used to get sheep by every mail from -- -, and send them regularly to their station, six miles off.

One time they landed late in the afternoon, and yet were foolishly sent off, Bolter in charge.
I said at the time he would lose half the lot, as it would be dark long before he could reach the station.

He didn't lose them! "Next day I met one of the niggers who was sent to lend him a hand, and asked results.
"'Master,' said the nigger, 'Bolter is a devil! He sees at night.
When the sheep ran away to right or left in the dark, he told us where to follow.'" "He _heard_ them, I suppose," said I.
"Maybe, but you must be sharp to have sharper senses than these niggers.

Anyhow, that was not Bolter's account of it.

When I saw him and spoke to him he said simply, 'Yes, that when excited or interested to seek or find anything in obscurity the object became covered with a dim glow of light, which rendered it visible'.