When they drew near the house he threw the whip to the Kaffer leader, and sprung from the side of the wagon to run on.
Bonaparte stopped him as he ran past the ash-heap.
"Good morning, my dear boy.

Where are you running to so fast with your rosy cheeks ?" The boy looked up at him, glad even to see Bonaparte.
"I am going to the cabin," he said, out of breath.
"You won't find them in just now--not your good old father," said Bonaparte.
"Where is he ?" asked the lad.
"There, beyond the camps," said Bonaparte, waving his hand oratorically toward the stone-walled ostrich-camps.
"What is he doing there ?" asked the boy.
Bonaparte patted him on the cheek kindly.
"We could not keep him any more, it was too hot.

We've buried him, my boy," said Bonaparte, touching with his finger the boy's cheek.

"We couldn't keep him any more.

He, he, he!" laughed Bonaparte, as the boy fled away along the low stone wall, almost furtively, as one in fear.
***** At five o'clock Bonaparte knelt before a box in the German's room.