Whosoever it might be, there was no danger of their getting at him; so he clambered out of bed, and going on tiptoe to the door, applied his eye to the keyhole.
There was nothing to be seen; so walking to the window, he brought his face as close to the glass as his nose would allow.

There was a figure just discernible.

The lad was not trying to walk softly, and the heavy shuffling of the well-known velschoens could be clearly heard through the closed window as they crossed the stones in the yard.

Bonaparte listened till they had died away round the corner of the wagon-house; and, feeling that his bare legs were getting cold, he jumped back into bed again.
***** "What do you keep up in your loft ?" inquired Bonaparte of the Boer-woman the next evening, pointing upwards and elucidating his meaning by the addition of such Dutch words as he knew, for the lean Hottentot was gone home.
"Dried skins," said the Boer-woman, "and empty bottles, and boxes, and sacks, and soap." "You don't keep any of your provisions there--sugar, now ?" said Bonaparte, pointing to the sugar-basin and then up at the loft.
Tant Sannie shook her head.
"Only salt, and dried peaches." "Dried peaches! Eh ?" said Bonaparte.

"Shut the door, my dear child, shut it tight," he called out to Em, who stood in the dining room.