It was quite true; the Boer-mother made her get it out of the box and show it.

At the next place they had slept.

Here they told him that the great bulldog, who hated all strangers, had walked in in the evening and laid its head in the lady's lap.

So at every place he heard something, and traced them step by step.
At one desolate farm the Boer had a good deal to tell.

The lady had said she liked a wagon that stood before the door.