Moreover, doubtless by now he was dead, so what was the good of bothering about him?
These sentiments appeared to appeal to the Boers, for they remarked: "Ja, what is the good ?" "Is it right," asked Marais, "to abandon a comrade in misfortune, one of our own blood ?" "Mein Gott!" replied Vrouw Prinsloo; "he is no blood of mine, the evil-odoured Portuguee.

But I admit he is of yours, Heer Marais, being your sister's son, so it is evident that you should be the one to go to seek after him." "That seems to be so, Vrouw Prinsloo," said Marais in his meditative manner; "yet I must remember that I have Marie to look after." "Ach! and so had he, too, until he remembered his own skin, and went off with the only horse and all the powder, leaving her and the rest of us to starve.

Well, you won't go, and Prinsloo won't go, nor my boy either, for I'll see to that; so Meyer must go." "Nein, nein, good vrouw," answered Meyer, "I have those children that are left to me to consider." "Then," exclaimed Vrouw Prinsloo triumphantly, "nobody will go, so let us forget this stinkcat, as he forgot us." "Does it seem right," asked Marais again, "that a Christian man should be left to starve in the wilderness ?" and he looked at me.
"Tell me, Heer Marais," I remarked, answering the look, "why should I of all people go to look for the Heer Pereira, one who has not dealt too well with me ?" "I do not know, Allan.

Yet the Book tells us to turn the other cheek and to forget injuries.

Still, it is for you to judge, remembering that we must answer for all things at the last day, and not for me.