"I think you were wise, for you could have proved nothing.

But oh! for what fate, I wonder, is God Almighty saving up that stinkcat.

Well, I will go and tell Marie that you are back safe, for her father won't let her out of the hut so late; but nothing more unless you wish it." "No, Tante; I think nothing more, at any rate at present." Here I may state, however, that within a few days Marie and everyone else in the camp knew the story in detail, except perhaps Marais, to whom no one spoke of his nephew.

Evidently Vrouw Prinsloo had found herself unable to keep secret such an example of the villainy of her aversion, Pereira.

So she told her daughter, who told the others quickly enough, though I gathered that some of them set down what had happened to accident.