"Now, nephew Allan, tell us your story." So I told him everything, of course leaving out all details.

Even then the tale was long, though it did not seem to be one that wearied my hearers.
"Allemachte!" said Retief when I had finished, "this is a strange story, the strangest that ever I heard.

If it is true, Hernan Pereira, you deserve to have your back set against a tree and to be shot." "God in heaven!" he answered, "am I to be condemned on such a tale--I, an innocent man?
Where is the evidence?
This Englishman tells all this against me for a simple reason--that he has robbed me of the love of my cousin, to whom I was affianced.

Where are his witnesses ?" "As to the shooting at me in the kloof, I have none except God who saw you," I answered.

"As to the plot that you laid against me among the Zulus, as it chances, however, there is one, Kambula, the captain who was sent to take me as you had arranged, and who now commands our escort." "A savage!" exclaimed Pereira.