But I could see nothing of him, and at length, being thoroughly chilled with the wet, started back to my waggon to change my clothes.

On reaching it, I was rather surprised to see a strange Kaffir seated on the driving-box wrapped up in a blanket.
"Hullo! come out of that," I said.
The figure on the box slowly unrolled the blanket, and with great deliberation took a pinch of snuff.
"It was a good fire-fight, white man, was it not ?" said Indaba-zimbi, in his high, cracked voice.

"But he never had a chance against me, poor boy.

He knew nothing about it.

See, white man, what becomes of presumption in the young.