Oh! Ralph," she cried, turning to him suddenly and laying her hand upon his breast, "it may be that this man will bring trouble and separation on us; indeed, my heart warns me of it, but, whatever chances, remember my words, dead I may be, but faithful I shall be--yes, to death and through death." "Son, take pen and write," said Jan before Ralph could answer.

So Ralph wrote down these words as Jan told them to him: "Piet van Vooren, "Sooner would I lay my only child out for burial in the grave than lead her to the house of a coloured man, a consorter with witch-doctors and black women and a would-be murderer.

That is my answer, and I add this to it.

Set no foot within a mile of my house, for here we shoot straighter than you do, and if we find you on this place, by the help of God we will put a bullet through your carcase." At the foot of this writing, which he would not suffer to be altered, Jan printed his name in big letters; then he went out to seek the messenger, whom he found talking to Sihamba, and having given him the paper bade him begone swiftly to wherever it was he came from.

The man, who was a strong red-coloured savage, marked with a white scar across the left cheek, and naked except for his moocha and the kaross rolled up upon his shoulders, took the letter, hid it in his bundle, and went.
Jan also turned to go, but I who had followed him and was watching him, although he did not know it, saw him hesitate and stop.
"Sihamba," he said, "why were you talking to that man ?" "Because it is my business to know of things, Father of Swallow, and I wished to learn whence he came." "Did you tell you then ?" "Not altogether, for someone whom he fears has laid a weight upon his tongue, but I learned that he lives at a kraal far away in the mountains, and that this kraal is owned by a white man who keeps wives and cattle at it, although he is not there himself just now.