The rest I hope to hear when Swart Piet sends him back again, for I have given the man a medicine to cure his child, who is sick, and he will be grateful to me." "How do you know that Swart Piet sent the man ?" asked Jan.
She laughed and said: "Surely that was easy to guess; it is my business to twine little threads into a rope." Again he turned to go and again came back to speak to her.
"Sihamba," he said, "I have seen you talking to that man before.

I remember the scar upon his face." "The scar upon his face you may remember," she answered, "but you have not seen us talking together, for until this hour we never met." "I can swear it," he said angrily.

"I remember the straw hat, the shape of the man's bundle, the line where the shadow fell upon his foot, and the tic-bird that came and sat near you.

I remember it all." "Surely, Father of Swallow," Sihamba replied, eyeing him oddly, "you talk of what you have just seen." "No, no," he said, "I saw it years ago." "Where ?" she asked, staring at him.
He started and uttered some quick words.

"I know now," he said.