He told you that Dogeetah was laid up somewhere with a hurt leg and that he was coming to meet you here; no doubt therefore he can tell you also _when_ he is coming.

I would ask him, but he won't set his Snake to work for me.

So you must ask him, Baas, and perhaps he will forget that you laughed at his magic and that he swore you would never see it again." "Oh! blind one," I answered, "how do I know that Mavovo's story about Dogeetah was not all nonsense ?" Hans stared at me amazed.
"Mavovo's story nonsense! Mavovo's Snake a liar! Oh! Baas, that is what comes of being too much a Christian.

Now, thanks to your father the Predikant, I am a Christian too, but not so much that I have forgotten how to know good magic from bad.

Mavovo's Snake a liar, and after he whom we buried yonder was the first of the hunters whom the feathers named to him at Durban!" and he began to chuckle in intense amusement, then added, "Well, Baas, there it is.