I reached Johannesburg, and there I did a little I.D.B.
and one thing and another until the Boer War came.

Then I fought for the Boers.

Yes, I have bled for the Boer cause.

It was a damned bad cause! They robbed me of nearly all my money! They left me to die when I was wounded! It was only by the grace of God, and the intrigues of a woman that I made my way to Lourenco Marquez.

No, the war was not over, but what did I care?
I, Georges Coutlass, had had enough of it! I recompensed myself en route.