Then, full of wrath, he advanced to meet Frank Muller.
"What the devil do you mean by firing at me ?" he asked.
"_Allemachter, carle!_" (Almighty, my dear fellow) was the cool answer, "I thought that you were a vilderbeeste calf.

I galloped the cow and killed her, and she had a calf with her, and when I got the cartridges out of my rifle--for one stuck and took me some time--and the new ones in, I looked up, and there, as I thought, was the calf.

So I got my rifle on and let drive, first with one barrel and then with the other, and when I saw you jump up like that and shout, and that I had been firing at a man, I nearly fainted.

Thank the Almighty I did not hit you." John listened coldly.

"I suppose that I am bound to believe you, _Meinheer_ Muller," he said.