Well, I must talk to those fools.

Lord, what fools they are with their chatter about the 'land,' and the '_verdomde Britische Gouvernment_.' They don't know what is good for them.

Silly sheep, with Frank Muller for a shepherd! Ay, and they shall have Frank Muller for a president one day, and I will rule them too.

Bah! I hate the English; but I am glad that I am half English for all that, for that is where I get the brains! But these people--fools, fools! Well, I shall pipe and they shall dance!" "Baas," said Jantje to John, as they were driving homewards, "Baas Frank shot at you." "How do you know that ?" asked John.
"I saw him.

He was stalking the wounded bull, and not looking for a calf at all.