"Ay, d--n him, I heard of him.

What do you think?
The two chicks had been with me some eighteen months, long enough for me to learn to love them with all my heart, when one fine morning, as I was seeing about the new kraal wall, I saw a fellow come riding up on an old raw-boned grey horse.

Up he comes to me, and as he came I looked at him, and said to myself, 'You are a drunkard you are, and a rogue, it's written on your face, and, what's more, I know your face.' You see I did not guess that it was a son of my own father that I was looking at.

How should I?
"'Is your name Croft ?' he said.
"'Ay,' I answered.
"'So is mine,' he went on with a sort of drunken leer.

'I'm your brother.' "'Are you ?' I said, beginning to get my back up, for I guessed what his game was, 'and what may you be after?
I tell you at once, and to your face, that if you are my brother you are a blackguard, and I don't want to know you or have anything to do with you; and if you are not, I beg your pardon for coupling you with such a scoundrel.' "'Oh, that's your tune, is it ?' he said with a sneer.