He rode back to Newcastle that night, and went about the canteen there abusing me, and getting drunker and drunker, till at last the canteen keeper sent for his boys to turn him out.

Well, the boys were rough, as Kafirs are apt to be with a drunken white man, and he struggled and fought, and in the middle of it the blood began to run from his mouth, and he dropped down dead of a broken blood-vessel, and there was an end of him.

That is the story of the two girls, Captain Niel, and now I am off to bed.

To-morrow I'll show you round the farm, and we will have a talk about business.

Good-night to you, Captain Niel.
Good-night!".