A live Boer is better than a dead Englishman; and Frank Muller will make a fine husband for any girl.

If you shut your eyes you won't know the difference." "Go!" said Bessie, in a choked voice, and pointing her hands towards the avenue.
Such was the suppressed energy in her tone that the man sprang to his feet, and while he rose, interpreting her gesture as an encouragement to action, the old dog, Stomp, who had been watching him all the time, and occasionally giving utterance to a low growl of animosity, flew straight at his throat from the verandah.

The dog, which was a heavy one, struck the man full in the chest and knocked him backwards.

Down came dog and man on the drive together, and then ensued a terrible scene, the man cursing and shrieking and striking out at the dog, and the dog worrying the man in a fashion that he was not liable to forget for the remainder of his life.
Bessie, whose energy seemed again to be exhausted, took absolutely no notice of the fray, and it was at this juncture that her old uncle arrived upon the scene, together with two Kafirs--the same whom Bessie had seen idling.
"Hullo! hullo!" he halloed in his stentorian tones, "what is all this about?
Get off, you brute!" and what between his voice and the blows of the Kafirs the dog was persuaded to let go his hold of the man, who staggered to his feet, severely mauled, and bleeding from half a dozen bites.
For a moment he did not say anything, but picked up his sticks.

Then, however, having first made sure that the dog was being held by the Kafirs, he turned, his face streaming with blood, his one eye blazing with fury, and, shaking both his clenched fists at poor Bessie, broke into a scream of cursing.
"You shall pay for this--Frank Muller shall make you pay for it.