The events of the night had brought this terrible man, steeped in iniquity from his youth up, down to the level of a child frightened at the dark.

For a while he sat in silence, the Kafir squatting on the ground at his feet.
Presently, however, the doses of powerful spirit took effect on him, and he began to talk more unguardedly than was his custom, even with his black "familiar" Hendrik.
"How long have you been here ?" he asked of his retainer.
"About four days, Baas." "Did you take my letter to _Oom_ Croft's ?" "Yah, Baas.

I gave it to the missie." "What did she do ?" "She read it, and then stood like this, holding on to the verandah pole;" and he opened his mouth and one eye, twisting up his hideous countenance into a ghastly imitation of Bessie's sorrow-stricken face, and gripping the post that supported the hut to give verisimilitude to his performance.
"So she believed it ?" "Surely." "What did she do, then ?" "She set the dog on me.

Look here! and here! and here!" and he pointed to the half-healed scars left by Stomp's sharp fangs.
Muller laughed a little.

"I should like to have seen him worry you, you black cheat; it shows her spirit, too.