"At any rate, he isn't mine, so I am off shooting.

Good-bye.

I hope that you will enjoy yourself." "You are not kind," she said in a low voice, turning her back upon him.
In another moment he was gone, and Frank Muller had arrived.
"How do you do, Miss Bessie ?" he said, jumping from his horse with the rapidity of a man who had been accustomed to rough riding all his life.
"Where is the _rooibaatje_ off to ?" "Captain Niel is going out shooting," she said coldly.
"So much the better for you and me, Miss Bessie.

We can have a pleasant talk.

Where is that black monkey Jantje?
Here, Jantje, take my horse, you ugly devil, and mind you look after him, or I'll cut the liver out of you!" Jantje took the horse, with a forced grin of appreciation at the joke, and led him off to the stable.
"I don't think that Jantje likes you, _Meinheer_ Muller," said Bessie, spitefully, "and I do not wonder at it if you talk to him like that.