I cut it on this stick"-- and he held up a long thick stick he carried, on which were several notches, including three deep ones at the top just below the knob.

"Let him look out sharp--let him search the grass--let him creep round the bush--let him watch as he will, one day he will find Jantje, and Jantje will find him!" "Why did Frank Muller gallop away like that ?" asked her uncle of Bessie when she got back to the verandah.
"We had some words," she answered shortly, not seeing the use of explaining matters to the old man.
"Ah, indeed, indeed.

Well, be careful, my love.

It's ill to quarrel with a man like Frank Muller.

I've known him for many years, and he has a black heart when he is crossed.