You will be there by eight o'clock, and you shall see how to kill vilderbeeste.

Almighty! now what can that jackal Frank Muller have meant?
Ah! he is the devil of a man," and, shaking his head ponderously, the jolly old Boer departed, and presently John saw him riding away upon a fat little shooting-pony which cannot have weighed much more than himself, but that cantered off with him on his fifteen-mile journey as though he were a feather-weight..