Across his face was a blue wheal where the whip had fallen, and in his hand a heavy white-handled knife which he always carried.
"Hullo! what is all this ?" said John, shouldering his way through the crowd.
"The _swartsel_ (black creature) has stolen my horse's forage, and given it to yours!" shouted Muller, who was evidently almost off his head with rage, making an attempt to hit Jantje with the whip as he spoke.

The latter avoided the blow by jumping behind John, with the result that the tip of the _sjambock_ caught the Englishman on the leg.
"Be careful, sir, with that whip," said John to Muller, restraining his temper with difficulty.

"Now, how do you know that the man stole your horse's forage; and what business have you to touch him?
If there was anything wrong, you should have reported it to me." "He lies, Baas, he lies!" yelled out the Hottentot in tremulous, high-pitched tones.

"He lies; he has always been a liar, and worse than a liar.

Yah! yah! I can tell things about him.