It was not till they were well on their homeward way that he told her what had passed, whereat, remembering the scene she had herself gone through with Frank Muller, and the threats that he had then made use of, she looked very grave.

Her old uncle, too, was very much put out when he heard the story on their arrival home that evening.
"You have made an enemy, Niel," he said, as they sat upon the verandah after breakfast on the following morning, "and a bad one.

Not but what you were right to stand up for the Hottentot.

I would have done as much myself had I been there and ten years younger, but Frank Muller is not the man to forget being put upon his back before a lot of Kafirs and white folk too.

Perhaps that Jantje is sober by now.