He picked up a sjambok, and proceeded to beat her unmercifully till her cries brought me on the scene.

I tore the whip from his hands, seized him by the scruff and flung him on a heap of potato sacks, where he lay pouring out abuse and shaking with rage.
Then I spoke my mind.

I told him that if anything of the sort happened again I would report it at once to Mr Colles at Durban.

I added that before making my report I would beat him within an inch of his degraded life.

After a time he apologized, but I could see that thenceforth he regarded me with deadly hatred.