There was another thing I noticed about Mr Japp.

He might brag about his knowledge of how to deal with natives, but to my mind his methods were a disgrace to a white man.
Zeeta came in for oaths and blows, but there were other Kaffirs whom he treated with a sort of cringing friendliness.

A big black fellow would swagger into the shop, and be received by Japp as if he were his long-lost brother.

The two would collogue for hours; and though at first I did not understand the tongue, I could see that it was the white man who fawned and the black man who bullied.

Once when japp was away one of these fellows came into the store as if it belonged to him, but he went out quicker than he entered.