He thought the Dutchwoman, come out to cool herself in the yard, called to some misbehaving servant.

The old man looked round to see who it might be.
"You old vagabond of a praying German, are you deaf ?" Tant Sannie stood before the steps of the kitchen; upon them sat the lean Hottentot, upon the highest stood Bonaparte Blenkins, both hands folded under the tails of his coat, and his eyes fixed on the sunset sky.
The German dropped the saddle on the ground.
"Bish, bish, bish! what may this be ?" he said, and walked toward the house.

"Very strange!" The girls followed him: Em still weeping; Lyndall with her face rather white and her eyes wide open.
"And I have the heart of a devil, did you say?
You could run me through with a knife, could you ?" cried the Dutchwoman.

"I could not drive the Kaffer maid away because I was afraid of you, was I?
Oh, you miserable rag! I loved you, did I?
I would have liked to marry you, would I?
would I?
WOULD I ?" cried the Boer-woman; "you cat's tail, you dog's paw! Be near my house tomorrow morning when the sun rises," she gasped, "my Kaffers will drag you through the sand.

They would do it gladly, any of them, for a bit of tobacco, for all your prayings with them." "I am bewildered, I am bewildered," said the German, standing before her and raising his hand to his forehead; "I--I do not understand." "Ask him, ask him ?" cried Tant Sannie, pointing to Bonaparte; "he knows.
You thought he could not make me understand, but he did, he did, you old fool! I know enough English for that.