Now be so good as to go, and to keep out of my sight as much as possible, for I do not like a man whom these Kaffirs name 'Two-faces.' As for you, friend Henri Marais, I tell you that you would do well to associate yourself less with one whose name is under so dark a cloud, although he may be your own nephew, whom all know you love blindly." So far as I recollect neither of them made any answer to this direct speech.

They simply turned and went away.

But on the next morning, that of the fatal 6th of February, when I chanced to meet the Commandant Retief as he was riding through the camp making arrangements for our departure to Natal, he pulled up his horse and said: "Allan, Hernan Pereira has gone, and Henri Marais with him, and for my part I am not sorry, for doubtless we shall meet again, in this world or the next, and find out all the truth.

Here, read this, and give it back to me afterwards"; and he threw me a paper and rode on.
I opened the folded sheet and read as follows: "To the Commandant Retief, Governor of the Emigrant Boers, "Mynheer Commandant, "I will not stay here, where such foul accusations are laid on me by black Kaffirs and the Englishman, Allan Quatermain, who, like all his race, is an enemy of us Boers, and, although you do not know it, a traitor who is plotting great harm against you with the Zulus.

Therefore I leave you, but am ready to meet every charge at the right time before a proper Court.