Well, he might leave it in my place, _as me_, and you and Hans might help him.

Then in the morning the Boers would come to search the house and find no one except me." "That is all very pretty," answered the vrouw; "but do you think, my niece, that those accursed vultures will go away until they have picked Allan's bones?
Not they, for too much hangs on it.

They will know that he cannot be far off, and slink about the place until they have found him in his mealie-hole or until he comes out.

It is blood they are after, thanks to your cousin Hernan, the liar, and blood they will have for their own safety's sake.

Never will they go away from here until they see Allan lying dead upon the ground." Now, according to Hans, Marie thought again very deeply.