Through it I groped my way to the cart, which stood where it had been outspanned on the veld at a little distance from the house, wishing heartily, so miserable was I, that the Kaffirs might choose that black night for another attack and make an end of me.
When I reached it and lit the lantern which we always carried, I was astonished to find that, in a rough fashion, it had been made ready to sleep in.

The seats had been cleared out, the hind curtain fastened, and so forth.

Also the pole was propped up with an ox-yoke so as to make the vehicle level to lie in.

While I was wondering vaguely who could have done this, Hans climbed on to the step, carrying two karosses which he had borrowed or stolen, and asked if I was comfortable.
"Oh, yes!" I answered; "but why were you going to sleep in the cart ?" "Baas," he replied, "I was not; I prepared it for you.

How did I know that you were coming?
Oh, very simply.