"He might get into trouble and want a friend." He nodded and we strolled after you unostentatiously.

Sure enough you nearly did get into trouble.

In front of the first office door to which you came, stood a group of Boers, two of whom, big fellows, drew together with the evident intention of barring your way.
"Mynheeren," you said, "I pray you to let me pass on the Queen's business." They took no heed except to draw closer together and laugh insolently.

Again you made your request and again they laughed.
Then I saw you lift your leg and deliberately stamp upon the foot of one of the Boers.

He drew back with an exclamation, and for a moment I believed that he or his fellow was going to do something violent.