"We must part now, Joeboy.

I can't go back home, nor stay here." Joeboy shook his head.
"No stop," he said.

"All bad." "You don't understand," I said.
"Um!" he said, nodding.

"Joeboy know.

Boss Val fight Boers." "Perhaps; but you must go back and help my father if he has to leave the farm." There was another shake of the head and a frown; then a silence, during which the great black seemed to be thinking out what he was to say in English to make his meaning clear.