That's quite natural, for we don't like him.

One can't; he's so smooth and soft.
But why doesn't he come?
I'll just give him a minute after we get up to the compound gate, and if he is not there then he'll have to stay outside." "Here he comes," cried West, and the next minute their fellow-clerk joined them, just as they got up to a gate in the high fence of the enclosure where the Kaffir workers about the diamond-mines were kept to all intents prisoners till they had served the time for which they had engaged.
"Haven't kept you two waiting, have I ?" said Anson, with a pleasant smile directed at both.
"No, no, all right," replied West, and directly after they were admitted to the compound, just in time to find that half-a-dozen of the stalwart Kaffir workers were standing perfectly nude awaiting the examination about to be made by some of the officers--an examination which they seemed to look upon as a joke, for they laughed and chatted together.
"Looking as innocent as old Anson, only not so white," whispered Ingleborough.

"But we shall see.".